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Waldo Jul 2017
Words that are left unsaid
Fester and rot inside my head.
That which I have failed to say,
Words that torment everyday.
**** those words that wouldn't release.
Words of love and words of peace
Words I lacked the courage to speak.
I'm too quick to yield, a bit too meek.

Restrained words tend to cut my tongue,
They stab me deep within my lungs.
Words that could have saved a life,
Instead they pierce me like a knife.
Don't get me wrong, I like the pain
Like the misery in my brain.
Yet maybe if I had spoken up
My heart wouldn't feel so corrupt.

Words that decay over time,
Words that collect soot and grime,
That die and wither in my mind.
Their corpses linger to remind
Me of what I should have said.
Brutally they tear me to shreds.
So internally I bleed
Until these words can be freed.

Yet when words are harsh I spit them out
Words that spread hatred, fear, and doubt.
So easily they float away,
So careless with the things I say,
So selfish with the words I hoard  
The ones I've buried and ignored.
Yet deep within me they will dwell
Words that burn in eternal hell.
Waldo Jul 2017
There's a place on the edge of existence. A place that exists outside of the dimension of time.
I imagine I'll meet you there again, in the future. In our purest form, raw energy, when we break free from the chains of physicality.
Nothing from "before" that moment will matter. Although, there will be no before here, no present, no after. Just a moment that exists independently from these concepts.
Only in a place like this could we truly be free. A place where petty disagreements and foolish bickering are inconceivable.
Where the differences in religious beliefs, political thought, opinions on race, gender, and sexuality mean nothing.
A place without hatred and fear.
I don't think it is in our nature to hate, some may disagree, but I think such negativity can only exist in the physical realm.
After all, what were we prior to taking this form?
In the beginning there was nothing, only a single point that could be perceived as complete and total unity of every molecule in existence.
Then suddenly, maybe due to intervention from some omnipotent being, an explosion ripped this unity to shreds. Rocketing molecules light years away from each other, never to be whole again.
Let us not forget that we were this oneness.
We were this collection of molecules, coexisting together in an empty void.
I dream that I will meet you in this timeless place, that we will forget all the ideals that have divided us and remember this one simple truth, we are one.
Waldo Jul 2017
I'm not feeling very patriotic
Im rather distraught and slightly neurotic.
Should I feel pride for my nation?
In the midst of war and racial frustration?
I laugh at the thought of emancipation.
Not much has changed since this proclamation.
B.S justifications
Don't satisfy me.
Where's the empathy?
It must be buried alongside slaves
and natives in unmarked graves.

I distrust authority,
I don't fall for demagoguery,
At least not easily.
I have no love for my country,
Not in any capacity.
I don't trust white faces in suits and ties
Who spread hatred, propaganda, and lies.
Their charming smiles are but a disguise,
Used to cover up their misdeeds and war crimes.
Everywhere they walk they leave trails of slime
and all their war is over nickels and dimes.

I chuckle at the thought of democracy.
All I see is slaughter and hypocrisy.
Land of the free, supposedly.
Wealth obtained by slavery
Does not impress me.
Land accumulated through destruction,
Manipulated by currency's seduction.
What is this country's major function?
To act as muscle for corporate masters,
To kiss the feet of evil *******.

We fund and supply our own enemies.
Secure oil wells and fields of poppies,
fossil fuel and drug trade monopolies,
Yet we preach of justice obnoxiously?
So I don't care much for Stars and Stripes
Or the colors red, blue, and white.
No I don't care much for Ol' Glory
Or our leaders who are predatory.
The flag blows gently in the breeze
And lady liberty is down on her knees.
Waldo Jun 2017
Like the darkness
of the womb,
I'm deep in
murky waters.
Darkness
which will consume
your sons
and your daughters.
The tide
retracts slowly.
The moon
shines bright.
Both the holy
and unholy
Dance together
tonight.

We frolic
after sun set
For the light
is taunting.
Oh where has
the joy went?
It's memory
is haunting.
Torment cuts
me deeply,
I'm cocooned in
despair.
Thoughts of suicide
briefly
Not that anyone
would care.

We hold hands in
the darkness,
Enslaved to
lunar cycles.
Slaves to Satan
incarnate,
and his unrighteous
disciples.
White faces, suits and ties,
dress shoes
and clean shaven.
That's Lucifer's disguise
He's enthroned in
every nation.

I'm drowning
in the ocean,
Saltwater
fills my lungs.
Take me far from
the commotion,
Away from beating
war drums.
I was infected
as a youth,
With a curse
that's everlasting.
The pain of
knowing truth,
Society
is crashing.

I'm floating
through the stars
The emptiness
cradles me.
I'm floating
oh so far
From senseless
fatalities.
****** brings
early death
To my hopeless
generation.
Choking on their
last breath
With suicidal  
infatuation.

I hold hands
with my demons
Together
we walk alone
My legs
start to weaken.
Splintering
in my bones.
It won't be
too long now,
Soon I will
disintegrate.
So I guess I'll
take a bow
And accept our
woeful fate.
Waldo Jun 2017
The history of our species
is soaking with blood and feces.
Coated in rotting corpses,
The fates are so remorseless.
How could a God create this
world of war, ****, pain, and racists?

A righteous God could never conceive
of this world that I perceive.
If there is a loving creator
then why all the hate and racial slurs?
Why's there materialistic vanity
and imperialistic insanity?
Curse this reality of physicality,
We're all slaves to our own duality.

The world is so mangled and ******,
So This God must be one sick puppy.
School shootings are now a common practice
and hate is spewed from rage filled baptists,
Are they really God's spiritual apparatus?
If so I want no part of his  kingdom
I want no part of this crooked system.

I ask you, God are you  trying to teach us?
Is suffering the way that you reach us?
Or are we just pawns in a twisted game?
Your abandoned children left out in the rain?

If there is a God then it must hate
The entirety of which it creates.
He or she must enjoy our pain,
Must laugh at bullets lodged in brains.
I've seen widows cry
I've seen youths die
And God has yet to tell me why.
Waldo Jun 2017
The sweet taste of self destruction,
Makes it hard for one to function.
The goal is self evolution
To escape these corrupt institutions.
But what's the solution
Under our eroding constitution?
So much **** confusion.
So many twisted conclusions
Reaffirmed by my delusions.

Pain, pain please go away.
Anguish seems to always stay
Under sunny sky's, on clouded days,
A slave to my pessimistic ways.
Darkness seeps from my fingertips
As the continents drift
And the magnetic poles shift.

Melatonin brings sleepiness
And dreams so hauntingly devious.
Thoughts so painfully tedious,
Even the devil could not conceive of this.
They demand thoughtless obedience,
A single consciousness of greediness,
And anxiety ridden uneasiness.

Mushroom clouds of sorrow,
The bleakness of tomorrow.
Reasons to let the blood flow
To rest six feet below.
There's no peace to be found here
Just cold stares, judgement, and sneers.  
Take me where the maggots eat at flesh
Where dirt and corpses mesh.

I think we're all god ****** insane
Because God ****** us with pain.
With self-hatred flowing through our veins.  
They say Hell is a physical place,
Where evil souls are laid to waste.
So why do we all get a taste
Before our existence is erased?
Because Hell is in the mind
Hell is in the heart
Hell is all you'll find
In a world so dark.
Waldo May 2017
Twas a ghost who wandered along the seaside
And each day she cried
With the rising of the tides.
A fitting metaphor
For her sorrows along the shore
Where she jumped to her death,
And exhaled her last breath.
She suffered alone in misery.
Drowning oh so pitifully,
Figuratively and literally.

She wasn't long for this world.
Even as a little girl,
She'd make herself hurl
And blame the Earth's twirl.
Her darkness wouldn't leave
So oh how she grieved
Over the reality she perceived,
Which was brighter than it seemed.

Her story haunted me
And her memory taunted me.
So I sought out the ghost
Who wanders along the coast.
I found her near the  rocky cliffside
Where her physical being died.
With gray clouds in the sky
And sorrow within her eyes.
I had to ask her why,
Why'd she leave me behind?  
In a world so bitter and unkind?  
She kissed me on the cheek
Said, "Sorry lover of mine.
I did not belong to you,
Nor this time.
Instead  I will wander for eternity,
Eternally a possession of the sea."
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