The reward for our ancestors
Who fought and bled in wars:
A habitat of heartless ******.

What a worthless waste
Of empty vessels to inherit.

Not a gift of love here, merely more chores,
Meaningless words of habit
And badgering demands.

Plastic fruit,
Ingratious friends,
Submitting smiles,
Slimy bags of debt.

Where's my kin?

Ah, I see it.
They're the slaughtered.
Keep your rancid meats, then, suckers - you win.

I'm bound for my heavenly harem, killers.
You can swallow sins.

everyone says
strong bootstraps
beget rewards
while leagues
of craftsmen
struggle

everyone follows
another trend
overboard while
Davy Joneses
hold their
breath

everyone feels
their sin
beside beggars
with hands
made of
*******

everyone thinks
job creators’
heroic strength
will someday
trickle down
decency

but

everyone knows
when something
is heavy
you lift
from the
bottom

I was once in a boat
And around me was deep dark water
I couldn’t see the bottom
So when my boat sprung a leak
I thought it was over
And i jumped head first into the water
And started to swim
To where the stars pointed
Until i couldn’t
So I prepared to die
But I didn’t
Instead
I lived.

I never get to have fun
Because humans are jerks
Thing I'll forgive it?
Nope, never!
Have fun
In Hell! (With the works)
:)

Salom / Pax means the peace that comes with the presence of justice. The rule of law.

Peace without justice is merely indifference. It is no peace at all. As stated by Jeezus and Martin Luther King, "heroes" you worship because you enjoy the passive peace they gave you but which they hated.

Educate yourselves.

You reep
What
You
Sow
So watch out
With
What your doing
It
Might bite you in
The *** later on
Thus is the universe.

Broke my heart
To see you
slaughtered
Like animals

Not all were saints
Mistakes in life were made
JUSTICE
Had not been served
Silence before your pleads
Could be heard
Your death
Will not go unheard

Writing into poetry,
anything can be,
but as I look back on
past, it’s there
& never leaving.
To I wish not all of it,
not everyone there
was apart of it.
To I yearn to write
on love
& not vent.

How I laughed confident like

Founded upon nervous undertones

hoping you wouldn't hear it



I sure gave you a good kick in the guts!

It took my breath away

The way I took yours

Now I watch you as a curiosity ******* for air

Like fish gaping flipping and flopping in a dried up rock pool



How does it feel?

That sense of suffocation?

I know you think you won't survive

Don't worry, you will...



I can attest to that

Besides we both prescribe to the same idea

And my saviour will save you as your saviour

Will you choke when you have to say our saviour?



Don't worry the blade gets sharper tempered by fire

Trials are for survival and transformation

You'll flip flop and gasp for air but the tide will roll in

And I will drift away and leave you to find your way



But not before the first cut,

The deepest

Is replaced by a scar across my soul

May God have mercy

Because you certainly don't!