Knowledge
Is the hardest
Part

Living through
The **** and
The waves of muck and
Terror that can
Sweep cities away to
A unnamed sea hardens up
A man

Makes them
See with eyes
Stained with black ink
And a fervor that ensnares
Their soul
And never lets it go; only
In death are
We free from this

The encampment was stark
As if ***** and left for dead
In a back alley gutter somewhere
In the ******* neighborhood of
New York

We had been there thirty days
But
It had felt like

Thirty years

Things you see
Stay with you
Become you
Are you

The sounds of the water
Trickling from the
Rusty spout of the prison hole
Bathroom
Became my concert hall

The drip
Was
My Mozart

One learns
To survive and
Live with oneself
Through the
Terror that man
Does bring
To other men

Be weary
Of resentment

Be cautious
Of jealousy

We are all not
God's children

Some are of
The Earth

Other's of the
Star's

But
Some...

Some have
No
Mother

At all

To live on the outside
Of forgiveness

To pray to only the sky
And yourself

To seek forgiveness from
Your fellow man

The hands weep with
The warm soft touch
Of your brother's blood

Each street paved
With the concrete
Of eternity

Now rubble or
Cobble stone
Split foreseeing that
Doom is only a singular
Part of man's future

Where there is
Separation
There is a need
For cooperation

The balance of conflict
Rests
In the hands of
Young men &
Young women

The old
Have already paved
Their way and
Leave
The rest of the world

To us

Where do you hail from?
What do you believe?
Do you see the sun setting
Atop the crystal reflected sea?

Love is stronger than hate
Hate holds itself up
By the universal uncertainty & fear
Of the common man

Plato's cave is lit
By the faint glow of
The minds of man

We can see through the
Cracks and crevices, onto
The other side

Open your eyes!

Breathe for
The first time

At last