Just because your team ***** this year, Doesn’t mean you’ll shift your support, You’ll defend them as you would yourself, As though your life depends on the opinion.
It's like the turning of a faucet If you stay in the hot too long you'll boil your hand If you stay in the cold you'll freeze Are you going to move before you get punished Or are you going to stick with your team?
Justified in your opinion As you won the game, You’ll shoot the opposition down Claiming “fake news” as a bleat That only adds irony To your flock of sheep.
But don’t get me wrong: The other side bleats just as loud, With the wavering cries And nights spent in paranoia, After calling out at the other side, You’re just as bad.
Address your strengths together, Understand each other’s weaknesses And prejudices to stop the fire from spreading, Because spending every four years undoing What the other side has done Leads on a winding path to nowhere.
It's like the turning of a faucet, I said, A faucet of denying that both sides Have gone much too far. Turn on the other side, To combine both, Or we’ll only ever exist in fire-hot or freezing-cold.
The mid noon sky bleeds out; it bruises in flames. Arsonists hold their gassers to my face. In their grisly field of vision, I am a delectable vapor, born to flit away. Regard not the orange cones, nor the caution tapes: these gates hold little significance to them.
(Then the other 'a-word' comes to mind: anarchists)
Prior to this, they had presented themselves as chess pieces to fall in love with—little do they know, I've an animus for them. As stupid as I may appear, I know it's a game!
Unzipping out of incognito mode, they have unleashed their razor blade. They whizz their wings. Here they come, coming for me.
Here I go again: counting sheep, blinking for one whole eternity.
Oh doctor! I'm in dire need of your vampiric syringe. Swill my peaking adrenaline— at this rate, I'll go mad. I shall never recuperate.
Mollify my entirety. Teach me to rollick like angels do. I beg you.
have you ever seen a Big Horn Sheep they wander about with nary a peep they climb on rocks like they're not even there jump all around without any care their beauty is amazing, their magnificence divine just seeing one is lucky and that's by design be careful and quiet when the chance comes your way observing these animals will make for a great day...
I wrap my ribs in blankets and attempt to get some sleep But I am kept up by “baas” from imaginary sheep I have counted so many I lost track of the number Yet not one nudged me an inch toward my slumber And even in the quiet hours foreplaying dawn No tiredness is found My mind races on I am comfortable like my bed is made of bricks Turning and tossing as the second hand ticks Knowing I am not going to get a wink of shut-eye But optimistic enough to try Close my eyes to the movie playing outside my window pane Colors changing Black to pink to blue Do not entertain It washes over me slowly Like the tide rolling in I surrender to insomnia Not strong enough to win I listen to the rustle of wind sifted through branches on trees And let my brain be carried away to fond memories It’s not the same as drifting off but it comes pretty close If my head must remain active at least it's engrossed I would like to catch some Zs but they keep slipping away Hands as slow as the transition from night to day I'm looking for an escape to ease my weary soul Some sun to light my insides Darker than coal My weakness gets the best of me Drowning me in fear Convincing myself demons are worse than they appear But as the blackness inhabiting my room begins to lift Something stirs my senses and I feel a distinct shift I forget all the obstacles in the way of my rest A weight is no longer pressing on my chest Just as everyone else starts their daily routine I finally doze and enter a world more serene The dreams I wished to visit but were too far for so long Are now mine to live in Only to me belong It may have taken more time but was surely worth the wait When it comes to sleep no such thing as too late