"distrusting" poems
Gettin’ sh!t on like I’m The Villian,
got this queasy feeling on the line reeling,
coming undone at the same time wound up and spun,
I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing,
want to throw myself up out of myself,
can escape every position except the one I’m in,
can’t escape yourself if knowledge is wealth,
then I’m loaded & still spending my winnings,
got Karma Credit but I’m morally cash poor,
because I just fckt my girlfriend as if she was a *****
and I feel terrible or rather horrible about it,
because i think I’m infected by what neglect did without a cure,
no one is pure,
at least I’m not that’s for sure,
I'm tainted with devils in my head painted with what I spilled I’m red,
sick with the sort of illness that can't easily be cured,
in fact got a bad case of the blues,
but instead of strumming a guitar I’m taking things too far,
cut her so bad with my fingernails,
that I fear it might leave a few scars,
tied her up so tight,
that her wrists turned purple,
see she’s attracted to bad boys,
and I warned her that that’s the type of attraction that can hurt you,
little girl shouldn’t be out past her curfew,
nothing good ever happens past midnight,
but we’re both running from something,
both stand outs in the in crowd still something doesn’t sit right,
I’m uncomfortable,
because I think maybe all humans are disgusting,
maybe we just cause each other pain and trash the earth’s surface,
maybe we deserve to feel guilty & that’s why we are all fcking distrusting,
maybe I’m gonna fckn **** myself,
but this is a card game so then again maybe I’m bluffing,
maybe everything’s going to be alright,
maybe I’m being uptight for nothing,
but I’ll tell you what I feel like the **** of my own joke,
but I don’t give a fck so instead of changing I’m just shrugging,
mean mugging every person I pass suspicious of every bloke,
because these days crime pays and everyone’s always up to something,
and I just want to get ghost,
but I can’t and I guess that’s the way it goes,
so I’m sittin’ in the uncomfortable position,
of being both a role model as well as a criminal,
Gettin’ sh!t on like I’m The Villian,
got this queasy feeling on the line reeling,
coming undone at the same time wound up and spun,
I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing…
∆ LaLux ∆
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
You and I are both cliches
You with your girlish wit and obsession with everything masculine
And me
With my wounded feminist heart
distrusting every man no matter his professed honor and respect of the feminine
I can't help but get mad at you
and you can't help but feel sorry for me
You think I'm deprived
And I know your depraved
I just hope you finally learn your lesson
when your heart has been shattered
and your "girlish wit" taken advantage of
But really I don't
That would be too tragic and unfair
I just want you to stop talking
and spreading your false reality to all too eager ears
And interrupting this class I liked until you walked in
At least you're better than the men in here
hanging on your every word
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 5:39 AM UTC
They look at each other,
blush,
look away,
It seems to be choreographed like a dance between them
He looks at her,
She glances, giggles
He looks away
This is the infamous tango of hearts
They watch, They wait, They wonder
Until one day,
Someone makes a step that doesn't fit into the dance.
A new boy,
One who hasn't been observing their dance,
He walks up to her as she giggles
He smirks, saunters, and flirts
The dance shudders,
Stops.
Her heart has been won
He looks at her,
She glances up, meets his eyes,
Looks away.
The dance is still being performed,
This time though, it is a dance of friendship.
Of Worry
Of Desperation, both his and hers
For months he's seen her like this
The downcast look in her eye
A sudden pain when she is touched
An obvious flinch is she is so much as reached for
She comes to talk to him
They laugh
Almost like old times
Yet he can't mistake the pain in her eyes
He moves to touch her
A hand grabs her arm and jerks her away
He looks
She shakes her head
He frowns, pleads silently
She shakes her head again
He nods,
And he walks away
He looks
She is distrusting
She got out, alone,
The new boy, now old in her views comes to her
The boy is is apologetic, The boy pleads with her
She looks across the room to her boy,
Not one she's dated,
But one she shares an even more intimate relationship with
One she trusts.
This is the boy that has been with her all along,
He who danced the dance with her through it all.
The only boy that she could trust to know the steps
She needs help now, so she looks to him
He shakes his head,
Now she is the one who frowns,
He shakes his head again
And she walks away.
Away from her past
And towards her future.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
Pixied fairies
Druid pixies
Swinging on breathe and trees
Loosing themselves to each other
Solace place
No hate no greed
No distrusting
No talking of others
Best friends verily in love
Gangsters of mad Lovers
Sitting on stilts of no guilt but hugs!!
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
XXXVI
When we met first and loved, I did not build
Upon the event with marble. Could it mean
To last, a love set pendulous between
Sorrow and sorrow? Nay, I rather thrilled,
Distrusting every light that seemed to gild
The onward path, and feared to overlean
A finger even. And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still renewable fear . . . O love, O troth . . .
Lest these enclasped hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
And Love, be false! if he, to keep one oath,
Must lose one joy, by his life’s star foretold.
2.2k
Hateful tears slice my skin like razors in the bathtub
I’ve been hurt by the bare hands that once bound us together too many times
You were an angel to me and you loved me like a child
But when I come home and your breath smells like cheap whiskey you twist and thrive underneath burning skin belonging to a type of corruption only the Devil could endure
My bruised eyes are proof of your demons
My broken arm is proof of your demons
My always plentiful supply of makeup to cover your loving blue outline is proof of your demons
My battered body is proof of your demons
The pain doesn’t scare me. I accept it as my own.
I understand your need for attention and your need to be left alone.
I just haven’t mastered the ability to sense when you’ve been left alone with your thoughts for too long
Flashbacks of your own childhood-the ********** that your daddy forced upon you
The sound of skin tearing, the scent of blood. Your fathers voice. His silhouette hovering.
You linger in the doorway for too long when I walk in.
I look in your eyes; the **** videos play back to me. I know I shouldn’t touch-I remind you too much of your father.
Threats to leave me, swinging your fists.
Tomorrow you will say how mistaken you were-you thought I was your father you thought I was a monster but you know now that I’m the most intimate version of a mother you should know
Curling up, weeping your apology. Comfort me, hold me, you beg.
I know better than this. I picture my mother “Once and you leave him.” But its been 16 months now and i cannot leave a fallen angel.
I can’t bring myself to walk out because I know you chose me.
Distrusting; you chose me. You saw I had flowers splurging from my veins and all anyone else could see was self abusing thorns.
The blood from your knuckles soak the blood resting upon my face
It tugs and pulls and I bring you in
Your beautiful, tear filled eyes make me feel special
“I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry, I love you”
I’m sorry I love you.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Broken hearts are lost, confined and chained to the wall
by a chain link fence so sharp and strong;
disabling a soul from moving on.
Combustive beating heart,
distrusting evil ****
she ****** me over and drifted away
like a formaldehyde ****
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 8:29 PM UTC
I get sick of cliches, I get sick of the tropes
I get sick of affected twits and how love had them on the ropes
If I let myself breathe the same air as everyone else I'm gonna choke
I can't help but breathe her in and feel I've gone beyond the scope
Of my, simple visions of destroyed inhibitions
and I, can't help but get nervous how she changes up my focus
Can I, convey this handedly while knowing understandably
That I'm leaning on a danger to a core that I've exposed
We've leaned down for contact, she pushed me I push back
The pressure on our hearts has potential for explosion
The languish I had locked inside interior erosion
Implodes, he dotes of notes he'd wrote to quote a query quietly
Distrusting of emotions, just a quiver can inspire me
Fearing no enemy, fearing no evil entity
Fearing only connection and if I'm wasting my energy
Love brought me happiness but it stirred up the cobwebs
Little demons laying dormant til I explored them in every form
in every figure in every norm til they've distorted my performance
But as pandora's box was 1st class special ordered to my doorstep
I dove in straight for signs of hope, a passing look could soon afford this.
She voices her fears, connections lost by the distance
I'll bridge the gap to defend her, no need she says with persistence
She's scared of monotony, she gets scared of the tropes
She gets sick of affected twits and how they leave her with no hope
If she's forced to breathe the same as before she's gonna choke
I leaned in for contact, I push her, she pushed back
We're two shades of the same Wavelength
Our angles just refract.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
Stabbing stabbing,
Never wishing he had,
Everything that makes him sad.
Once betrayed now he has his own goal,
To put in end to the ones that made him pay the toll.
People are disgusting,
Not only that but they are distrusting,
Always needing revenge for the most pointless of crimes.
Out doing each other because why not be better then what we were originally,
Why even try?
What bad taste,
That left in my mouth,
As all positive thoughts will head south.
Everyone hates someone but why does anyone care?
High on your narcissism you think no one compares.
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 10:14 AM UTC
To live
Seems to mean
To struggle.
Buddha teaches that when we
Release all of our desires
Our expectations
Our assumptions
Then too shall our suffering pass.
There is a part of me which
Cheers
And yet another which
Rails
In response to this.
It seems on the surface to ask
Us to cease to be human.
But isn't that what the search for enlightenment
Is about?
To become something more than human?
To elevate into a higher No-Thing?
However
In this search we forget that
The quest itself is
A desire
An expectation
An assumption
That there is something to
Work
Towards.
Only when we release
Even this need to be
Something other than what
We are
Does that mysterious
Phenomenon happen.
Or does it?
It seems so easy at times
To let go
Let it all slip from my grasp
And find that place
Which is
No place
And
All places at once.
Something always calls me back
And I find myself
Toiling
Stumbling
Struggling
Suffering
And I have to ask
Why?
What pulls on my silver cord
And grounds me back to this
Fleshly cage
With all of its
Aches and pains
Tortures and torments?
I don't understand
Maybe I'm not supposed to
And this grasping
For knowledge
On the whys
Of human suffering
Is just another thing
I must lay by the wayside
Say
Adieu
And never look back.
If only it were that effortless
Perhaps I am distantly related to
Lot's wife.
Destined to become a pillar of salt
When I cannot turn my back on
That which I love.
Disobeying the Divine
Distrusting that there should be no
Last sight
It seems straightforward
The Divine sees what we mortals do not
But if we are all a part of the Divine
Is it impossible for us to know it all as well?
This appears to be the case for the masses
And for me
As I am not a Bodhisattva
Yet.
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 9:22 PM UTC
A glow shining from the inside out
As beautiful as the purple magnolias of Asia
Yet as rare as a bright orange Alaskan sunset
So long separated by time and distance
I almost do not recognize the vision set before me
Reality with the ability to transform
Distrusting my eyes
Afraid they may conspire to betray me
To lead me to the path of blunder
Surrendering me to lies and ruin
Outward perception distorted by fear
Is it the meadow of flowers I paint in my dreams?
A winsome smile forces my lips to part
Thoughts of pleasant changes captured within me
I am unable to free them but doubt still lingers
Apprehensive of the mendacious nature of my heart
She unwittingly deceives
Loves without regard to reciprocation
She dominates
I am no match for her strength
I am subject to her will
Mental chains of steel I use to restrain
But the arrows of cupid still calls
The beauty of two beings intertwined beckons
A longing to live in the painted canvas
Perfect hues, perfect shades
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 7:05 AM UTC
I wanna witness...
The energetic synergy within the city limits
Pulsing with adrenaline as yesmen do business
With mysterious gentlemen in worn and weathered tenements
Indifferent of the minutemen surrounding the premises.
A genesis and exodus of textbook corruption
Eruptions of Congressmen abruptly interrupting
The voice of the denizens; citizens distrusting
The integrity of every legislation made in history
And the mystery surrounding all those slimy politicians
Discussing their envisionments and policies like madmen
Disgusting in their ways, protecting church and state,
In the government we pray: Amen.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Another case of missing you
And all I have are empty pill bottles
And broken picture frames
Scattering my carpet
I've lost the will to suffer the poison of my mind
And the frailty of my heart
Loose-leaf love notes lay unwritten
Begging to be finished
The ache that writhes inside my chest is your absence
And the miracle of your voice
Faded daydreams fight through the nightmares
Yearning for sincerity in their actions
Inside misty lullabies are arising heart palpitations
And thoughts of "what could've been"
Ephemeral kisses mask my lips
Raging for redemption
Unaligned stars failed to hold us together
And seal our dearest fate
Trite misunderstandings hide my frowns
Beneath the surface of reality
Half-bitten apples like fragments of my heart disperse on the floor
And attract anxious ants
Hallow stomaches crave more than the necessity of nutrients
It requests psychological fulfillment
Swallowed confessions you continue to choke on
And repeating apologies
Distrusting anchors hold me back from the words I wish to say
Begging for love
An ocean, of salty tears
Drip onto the tastebuds that always adored you
And suddenly- nostalgic eyes are all I see
In the mirror
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
why do you pretend to be so tough, projecting a hard exterior, when i so clearly see the little girl behind a paper tiger. a little girl who wants to be loved unconditionally, protected fiercely, embraced heartily in her father’s arms, is that what i see in you, a reflection of me, a little boy, afraid, alone, craving intimacy, fearing, distrusting to love and be loved.
take my hand, let me lead, let me be the man, missing from your life, let me be an example, to witness, to rebuild the trust, that has been lost, remove your armor, slowly, piece by piece, let me see the child that you protect so fiercely.
learn to trust, allow yourself to be vulnerable, you have to give to get, trusting another is difficult, you are not to blame, there is no shame, being a child soldier, in an adult world, a veteran of lecherous wars, having your emotions manipulated selfishly, mangled carelessly, becoming cynical, suspicious in order to survive, leaving you disillusioned of the world, disgusted in those you need and want, depressed with the reality of a ruthless society.
we are older, wiser, bolder, the wounds have crusted over, healed, leaving scars as reminders, of what we want, but can not get without giving, patiently tilling, turning another’s heart in the spring to harvest in summer.
it is frightening to show our true selves to another, perilous in what is required to develop the craved intimacy, frightening in escalating, arduous in sustaining, and reciprocating personal level of self disclosure.
we anesthetize ourself with drugs and alcohol, or distract ourselves with mundane things, quotidian tasks, to numb the deep need, the intense yearning for emotional connection, the warmth and security of being held like a child in mother’s arms.
you have to give to get, to love to be loved, to accept to be accepted, for “the greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return (1).”
(1) Nate King Coles (Nature Boy)
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
Entanglement of the fourth
First there is the lie, the start, the easy process.
Once you take the first step you seem to control fate
But sure footing is only an illusion, like the fabrication you made
Second. You become affirmed in your fantasy and it
Becomes a game, a pastime, and addiction. But only to those
Who are acquainted at a distance. Always
Third. The Transparency of self is complete and the tales
are told to those who know the truth. Colors fade
Vibrant curtains put up to mask a decrepit house. Spiders weaving to resurrect a hollowed out shell with thread, when a pillar is required.
Where fire should cleanse, instead secrets lie
This must be revealed.
Fourth. Elaborate design turns to intricate demise. The artwork created
becomes the tomb of the weaver. The webs become ropes and the beloved become the distrusting and they pull tighter and tighter, when the ropes should be cut.
There will be pain. There will be sorrow. But these webs only inspire predators and fools.
Four fold. me
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC
I am
the end of the world, falling from the edge of a cliff.
The captain of a sinking ship
I am
Woeful cynicism
Smitten
of your ghosts and visions
I am
A prisoner of the flesh, in the fishing nets of contempt
I am
Consumed by the lust of distrusting ***** giving two ***** against their word
I am
The blur, in the rear view
when nothing is near you
but a hisssss
from the silence
of the radio hating you
I am
******
But reserved and undeserving
Shaking my fist
Scurrying for scalpels in the subtle tactics of arachnids
Slicing the webbing upon the antics of the tragically romantic
Heavy static
Attracts the stasis of all the places, loathingly desired in the wish for death
Always admired the tried and true, even desired to fly the coup and maybe **** a flock or two, as i too, could be you with my blood on the floor
Loved and adored only after ever more, in the after life of a burned out light
I Mock
The empathic stalking of my superiors in their inferior fandangos of foolish angles, strangling the dangled meat made from the proteges of kings
Meandering the wingless cities in piecful paradise
Locked
In the blaspheme of loose rings from the corpses of dope fiends
I am
Not
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
Tired of waiting
Tired of looking
I'm movin' on
I'm gettin' gone
Sick of distressing
Sick of distrusting
I'm giving in
I'm gonna win
Fed up with mourning
Fed up with not learning
I'm making mistakes
I'm making escapes
Done with running
Done with coming
I'm opening up
I'm growing up
Here I stand and here I'll stay
Now it's time to see Your glory
You've got the pen, Lord
It's time to write my story.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
You dig too deep when there is no need to, depleting
My resources, ignoring (perhaps unaware of) what is in front of
You, why don’t you want to see!
I was hopeful, even in mild anguish,
But I do not want to be another, who does this,
But you scare(d) me. Real bad
Nerves, after so many hesitations from aggravation
Like an animal distrusting, will run.
Do I taunt her? Only to hide promises.
Do I not have what I offer? Why must words seal.
Mistakes often made, I hope I made one than.
The Agreement is not fulfilled.
Yet…
When you are in the room, you are the only
Person, always the only one –always so singular.
You are like a force of nature
The essence of vitality, too extravagant for
Time, you belong in another among Greek goddesses
And a higher world of Spirit
Maybe morals too, but I do not know
Whether they exist, or are only ideals.
You are an ideal woman, you are Ideal.
Does this drive me from you?
That I, rebel of convention, dejected of state
And you enforce, unknowingly, what I resist.
To conquer, yes, it would be wrong. To conquer you,
Would be to fall in two, a trap I hastily avoid.
I do not speak of love, but assumptions
So hindering to our development—so…
Stagnant, repugnant and UGH, that feeling.
I am independence’s lover
And through love of you, I fear
I channel: you must be independent
Even of me, totally.
Fie! Am I too await this conclusion of all that I...?
Hark! Think not of that future, potential unknowable
Time. I cannot grip it, nor make it mine
And this I must think of you too,
Fearful that I am too comforted by abandonment
And commitment renders me impotent
And so the struggles last, and love waits unresolved.
Too hasty at best, and too stupid in truth,
Love unlearns to re-teach old lessons
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 7:25 AM UTC
My eyes open to darkness
As I frantically reach for safety.
It was only a dream, I think,
When I finally grasp my duvet.
Tears glaze my tired eyes;
These nightmares are all too familiar.
My mind never rests.
My anxiety never alleviates.
Life's not been easy.
I've seen so much, experienced
Such grief, such tragedy.
I want to be comforted.
I want you to be here.
You know how to make me strong.
But I can't find you, even though
I keep reaching for you.
You're stealthy, you've slipped away.
I'm lost in my nightmares;
You've left me alone.
I just wanted the security of your presence.
I just wanted to hear your heartbeat.
To feel your chest move with every breath.
To listen to your deep voice soothe me.
To have your hand wipe my tears.
But I have to comfort myself,
For you will never be back.
And I will resort to being distrusting,
Closed off,
Emotionless,
So I don't have to feel this emptiness.
This loss of you that you promised I'd never feel.
My eyes close, another tear spilling down my cheek.
As I try to travel to the nightmares in my dreams,
To drown out the nightmare of my reality.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Let the dust settle
Down on our rusted hearts
Let the sky rain
Down on our diluted dreams
Let the glass break
Down on our forsaken heads
Let the doubt pour
Down on our distrusting minds
Let the love seep
Into our lost lives
Let the hope invade
Into our fearful thoughts
Let the joy cross
Into our hateful words
Let the truth leak
Into our liars' souls
Let us be happy
And change our worlds
Let us be honest
And break the dam of paranoia
Let us be real
And alter our facades into nothing
Let us let loose life
And ignore the death that tries so hard to capture us
Let Us Smile.
Please.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
I Gave Up A Long Time Ago,
It Just Took Me A While To Realise.
I Have Lived My Life Without Living It At All.
Full Of Mistrust, Regret And Bitterness,
I Lived My Life In The Space Of No More That Two Decades.
That May Seem Premature,
But I Have Felt All The Feeling This World Has To Give.
And My Mistake's Outweigh My Triumph's,
My Losses Outnumber My Win's
And Second To None Is The Lack Of My Achievement's.
I Have Nothing To Show For My Short Time Spent On This Earth,
All I Can Pretend To Own Is This False Pretence Of Knowledge,
Or Those Once Loved.
But Not Even My Knowledge Mean's Anything,
For I Know A Little About A Lot,
But Really All That Mean's Is I Know Nothing About Everything.
So I Have Accepted My Life Is No Life At All,
With Nothing Left To Lose I Shall Cary On,
Living My Life,
The Only Way I Know
Alone, Distrusting And Bitter.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
Somebody Take Me
by Ryan P. Kinney and J.M. Romig
You shook me up
And poured out my mind
Cooked me ‘til I crystallized
Crushed me up and smoked me
You got high on my experiences
Took my stories into your body
You loved it
Then the bad trip came crashing in
The heartbreaks, the beatings,
The suicidal thoughts
I made you paranoid, cynical, and distrusting
Every loss peppered with a smile
Each warm, glowing moment
Tainted with the debauchery of the act
You’ll pay for all this in rehab
Blood and tears diluted with stale coffee and ****** cigarettes
(They all taste the same)
Go ahead, Detoxify.
Spit me out
No matter how you try to purge
You’ll never be rid of this poison
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
I cage in God.
With glorious bars
Too small for his fingers
He releases his singers
Plucking chords made of nerves
Swelling with each note served
Undefined voices will swirl
With planetic like twirls
Filling my senses with increasingly
Distrusting incentives.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 8:23 PM UTC
A tempest is brewing
Beneath our soles.
Coerced many massive mountains
but sundering them not; consuming them.
With eons unequaled,
With few fathoms measurable
yet measuring the unfathomable.
Unrealistic fables,
As a dragon in a cavern,
Perhaps infernal heathens... ludicrous claims, yet
No soothsayer's transmutations,
No reviser's adaptations,
Nor squabbling between politicians
could surmount to the tensions amassing beneath us.
Are we at pinnacle of the world?
Only if one's ego is at True North,
Merely the surface, unfurled forth.
But as molten iron dwindles slowly outward into hardened crust
As does man's manifested quest for greed and lust
So if a monolithic magma pool ever decides to ******
Hopefully it will gather a rather miraculous gust (it must!)
Distrusting the wicked, while sparing the just
As quickly as water turns ephemeral steel to rust.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
A lifetime suffered a lost love be found wearing no mask
but lovers wore many
each time we crossed roads again.
Now a mandatory sinester splinter
requiring mask as chip to buy food,
is implemented overnight.
I was hunted down trashed for years
and wished I wore masks for safety. prayed long my enemies be isolated from staining my treasures with distrust.
dreamt to be loved regardless of race creed nationality or social status;
we all seem faceless prompting
equality but, are we just one race?
Are we really faceless underneath macabre fear stained masks?
Now everyone good and evil tastes a bit of their own enforced medicine
on locked down mode eat sleep
isolating themselves just like they did me
this offeres no justice no relief
This pandemic universal malady
seeing no class no status
our abodes or manssions are prisons prisons for our mind!
clipping our last freedom wings
we are so tired of wars after wars.
Louis Amstrong song
"What a Wonderful World"
just keeps popping in mind at
6:49 AM George Noory radio show
Have we surrendered our freedoms
for safety to live life free-less?
Do we then deserve any?
Isolated years endured has saved me from untimely death where enemies
ploted profiting from my demise.
I remain aware awake enough to understand there's a cat inside this
Pandora's box lid closed up quickly.
Governments hording many a secret
unreleased but what is the mystery?
The value of liberating truth
is the price placed on a lie
sold to us all for mare peanuts
to keep us asleep sheeply
masked obeying or else
face illness untimely death,
distrusting all even ourselves,
is the new way of life the big change.
Can the world ever trust anything
anyone entity government
friend family stranger?
We aren't cowards nor lack courage
we are exausted enough to give up
surely temporarily though
for the human spirit relentless is
resilient outwordly born free
like you, like me, like us.
ditch the masks accept no chips
Let's grab this weird dictatirial change
by it's ugly covert horns.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Karijinbba
05-11.2020
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC