I am the Soloist — carved in grief and flame,
A voice made raw by loss, not praise or fame.
No light begot this song, no gentle hand,
Just silence breaking like a scorched command.
I sing of truths too bitter to confess,
Of love that rots, of hope grown motionless.
Each note I cast is torn from deepest bone
A cry that never leaves me quite alone.
I have not turned from art, though it has bled,
Nor has it spared me nights I begged it dead.
No comfort lies in melody or form,
Just shattered chords that echo through the storm.
I sing what others dare not even think
Of needles, war, and madness on the brink.
Of pleasure cursed, of kisses soaked in sin,
Of flesh that burned and begged to burn again.
Oh, night! You cloaked me when the daylight fled,
You know the names of all the songs I've bled.
When lovers died with silence in their throats,
I stole their breath and sang their final notes.
My voice has cracked for children wrapped in dust,
For countrymen betrayed by those they trust.
I sang while mothers wept in empty beds,
And kissed the flags draped over brothers' heads.
Still, I sing on—not noble, but possessed,
A mouthpiece for the ****** who know no rest.
Each verse I bear, a curse I must repeat
Truth set to rhythm, blood made bittersweet.
And still I sing… though each song is a wound.
And still I sing… though every joy is doomed.
And still I sing… while pieces of me die.
For silence is the only greater lie.

Stand before your mirror.
Look yourself in the eye.
Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.

Ask the question
you fear the most.

If you dare to listen,
truth won’t lie.

This didn’t happen overnight,
pushed all boundaries out of sight.
Don’t know their next step but it can’t be right.
Their grubby hands covering your eyes,
wicked tongues whispering blatant lies.
No confirmation for their alibis.

If a group of like minded people
can storm the Capital why not a steeple?
A sanctuary that’s built for predators.
For those who stormed Capitol Hill
why can’t they now go in for the ****?
Maybe too busy running from creditors.
I’m just so annoyed with the American void.

So many questions all over a vote;
they tried to mutiny like on a boat,
but now not asking why there’s no note.
With all those riots that were in the street,
willing to take a bullet or join the line to be beat,
no asking why someone special got an extra sheet.

If a group of like minded people
can defeat police then why not the bald eagle?
Just another symbol for freedom and justice’s joke.
For those who stormed Capitol Hill
does it not drive you crazy to now stay still?
Maybe too distracted by the war of Pepsi vs Coke.
I’m just so annoyed with the American Void.

If people can go missing why can’t files,
same with pedophiles and certain isles?
It’s funny how they gave away,
the ones we already knew what they’d say.
If people can go missing why can’t files,
same with pedophiles and their trials.
It’s funny how they gave away,
the records of JF & ML K.

Apparently there’s a minute missing every night
I guess we know when the time to strike is right.

Truth bends to the eye that sees it.
Some truths stand fixed like stars in the sky,
But many shimmer like reflections in water-
Shifting with the angle ,
dancing with the light

You say your demons haunt you.
But I’ve stared into worse —
and they blinked first.

If yours would face me,
I’d burn them down with truth and fury,
one by one,
until your name was free.

But they don’t.

They wear your face.
Speak with your voice.
And you…
you still call them home.

So I wait.
Not because I’m weak —
but because this battle is not mine to win.
It’s yours to start.

But when you do?
I’ll be there. Sword drawn. Fire ready.
Not to fight for you —
but with you.

I was tied to the train tracks.
For all the horrible things I didn’t do?

I had a small knife.
What’s the point?
It’s dull.

I could try,
but it’d be endless.

It started as a rumor, that morning.
By my last class, gym,
it was the fourth time they pushed me.

What’s the point of getting back up
if it’s dulled to happen again?

I’d let them,
especially him,
crush my skull until I died.

The funny thing is,
the rumor was true.

I did have a crush on him.
I was just a boy.