if there is something
they can do to bother
everyone around
they’ll do it
not caring about anyone
else than themselves
unable to see that they
aren’t the only ones
living in this place
it never ends
consistently and
constantly rude and
obnoxious
it would be great if
they would move somewhere
far away where they
could make all their
noise and be awful
to their heart’s content
bad neighbors
True love never dies
Loyal souls never change
Don’t distort the beauty of fairy tales
Don’t blame it on life
Don’t blame it on you
Don’t fake your heart
‘Cause I won’t do
Thought you were my angel
So I gave you my wings
Now you’re ready to fly?
I whined hey wait
But you’re hailing goodbye
I offered you a platonic love
A virgin, a pure an innocent love
I said babe sex got nothing on me
Clog your ears believe what you see
They only gossip about me
They can’t be you and they won’t own me
But you were disgusted with the taste of my kiss
That’s why I hated the scent of my lips
You know… I spent my youth buying time for you
Guess I’ll spend my sunsets waiting here for you
Even though I’m wide aware
That time and tide wait for no man
But I’m prepared to make an exception
‘Cause our romance was perfection
And I’ll rebirth its dead sensation
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I am not too well, he felt.
The flames chased him in charred landscape.
Fighting over, he pondered about the
crime within, the surge to find a nest hole.
A wounded pride where the salmonella hits.
You enter a slot for more enticements.
Any patch of vague tragedy among the barren
desirability, shares the accident with sacrifice.
Unhappy, you reverse the mode of retrieving
against the terms of swimming alone.
Where was the death’s arc to capture
the mistakes of life? Was an archaism
sufficient to kill the untruth? No implant
will enhance the height of achievement.
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just once
i wish something
would work out
that there wouldn’t
be some problem
that things would
go smoothly
that i wouldn’t
have to jump through
extra hoops
that luck would
go my way
instead of
against me
Two men run down the sidewalk, white chases black and a gun cocks
The white man yells stop, bystanders hear a loud pop, and the front
man drops
Witnesses call cops and stand in silent shock, The cops come but
They ignore that the street pools with red; they handcuff the man
who lies still, dead
Hours later the body still bleeds on the street
That’s somebody’s child that bakes dead in the heat
A white chalk outline becomes his replacement
It sticks out like a pin– white sin on black pavement
People pass judgment based on others’ skin color
They don’t consider they’re a devoted mother, a lover of God, or a
brother
Ignorant, judgmental, lost on an ego trip, oblivious, obnoxious,
through their lips insults slip
Insults solely based on nothing more than ethnicity, nationality, and background
Based on physical identity
Do tattoos define an individual? Does a needle on skin birth a
criminal?
Racial stereotypes lie subliminal, but in the grand scheme of things they’re visible
We pretend minority groups don’t exist in this country
as if the white man doesn’t make the most money
Black, Male, 6’3, lists a random man’s ID, only his appearance
physically
Doesn’t list his qualities, or who he is
No description of his reality
Or why he cries in silence at night, alone he works hard to raise his
daughter right
Or that his wife walked out 2 years ago, left him to raise a daughter on his own
In a home deprived of heat, because electricity isn’t free
and jobs aren’t looking for Black, Male, 6’3
or his petty theft history
He stole over-the-counter pills, to help his stress when he couldn’t pay the bills
No, he wasn’t mentally ill, or a villain, and what he took wasn’t
worth half a million
He didn’t harm another civilian, but the minor charge took away his
free will
Free will is the power of acting without the constraint of necessity or fate
It doesn’t include necessary court dates
Or jail time; 6 months behind gates
Here we are in 2015, and police are still keen on unleashing shots on the scene
Immediately upon arrival, whether they’re killing an adult or teen
Let’s remember life is ageless
Who’s really armed and dangerous?
A gun gripped tightly in a hand, the power to take the life of a man
Is the need for violent force in higher demand, than a daughter who
needs her biggest fan
Than a wife who’ll lose her soul mate, her first date, all she loves until her heart breaks
Than a brother who’ll lose his best friend, they thought they’d
make it together to the end
Than a mother who’ll lose her baby, her sight will go hazy, she’ll
drive herself crazy
and blame an unconsidered decision on not keeping him under her
consistent vision
or maybe she’ll blame her religion, and make her greatest
rescission
Innocent claims cover the sound of deadly police-fired rounds
Bound to be declared self-defense, while key evidence is sloppily
condensed
The court states there was no malintent, but a body hit the cement
The issue here is bigger than a gun, prejudices linger in everyone
The gun fires ‘cause of a finger, but it’s a thought that pulls
the trigger
The day is at once at tandem
with tepid sun, winter’s discomfiture, or feature.
Outside the room music
blares, Christmas is near
children squabble, then singing. Sighs, life takes
historical movement, years
lapse and then these visuals.
The town hasn’t changed much except for the number of boisterous cars, and pedestrians manipulating ways, hands up to code a message, please let me go to the other side. The trees silently stare at the church across, shadowy, languid movements. It is dusk.
Hands up. Let me go over to the other side, where I live, where I can breathe.