Heart Burst Anthology
Writing while my hands hurt,
in intermediate inspirational bursts,
writing till my hands break or my heart bursts,
never been a second placer so I’ll take whichever comes first,
until then I’ll author our collective anthology,
and offer no disrespected apologies,
for verse after verse after verse,
until I go from driving in this Benz,
to riding in that hearse,
no apologies,
from me for anything of course,
because I am just a writer,
that writes with no remorse,
why should I apologize when I am not a part of the courts,
I’ve never taken anyones freedom or filed any reports,
I’m not God so it’s not my job,
to decide the direction of another man’s course,
still it hurts,
because they offer no apologies for their crooked policies,
locking young men up behind bars,
for simply being born,
as if life itself is a crime,
all the while,
these boys in blue commit constitutional treason,
they’ve got quotas to fill and time to ****,
so they’re quick to lock a kid up without any real reason!
And the ironic thing is,
it’s all done on the tax payers dollar,
the same citizens that pay the court’s bills,
get locked up and charged fees that are increasingly higher.
Dear Sire,
when did we become serfs on our own turf,
slaves on our own streets,
since when is it a crime to want to feed your family,
trying to make ends meet just to make ends meat?
Everybody’s gotta eat.
so we slave all day and work all night,
something's not right I’m downtown feeling uptight,
suspecting there's a plot and it's sinister,
uneasy feeling queasy thinking everyone’s suspicious of me,
reflecting and feeling like a prisoner,
or at least a suspect of strangers assumptions what’s the remedy,
slavery isn’t dead,
nothing’s been abolished,
the clothes have just changed,
and now the chains are just more polished,
and all this,
makes me write compulsively,
so hopefully when I’m gone,
future generations can read our collective anthology,
written without any filters or apologies,
no disrespective apologies honestly we're making up words,
and adding words to proses similar to concrete and roses,
I told you before that everything is real and that is for sure.
Let me be known,
let it be known,
we are here,
we are struggling and we are human,
we deserve the basic human rights that all peoples deserve,
see it’s difficult to rest my case when the long arm of the law keeps pursuing,
what are we doing,
what does it matter,
what will be will be,
I just hope that we’ll be a factor,
as we're,
adding words to emotions,
that we write with undying devotion,
no need for promotion when you're one with the ocean,
of interwoven showmen golden women and unbound emotions,
the Soul,
has been awoken,
and in return for your token gesture,
I offer you this token poem,
it’s a labor of love,
so I write even when my hands hurt,
and I’ll keep writing till my hands break or my heart bursts,
‘cause I’ve never been a second placer so I’ll take whichever comes first…
– ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ –
Volume 1
The H Trilogy
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