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- Mask to wear and rules to keep.
- Cross to bear but buried deep.
- Helping hand just slapped aside.
- Burning light in shadows hide.
- Welcomed guests but cloned from mold.
- See the hearth from out in cold.
- Words and tongues, and growls and groans,
- Sticks and stones, and broken bones.
- Misshaped heart that does not fit.
- Echoed silence, e’er I sit.
- Patty cake and taffy pull.
- Cotton candy, marshmallow.
- Tastebud tempting, hunger pangs.
- Chomping air with razor fangs.
- Crouched within the starting block,
- Dusting palms with lifter chalk.
- Ready for the gruelling feat.
- Stuck instead with sipping tea.
- Yearning for learning, but nothing is stirring; concerning the burning, the journey has halt.
- Churning and turning and swirling and whirling, discerning the hurting as church-led assault.
- Question the lesson or make a suggestion is seen as aggression—suppress in your sin.
- “Lessen oppression, and stop the digression. Just standard expression and whitewash-ed spin.”
- Lonely and coldly, am sitting remotely, abandoned so slowly, in shadows I wait.
- Wholly unholy, now only a phoney, and no one still knows me, a plateaued deflate.
- Listen for bliss—am just missin’ the kissin’ of spirited fixin’ my paradigm shift.
- Christen the ship and dismissin’ the tricks and the politics mix; yet am feeling the sift.
- Implicitly, complicit he perpetuates toxicity;
- He balks the talk while talks the talk because for him, talk is the tea.
- The fingernail a wrist impales while signs inhale and oaths exhale,
- “Or shall it be morality,” he asks as he tears at the veil.
- He treats his keys like vile disease, dismantling, yet still appease.
- He’s channelling a balancing between the charge and the reprise.
- Does he suppose that to oppose or, too, expose what no one knows
- Will bring him rest from this protest, at last be blessed with a repose?
- Yet clinging on, the singing gone, he still can hear the ringing yon,
- So fighting will and writing still, a dwindling hope still bringing dawn.
- Two worlds collide, the soul divide. To merge? To purge? It‘s all untried.
- Abandon one? Demandin’ one? One thing’s for sure. They will collide.
- Once was filled with life; now lifeless.
- Pearl of great price became priceless.
- Saved by Christ, but now just Christless.
- Tepid now, but once was righteous.
- Shadows dwell, replacing brightness.
- Blind, then saw; again am sightless.
- Freedom reigned, deposed by tightness.
- Spirit soared; today is flightless.
- Snowy scales and cages brown.
- Hungry mouths, all chained and drowned.
- Plants at war don’t trickle down.
- Badges blue: the goons of crown.
- Lipsticked pigs in tux and gown
- Eat the trash, and own the town,
- Whip the slaves for buck and pound,
- Burn the trees, and suck the ground.
- Rainbow pins but silent sound.
- Fight the man, erase the brown.
- Stand together, gender bound
- Well, until the junk is found.
- Break the scales, the cages free.
- Feed the mouths, fished from the sea.
- Grow the plants, the bacon squee.
- Steal the whips, make masters plea,
- Flip their trough, and smash their peace.
- Guard the ground, protect the trees.
- Rainbows strong, together we
- Fight the man, the brown now see.
- Now to act, time’s passed for speech.
- Bring across and help them pee.
- Bell has rung, now class will flee.
- Time to take sweet liberty.
- Battered and bruised, pierced for to bleed,
- Hidden from view under the sheet.
- Plucked from the pile, dismembered feast,
- Onto my tongue, go skin and meat.
- Throw back my neck, in my throat seeps,
- Warm, salty, red, down my chin leaks.
- Blood on my lips, flesh in my teeth,
- Closing my eyes, bowing my knees.
- Promises made I cannot keep;
- Parroted oath, longing for deep:
- Never forget, memory sleeps;
- Obey the law, mirror the sheep.
- Stuck here in jail, want to be freed,
- Trying so hard, always too weak.
- Wishing to change, nowhere to seek.
- Hear a pin drop, never a peep.
- With each footstep of hope, descend into the hole,
- The water wicking up, now pulling at my soul.
- And flung upon my back a bag of ashen bones;
- The closer that I get, the louder grow their moans.
- I stand within the grave, a tightness in my chest,
- My heart beating so fast, and all I want is rest.
- And then I’m thrown inside, and buried while alive
- And I can only feel the draining of my life.
- But while I’m in my tomb, my skin begins to split,
- A thing had grown inside and now no longer fits.
- A creature soon comes forth, naked but clothed in blood.
- It takes my heart and mind, then reaches through the flood.
- Its hand enclasps a wrist, which holds it sure and tight.
- And with a pull so swift, it brings it to the light.
- Emerging from the crypt, the creature starts to change.
- Abandoning its host, freed from its fleshy cage.
- And then at once I see through its fresh, virgin eyes
- And feel its beating heart that once had beat as mine.
- I stood upon the grave, where I had stood before,
- But in a body new and different in my core.
- Then of a sudden flames surrounded my new flesh,
- Embraced me as a dove, then left me, pure and fresh.
- I grabbed the ferrous rod and closed the gate behind,
- And with my first new step, began the gruelling climb.
- A child for your cocoa, a bombing for your crude,
- Orangutan for cookies, plastic for seafood,
- Bananas for a penny, a landslide for your gold,
- A peasant for your coffee, your cellphone for a soul,
- Blood for your engagement, a graveyard for your heat,
- A blind eye for your lettuce, a famine for your meat,
- Inferno for your blue jeans, an earthquake for your grill
- A sinkhole for your water, enough to make us ill.
- In my blood and in my veins,
- In my heart and in my brain,
- In my skin and in my hair,
- In my eyes and in my air.
- Bathed in blood and burned by dove,
- Washed in oil and sealed above.
- All my life, and who I am,
- Where I’ve been, and all my plan.
- Does that even matter now?
- All the sweat from off my brow?
- All the blood from knuckles raw?
- All the tears from moments saw?
- All the tired muscles sore?
- All the times I dressed for war?
- Just like that you break it off?
- Turn around and leave with scoff?
- Throw away the times we had:
- Rad and sad and glad and bad?
- Kick me out and change the locks?
- Trash the gifts with tithes I bought?
- All the times I’ve said it’s true.
- It’s not me, so must be you.
