Death to the Demented Mind
In the guarded cell,
They sit and wait for judgement.
Even though they know
The result their impulse brings:
Death to the demented mind.
Still, they regret not
Falling prey to their angry,
Non-extant conscious
“Revolution for the people:
Death to the demented mind."
And so, as leader
Of the bloody rebellion,
"Kill them all!" they screamed.
"Vengeance for the tortured, dead.
Death to the demented mind!
The ones who deceived,
Betrayed us, enslaved, killed us;
Letʼs get rid of all
Those who share their morals, traitors
DEATH TO THE DEMENTED MIND”
But without realising,
They became what they so hated
A killer, tyrant, monster
And before long, they were stopped
They were the demented mind.
#stophiding
Five fingers is a dreamy wave to an old friend in the distance.
Five fingers is petting your puppy as she falls asleep in your lap.
Five fingers is curling them around your mother's.
Five fingers is a high five with mate.
Five fingers is carrying your best friend’s suitcase when she finally saves enough money to visit you.
Five fingers is waking up your little brother every morning.
Five fingers is accepting that award...no matter how insignificant.
Five fingers is shaking a strangers hand.
Five fingers is writing that final note...and five fingers is tearing it up.
Five fingers is gripping them around the knob and opening that door and reaching out…
With each of my five fingers, everything could have been gone.
Your voice is the most important instrument you’ve been given, and no matter how small or shaky or hoarse it feels, it is there so you can use it.
For yourself.
For others like you.
We all need help sometimes; there is no reason to be ashamed of what you’re feeling.
You don’t have to fight this alone.
Set yourself free.
To be or not to be?
To be rude to the man who cut in line
Who stands two feet in front of me
With an arrogant smile
Quite satisfied that he will get there
One minute before me
To be angry at the ignorance
Of the masses who don't know better
Who are willing to nominate a tyrant
Because they are being targeted
By those promising everything
But secretly know nothing
To be devastated by the violence
That is on our tv's
And is created by our dollars
At the movies and the taxes
That we pay
I choose not to be
Not to be the one
Perpetrating such ugliness
To fan the flames of retribution
And pour gasoline on those
So rotten from hate
For being rotten on the inside
Is its own punishment
Even if they won't
Consciously admit it
Wrath decays your heart
And late at night
They have to listen
To the voice that whispers
That their selfish motives
Will be the downfall of mankind
So, I choose not to be
Not to be anything like them
Otherwise I can't
Look my child in the eyes and know
The world I am creating for him
This Temple
This body
this fortress
It is not for you
to tear down
It will not crumble
in your presence
It will not fall to silt
and cease to exist
unremembered
It will not succumb
to your neglect
It will not tremor
while subjected
to your stares
It will persevere
as other around it
wither and cave in
It will not falter
even as it implodes
even as it rots
from within
Dear Mama
There are no words that can explain this intense feeling of pain. There is no air, there is no sound , there is no peace without you around . You were the one, always there and losing you just is not fair! Now you are gone, no way to talk to you or see your smiling face. To let me know there is a way and everything will be okay. I miss your embrace , the scent of your hair, the way by the look in your eyes, I knew you cared. Every year your memory remains, remembering that day just like it was yesterday. Even though I feel you all around me, it's not the same. It doesn't keep me from going insane! Because I know it's impossible for you to be seen, and that's one thing that makes my heart bleed! I miss you so much it hurts, like my heart will just burst. I miss having you to comfort me when times are tough, bc sometimes being strong on my own isn't enough. That day I lost you, I'll never forget. Every plan was ready and set. But across that news, I never expected to stumble. So I began to listen, and then I felt my soul crumble.
Naked Heart
My heart is stripped naked
etched with acid
like a balloon in flight
floating away
from sliced anguish.
In the black sky, I find
shattered pieces
of my heart
burrowing into
crumpled clouds,
leaking from
tunneled pain.
Burnt tulip words,
walking on broken
sidewalks, forever scar
my soul, as I
tuck your absence
inside my sleeve,
choked by memories.
Lacerated pain
in my crumbled pith
causes an aching silence
worse than the
shatter of my heart.
I sorrowfully
pick up the pieces
of my heart,
poke them back
into my throbbing chest
and begin rebuilding
my battered soul.
