The planets in a panic and our world is in bad shape. We create our own destruction when we manufacture and test bombs. That fracture our land scape.

There intended for much more, we use fear as our greatest weapon and make up reasons to wage war.

We deploy to destroy, enemy targets, in strategic order.
We bring a destructive fate and and excessive pain, to the land of sand that's past our border.

Its hard to spot the enemy on the battlefield were standing on, when the enemy disguise themselves as citizens turned human bombs.

The problems were miss lead, the real issue is forth coming, the motive for conflict is in the interest of money. If united we stand then we need to correct it, before everything gets destroyed by these nuclear weapons.  

With all the hate and the anger, we add religious views in the mix. Why do we feed off the fear of these media clips. If we continue to thrive off all of the violence, we will be consumed by our hatred and fall victim to silence.

I've seen pain, so much pain.

I've seen him stagger out of a bar
and have absolutely nothing in his eyes.

I've seen her run down the streets in
6 inch heels, screaming with fear.

I've seen the little girl squeeze her eyes
shut when she hears her mom and dad
curse each other.

I've seen the old man worn down by
battle scars with nothing to cover
himself but a painstakingly worn down jacket.

But mostly I've seen this whole world
slowly then quickly diminish from
all the negativity and hurt that surrounds it.

And it's inevitable that I will be responsible.

I am filled with warmth when you say my name.
And I can't help a silly smile when you call me your "little one".

I get tears in my eyes when you find my eyes first.
And every time you make me laugh I want to cry tears of joy.

The most fulfilling thing however is when you hug me.
Because well, I love you big brother.

Born of a binary,
black/white,
white/ black.
Cultured by silence,
a blank slate,
but no more tears.
Time isn't real.
They speak, they say,
tell me there's nothing wrong with me;
standing in the kitchen with my
grandmother telling me there is
nothing DIFFERENT about you.
Strive to conform.
Sameness is a casualty.
I DON'T GIVE A ****
about conservatives
.
"Humanists" avoiding their toxic
misogynistic tendencies,
old friends enlisted
voluntarily perpetuating a
system of violence and suffering,
others are bluffing, don't say ****,
walk eggshells,
I must be a tiger loose from the cage,
and they're waiting to see who becomes the
canary in my coal mine.
Rhyming by incident,
but I hate this **** & I'm not all right.
Women can participate in their own oppression,
minorities can be racist,
we're all raised in a ditch;
Patriarchy, capitalism, class values,
botched messages, "color blindness",
etc. etc. etc.
**** everyone, and don't treat me like I'm better
or I should know better, or I have to be "perfect"
if I want to be "different". Raised in a ditch.
Cultured by racism and depression.
I think of suicide like a novelty
until I don't
.
.
.
Everything turns grey and reads like sloganeering.
Waiting for the past to manifest as a trauma.
Waiting for the past to make sense.
Waiting.

Shoulder to shoulder you bands of brothers landed.
Code name Operation Neptune was underway.
You noble breed, not knowing what lay ahead
Just knowing that your duty was called upon.
The bugle sounded, you all answered the call
nobly you waded those waters for all.
06/06/1944 was the day.
The largest seaborne invasion in history.
Yet, you brothers in arms were not caring of history making
Just making it to the beach, alive.
I can but humbly thank you for what you all did that day,
you that lived and those that died.
What thoughts must have played in your mind.
A lone piper played throughout, what courage you all displayed.
No wonder we that came after you, leave you feeling dismayed.
Many wars have been fought since, their courage is also undenied,
but, you, you thousands on those beaches showed the world the meaning
of pride, respect and warrior.
On the beaches of Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword,
you carved a way in. To end the war.
Nobler people I doubt exist, and soon this 70th anniversary
will fade in time, but not that date of June the sixth (1944)

we miss you
I really wanna kiss you
you bring me joy why did you go
you need to come home
faster then you have before your life
is my life and I really want you to stare when you see me I miss we wanna kiss you the kids are waiting and so am I come home my darling please come home

HOW DO YOYU POLITELY TELL SOMEONE THAT WHEN THEY LEFT YOU WRAPPED YOURSELF IN THEIR MEMORIES AND THEY WERE THE ONLY THING YOU COULD FALL ASLEEP TO.

HOW DO YOU TELL SOMEONE THAT EVERY SECOND OF YOUR TIME WAS SPENT WORRYING ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT THEY WERE OKAY LIKE I WAS YOUR MOTHER BUT I WORRIED ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US.

THE ONLY COMFORT I HAD WAS IN THE NIGHT TIME BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WERE SLEEPING AND NOT SUFFERING. YOU CHOSE TO LEAVE MY LIFE ENTIRELY BUT I DID NOT STOP WORRYING I TRAINED MY MIND TO WORRY ABOUT YOU AND I WILL NEVER HAVE THE COMFORT OF KNOWING YOU’RE OKAY.

THE NIGHT YOU GOT DEPLOYED THERE WAS SOMETHING COMPRESSING MY CHEST FOR HOURS I COULDN’T BREATHE I COULD ONLY PANIC I COULD NOT SLEEP IN MY OWN BED BECAUSE ALL I COULD FEEL WAS YOUR ******* GHOST THAT I USED TO CLING TO BUT NOW I AM BEGGING IT TO LEAVE ME ALONE