They say I'm free
They say fear no man
They say its divinity an prosperity

I'm not free
I beckon in fear
Gods words dead

If I be myself they say it's bad
I just want to be me
Awaking enlightenment

That taste you get thinking about your country family and friends

Right now it's all death an dishonor
Theres no loyalty
God cant save us

It's not just me
Since covid it ain been the same
The care comfort an reapect left
They say no mask no purchase
I'm hungry
I'm tired
**** a oven an microwave
**** a snack
Tired of people *******
They moan groan an cry
A leader with my belief is needed
We have no voice and need 1

They erased and denied me
Outed my natural rights
That's mine to take
No agency will prosper
Gods kingdom prevails
I think I believe
This darkness wont last
We are stepping stones
2 soon 2 be heard
I know history will change

A change for the bigger brighter safer an more positive future .

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, nice day:>


to be rich is to notice the fair from the unfair
give no judge to wisdom from the first stare
but not on the Earth thing
the brutality royal flushes and stings

now I fear
that someday that wheel is put to gear
put the cursed paper
on a thorny throne later

afraid my nose would sniff the skies
afraid my hopes would tear my early rise
afraid my greed would bury my shame
afraid my humor would be trashed in lame

not for me
a jeopardizing frisbee
my tarnished house warmer than a fancy chimney
promise my dreams in purple
faithful to myself would never be a hurdle


                                                                                       ------ravenfeels

Crashing waves against the crunch of sand
Touches my feet
Sinking into the softness beneath me
As the water stains my toes blue
And paints goosebumps
Paints chills
Across my legs
Up to my stomach
Full of the same crashing waves
Those which curl
And spin in whirlpools
Up to my chest
Into my lungs full of seasalt
And the bitterness of the morning sun
Down every branching vein
That reminds me of mangrove roots
Yet pale and blue
So small and delicate
It reaches my own shaking fingers
And to the rosiness of my cheeks
All I hear is the soft ringing of windchimes in my ears
And the splash that dissipates into nothing but tiny droplets
Maybe that’s what keeps me awake at night.

All the things I would tell you,
if you were awake
Things I would do
The things I would confess
I would tell you of my heart
and how it aches
I would share my mind and ask of yours
I would take a trip into your complex arena
I would ask how it functions
And dwell in its sanctuary
The things I would dream in watching you
Showing my desire
If you were aware, I would give you myself
I yearn for your embrace
The touch of your soul into my care
If you were awake,
I would tell this all