You can hear the violence in the silence
Even when the rain washes your tears –
_some pain still reigns; man sailing thru_
These clouds, and their tears galore; wouldn’t
You know every tomorrow comes too late –
_exorcisms to clear those who’ve ghosted you_
The past hangs on an arm’s annexation
Holding the reigns of your mind’s territory –
_we wake as soldiers, ready to fight today_
Winning small battles means nothing to war
A world of peace could exist, en route to God –
_we could go as far, by how long we pray_
I could have seen you yesterday,
Recalling a lover’s patch of kisses –
signing that love pact. War over love,
though when is love enough
for all wars to be done?
A world of peace could exist,
but it would mean we all don’t exist.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 2:09 PM UTC
You can hear the violence in the silence
Even when the rain washes your tears –
_some pain still reigns; man sailing thru_
These clouds, and their tears galore; wouldn’t
You know every tomorrow comes too late –
_exorcisms to clear those who’ve ghosted you_
The past hangs on an arm’s annexation
Holding the reigns of your mind’s territory –
_we wake as soldiers, ready to fight today_
Winning small battles means nothing to war
A world of peace could exist, en route to God –
_we could go as far, by how long we pray_
I could have seen you yesterday,
Recalling a lover’s patch of kisses –
signing that love pact. War over love,
though when is love enough
for all wars to be done?
A world of peace could exist,
but it would mean we all don’t exist.
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