Kicking with the same sentence
The reek but not the contents
Each kick of the hour with
The note that holds
But does not hold with truth
I am stuck on every part of you
Sticking like paper would to glue
If skies were to part with rain n' snow
I would shiver n' whine with every blow
But a whisper in the night tells myself
To keep on fighting
To get to know
Just as the clause is to us
And the wheels are to the bus
Lost in the sane relentless
Of men with sense and tents
Money hoarding fire rockets
Shouting for peace like cares
With out sprockets
A miss lined beehive
Where the women dance with their
Incredible behinds
To see such mayhem where others only see
A cause of peace
Makes me believe that my sneeze
Is coming from someone else's
Knees
Not here for where we are born
We are sworn
Labeled like the cattle
Like the product
Like the fish destine
For our dish
Meant for continuation
Meant for elongation
And I tell myself HOPE
Is a four letter word
A strong word
A HOPEFUL WORD
I tell myself many things
And I swear to believe them
But I lie to myself as often
Watch my fingers bleed
As I pick up
The chipped pieces