i want to grow up next door from you
i want to be seven years old with you
i want to put band-aids on your
skinned knees

i want to meet you in a book store
i want to talk about poetry and art and trotsky
i want to buy you a book like i'm
buying you a drink at the bar

i want to sit next to you on the train
i want to make small talk about the weather
i want to lend you my coat and forget
to ask for it back

i want to be a field nurse
if you're a wounded soldier
i want to change your gauze
and sneak you extra meal rations

i want to be a bystander
talking you off the ledge
i want to lead you gently back into the world

i want to be careful with your heart

i want to love you softly and abiding

teenage angst
marriage strife
nasty childhood
change of life
stress at work
financial woes
mental illness
on it goes

pour the bottle
pop the pill
find the vein
"cure" your ill
light the pipe
tip the glass
it don't matter
race or class

it may appear
to help you some
but in the end
the devil's won
it don't matter
your job or skills
the smoke's a prison

the bottle KILLS**



soulsurvivor
(C) 10/4/2015

your opinion matters
the owner is you
give the others
their opinions' due.

your sense of value
is important no doubt
give others their due
when they speak out.

your idea of what's right
speak at free will
don't get into a fight
give others fair deal.

what you deem as just
not ever be repressed
but others let you must
have theirs get expressed.

there's still
a single ray of hope
in every corner of your heart
when everything is unachievable
and when you start to believe
in

impossible

©IGMS

NEGATIVITY
WEAKNESS OF ALL REALITY
IF ONLY THE HUMAN RACE
WOULD OPEN THEIR MINDS,
HEARTS, EYES, AND SEE
POSITIVITY*
THIS WORLD WOULD BLOSSOM
LIKE A SLENDID, CREATIVE AND VIBRANT
*WORLD IN A STATE OF FEROCITY