"hollowgram" poems
Don't be scared, many thrive on your fear. Rather than oppose their agenda they'd prefer you disappear. Hard to reach a clear point when they keep us foggy with beer and glamorous dramatic sporting events to cheer. Bloodlines are tied to America's smeared reflection. Attention on major media is a forced perspective injection. Ill intentions under false pretenses. Double standards give minorities the maximum sentence, while the privileged sit smiling at the chance of repentance. They'll work you for life to justify your existence. Years fly by and the flame of soul gets diminished. Simply questioning why is a revolutionary act, yet too many minds paper chasing in attempt to flaunt stacks. It's the American dream, you have to be asleep to believe. The kingmakers have never witnissed the conditions we've seen. The financially burdened are flown overseas, dropping bombs on the innocent, hearing pained children scream. War is the ultimate greed, a disastrous dance. Still we stand in Afghanistan protecting poppy plants. ****** epidemic is rising, friends of ours have died from trying. The pills being pushed are multiplying and it's big pharma that has been supplying. Another commercial, overdose from overstimulation. Glued to electronics the TV America is nothing more than simulation. High expectations with low wages drowning in debt, the idea of slavery has just taken a new concept. We take orders from those that rationalize death. School never taught you how to deal with your head. Or that peace can be achieved with focus on breath. Work harder, and maybe there's an increase in pay. But I don't expect much from a nation built on the backs of slaves. So I come to you now, with a heart full of faith. I claim no religion but there's still time to be saved. My purpose is to show you, your own beacon of light. America was never great but together we can make it right. Show sone love to your neighbors, beyond all borders. You are a self-governing entity capable of declining orders. So how you gonna exist, within fear or love? I'll do my best exemplfying the latter so we can adopt a pattern of rising above.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
She was more a figment than a remnant
the dark shadow at the edge of the bed
With each passing day it was apparent
insecurity found company inside my head
the dark shadow at the edge of the bed
a shape formed out of forgotten wants
the girl found company inside my head
Whispering softly her nocturnal taunts
Shapes forming out of forgotten wants
Impulses that should have long been dead
Whispering softly her nocturnal taunts
Insomnia for the sins I committed
Impulses that should have long been dead
With each passing day its apparent
retribution for the sins I've committed
She stays more a figment than a remnant
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
I'm a drug addict
I'm sorry I don't have anything better to say.
Did you know I have secrets I keep from everyone?
Is that normal?
The things I've done for drugs would make me sick so I don't think about them.
Everyone wants to be a better parent than their parent because they did such a bad job, but they did their best and my best will only be sub-par.
Where are we going?
Are we just looking through the rear view mirror as we drive away from the fire?
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC