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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.
