"siezing" poems
Lets stop n slam on somethin' shameful like war and anguish...
'Cause im pretty sure that tremendous termoil and suffering and starvation is the same in all languages...
But something that most of us will never know...
'Cause in this country you tend to grow a fat *** as you grow old.
Give this countries cold dark history a warm embrace, look it in the face!
All this killing, death, distruction, and disease...more war than peace!
Something most of us will never see, much less feel...Because ignoring it is so much easier.
We'd rather be pleasing ourselves than siezing the keys to this country!
Jump in.
Take a sunday drive for freedom.
Sunday football keeps you occupied...
Kicked back in the recliner, while others freeze in the name of the flag.
And your constitution.
And the human condition.
Patriotism is not pretty to the petty.
To...those getting rich, hand over fist...
On your...vacant homes, vacant jobs, and vacant votes.
While they vacate our education with more lousy legislation.
We get lazier and sleezier and sloppier.
We pass judgement on our fellow man...
While we let politicians pass bills that destroy this great land.
Hand over fist, hand over hand...one hand washes the other politicians ****
These dinosaurs with their special interest agendas make me sick.
Stand up strait.
Look at me when I talk to you.
Dont turn a blind eye to all the bodies that once hung from loops...
Remember where we came from.
Re-write history like the bible.
Re-write war and peace.
We call soldiers "property of uncle sam".
Brainwashed to believe in 'the man' and his plans.
Slavery doesn't segregate anymore.
We're all in on this together.
This time.
We stand in unison.
All in on this together.
Revolution is freedom.
Jan 5, 2010
Jan 5, 2010 at 7:27 AM UTC
What is freedom?
Is it the choices we are free to make?
Is it the paths we are able to take?
Or is it to live devoid of lies?
Our right to be without disguise?
What is freedom?
A wrist, unburdened by chains?
A mind, unblemished by stains?
Or happiness attained by few,
Happiness that pulls us through?
What is freedom?
Perhaps it is the leaf that dances in the breeze,
Or the wind that rushes through the trees,
The wolf, howling its dreadful song,
Or the bird, whose travels are long?
What is freedom?
Perhaps it is the relationships we make,
Rather the relationships we break,
Or maybe ignoring what’s at stake,
Not dwelling on each and every mistake?
What is freedom?
Is the way we choose to live what makes us free?
Not creating the you we expect you to be?
Or siezing the moments before they pass?
Not letting the days escape all to fast?
What is freedom?
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
Life has a funny way
Of driving us almost insane
And pulling back
Just in time
For you to feel ashamed
Sometimes it throws a curve
Causing a momentary swerve
To avoid what we deserve
I watch these people
Trapped
Lost
Clinging to a dream
They know in their hearts
Is gone with the wind
While
All the while
Theres been something good
Waiting in the wings
The world has a funny way
Of making us waste
Away
Never siezing that day
Lie in wait
Just to alleviate
Pain
Because we're all a little broken
A little out spoken
But broken all the same
But.....
I dont want to wait anymore
**** it
This opportunity is knocking
And I'm opening that door
I feel these changes coming
This adventure I adore
And did I mention?
I have a question
Am I also
What you've been looking for?
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
The cut is yet deep.
Standing in the crowd holding her hopes like a child with a balloon
the rain wet street mirrored on her cheek
she sees only ghosts and memories around her.
Her soul contorts and twists under the weight of her loss
weeping for that which was
and faded dreams lie in litter at her feet.
Shadowy solace hovers impotently
loath to approach lest he be burned in her cold fire.
Her thoughts hang in strands:
"O, fountain blood be my salve
for hollow loneliness is my home"
Unheard, unheeded, unreleased
they echo and play across her mind in metallic tones.
And the cut is yet deep.
Pain sings in her heart
marking her world with it's dissonant pallette.
Bright and brittle, with a lover's hunger
offering a seductive embrace she can no longer resist.
Siezing to it's sharpness and brilliance like a keepsake
she draws it to her willingly
and loves it.
But hers is not the step, the end, the sleep.
"I am queen here" she cries to an unknowing world
"Heed me, for I shine"
and shaking off the woe she turns from the path.
Fierce Nike takes her hand and leads her forward,
onward to a new beginning, a new season, a new hope.
For yes, the cut is yet deep
but cuts will heal with gentle touch
and even scars may fade in the sun.
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 5:22 AM UTC
They chose me
I don't know why
Maybe the ****** Mary
Hanging from my neck was enough
To raise their ire
And surely in a ****** it did
I've taken hallucinagins in my life
Good ones
Bad ones
Beautiful magic mushrooms or
Lsd laced with stric 9 leaving your
Best friends siezing, begging god with
That very same emblem, "bring him back" and with a gasp and some *****
He was back
I've also had a history of depression, anxiety, and the abuse of substances to self medicate. I'd say I've been close to being in a psychosis but never lost touch.
No, that's not what happened in that
Small town southern jail cell
Someone opened the gates of hell
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
My beliefs do not matter tonight
To believe or not to believe?
This is no time to start a fight.
Faith in love on this silent eve.
I do not celebrate it as the saviors birth
I have nothing against those who do
For me tonight is about family first
Talking about the year we've been through.
I do not say I'm celebrating Christmas
It is not my place to take your holiday.
It is a chance to calm and destress
A time to love and put hate away.
I'm just siezing the opportunity
My family together for their Lord
I come along for peace and unity
I know that love will be assured.
The year gets to be demanding
This is a time to release and relax.
Religious or not, it's outstanding
Serenity of the world off our backs.
So to all I wish you love and happiness,
A silent night free from worry and fear.
May your mind be free from craziness,
full of merry, and have a happy new year.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
I am everything and I am nothing
a tightrope of tension between us
I can't breathe, my chest a furnace
all of these words spilling out of me
black smoke in my eyes
you are everything and you are nothing
a sidewalk to the dead end
you can't backtrack now
I'm siezing on the floor
but you're just counting how many times
my body jumps
like pain is a contest
and you're the referee
as you stare down at me
I can feel it
I can feel it
the hand of God against my throat
everything.
nothing.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
i dreamt my eyes reflected your pain,
and turned it into lust.
i dreamt i no longer had to water my art with tears, for your soul flooded me with passion,
siezing the last bit of sanity your lips hadn't consumed.
i dreamt of your papery skin cuting through me, begging for my blood to write love songs on your edges.
i dreamt of you.
and i couldn't help but curse reality when i woke up,
because no matter how hard i shut my eyes,
you,
disolved in my pillow,
like the memory of happiness.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC