This sadness never ends. Parade of Scars.
A broken glass, broken hands.
Concrete walls, a soldierhead,
the memories will trick you.
A ritual of ghosts, angels of death,
attitude adjustment, auto-inflicted destruction.
Forceful behavior leds to the blackest tears,
empty eyes, empty minds,
prosthetic minds of fear and greed.
Live the American dream, unleash the ultimate scream!
Man spricht Deutsch
und die Alarme begann zu läuten.
Warum?
This could be anywhere in the world,
march on the kingdom of the dead,
we came to conquer!
Live the American dream, unleash the ultimate scream!
Carriers of the plague,
everything invaded, redemption.
This time's for real,
why do you tell me all these lies?
My patience is getting shorter
and killing you is killing me.
We stand as one, harvest, sacrifice...

I watch them walk away
And though I rage against
Their warlike ways
I cannot make them stay
My fingers are not strong enough
To stop the fists that fall on us
The bullets fire
The drones go on
Burning our earth
With liquid destruction
Turning time and life
Into nothing
And no matter what I write
Eyes always turn to the night
And the fools go marching
Stomping on to death

"You want to hit me, fight me, kick me or bite me.
You think you're tough, you aren't.
Come, try to fight me, you won't succeed!"

"Oh yeah, why?" He hissed.

"Because, my friend, I'm a pacifist".

I saw this girl the other day
she was so shy until came
And opened up her  mouth and began to sing
she said
'I am afraid of death
but I will not go silently
I am not meant to go into the night
Because I have not been alive long enough
and I will fight I will be tuff
Because that's what you need to see inside of me
day did pass until I saw her face agene
so powerful as she leyed down in the hospital bed
asking me how I could end this way
she said
"I have not gone silently
I fought for life an to be free
Until my dying breath you see I cannot go  silent into the night"
I did not see her agene until she was layed into he funeral bed
Her head apon the pillow as she was lowered down into her grave
I read her eulogy, something she wrote just for me
she said..
"I am not afraid anymore, I know your heart must be sore
But now that you are reading this, know it couldn't have turned out any other way...but I did not go silent, no I fought until my dying breath so that I could say...death is easy and life that's hard no go on its your life ad mine is gone

The mountain clearness
Isn't going to shift the mountain's vagueness
The steering eyes cant dip into another cloud
And we cant walk out again on their lives
A bitten howl has struck another chord in humanity
Freedom is the security that creates insanity
The Fickle hearts that smear threats on the infants hands
I believe in humanity
I don't believe in a single human

I wish for a night that the mountain's grip can hold us over
I shrink into a flower to be plucked because I am afraid
I think blood is an excuse for violence and violene is an excuse for war
We don't look in our eyes to find light
We turn the night into a fire under cars
Beeping. Burning. Bursting. Buzzing. Blasting

Fear and terror thickens the lump in my throat and cuts a circle from my organs
It is scary to think we are just humans, the same humans capable of the exctition of ourselves.

I wish to all of those out there. In fear. I will help.
I will do all that I can.
These are not just words. This is a promise.

It's been awhile since that nightmare;
I haven't cried since then.
I've never cried tears of joy
or wept out of fear
like I did in your kitchen

Failing to protect ones I love
is a haunting notion.

You're a living ghost that
reminds me of a mistake.
A Victorian-era opaque mist
that keeps me up most nights,
reminding me of the edge I walked

You inspire equal parts of
love, terror, and loyalty

Although we made it through
that hell physically unscathed,
we didn't make it out unchanged.
Overramped on stolen speed
Living apparition, don't ever leave

I understand what happens when
a piece of you is given to another:
you grow as you give.
When part of you dies, you feel it
for the entirety of your life

The couch creaked in rhythmic fashion. Darkness permeated everything. There was music, as my mother bounced back and forth in an autistic fashion. The stress of the day working itself out in her movements.
I played with my tiny figurines. GI Joes battled at my feet. I could not see them but I felt them. How could I understand the level of her sickness. Her pain would evolve adapting and developing into darker reactions. The playful tickling mother would become a spirit of vengeance.
During the daytime we shared the music, dancing and playing. My thoughts were not straying. It would take many years for me to evolve as well. It would take many more than that to find a semblance of peace.
I cannot fault her heart. She did not have the tools to understand. She only had god and work. I had books and tv shows to show me love and truth. I had dreams of something greater. I saved them all for later while she lost bits of her soul. I am certain she swallowed her own sorrows to save me from starvation.
I am sure she struggled to protect me from life’s cold hard reality, until she became the darkness herself. I am sure that a better me could forgive her, and maybe given enough time I will feel strong enough and deep enough to do it.
But for now I am seeking the truth and strength I do not have. Plucking painful and pleasant chords; There is still music here and I will play it again.

There are a lot of things we should stop, and even more things we should start doing.

Don't you know I am a mirror?
But my handlers didn't handle me too well
Ignoring fragile this side up,
They dropped me on my head
And naturally, I shattered
Had I been alive,
I guess I'd now be dead.
A shard of me is trapped in Charleston
Caged in by a terrorist
Hatred and racism rattle the bars
What the **** do they mean
When they insist they do not see it?
My broken shard shows a murderer
Protected and escorted by the police
And isn't that the most ****** up part?
My broken shard shows a murderer
Protected and escorted by the police
And no one can tell them apart
I've forgotten the names
I've forgotten the faces
I've forgotten the number
of people of color killed
by cops in this ******* country
Because there have been too many
And a new soul joins the list almost daily
I don't remember their faces
But I see them in my shards
How do so many white people
Think it isn't our fault?