Lying against this bed of pines and shriveled stones,

I have come to the conclusion

that life is inevitably sweet and divine yet treacherously pure.

Events dancing like broken shells and bits of soot and brown

falling against the ground, welding into place.

Skies drifting about like mangled tongues

stripped and devoured

thrown against and through,

a greenish ritual of utmost beauty and grace.

Birds with beaks as glass pitchers

holding beds of water as stimulative as they are simulated.

Yet who am I to spew such parsing diction?

I am but a yearning heart sprawled over like a corpse

hanging from a bridge, hands nailed to the concrete

yet breathing scarlet-blazed cause and not boiled reason.

My rivers flow empty with clear tubes

and subtle worthless meanders that crisp and thrash so silently.

I am but a stringed mass

A pale pendulous body wandering about, wondering.

An individual with thoughts of stillness,

feeling trapped and caged,

lying here alone as one: a composite whole, a singular projection,

distant from others by lunges and clouds of colorless, virgin terrain.

Yet we all bleed the same, don't we?

I am anything but the needle in a stack of grain.

We all embody this ambiguity, this frailty, this solitude.

This intimacy.

We are all somewhat of able-bodied streams of ire.

Prussian blue shades of boisterous life.

Lax and lustrous shades of death.

Shrewd and wine-like shades of time.

An aging pack of tinted blotches.

A withered, elegant frame.

And a painting of skies and flames waltzing about,

filling each others missing pieces

like a liquid so generously takes the shape of its container.

On the day the world ends

I wear a crown

And you wear an eyepatch.

We sit on our roof and watch the

City burn.

The cockroaches put on

Party hats,

And the birds whistle the

Ending credit theme,

As they shake soot

From their feathers.

On the day the world ends

The sun screams as she

Melts into a purple sky.

The stars wink silver

And the moon weeps blue

Until all the colors

Blend together.

On the day the world ends

We all bleed the same.

I tell you that it's the most

Beautiful thing

I've ever seen.

You trace your finger along

The smoldering shingles

And write "I know"

Into the ashes.

I pulled your skin

over my skeleton today,

breaking glass

lets me see within,

experiencing the enigma

of your exposed soul.

We are not less,

we are not more.

We all bleed the same.

Our continuous circle

includes us all -

we hurt and scream

at injustice,

are empowered to

change the world.

Who was that masked man

before I tore the blinders

and revealed my true self?

Peeling off falsified truth

I peek under the skin

We all bleed the same

I wash the towel

of tossed integrity,

drip into the night,

blood spills from my lips,

I’ll remember this day.

We are brothers and sisters

under our skins

We all bleed the same.

My friend, I donned

your skin today

feeling your pangs

of need and want.

Fingerprints mark

our genetics

but not our hearts.

We build a tall wall

of embezzled emotions

but I am

the reality of you.

We all bleed the same.

Although we all come in many different colors

We all arrive here on Earth the same way

Although we all come in many different sizes

We all see the same sun rise each day

Although we all have many different opinions

Our hearts all beat the same

Although we all come in many different colors

We all bleed the same shade

We must fight the illusion that we are separate

For when we hurt another, we only hurt ourselves.

Righteous hemorrhage;

We all bleed the same, they serenade. 

Religious artifacts strewn riven,

Unsympathetically atrophied.

You can't smell the sin,

when you're sodden in gin,

leaking from your supremacy-laced chalice. 

We all bleed the same, they chant.

Cage your eyes,

It's nearly over.

Give heed to their hemic choir,

hymns polluting a resplendent pyre,

set fire

to your despondent bones.

We all bleed the same, they harmonize.

Their gore is cherished,

blindly revered.

Your cruor, rippling amongst the stonework,

they do not deign,

to watch cascade down the drain.

the massacre continues

until the devil

beneath the floorboards

realizes we taste no different

on his pitchfork tongue,

and he could care less

who's veins get split

by the divide,

because he's hungry

and we all bleed the same.

but he'll sure as fuck

climb upon the bodies

with answers for peace,

and he's right,

if this continues,

there will be no more

hearts to drink,

no more rallies,

no more denial,

only a fat devil perched forever

on the skin of humanity.

believing that we all hate each other,

is the crown.

it glistens in our blood,

though no one knows

whose it is.

Before the bible was written,

Before humanity was conceived,

Before forbidden fruit gardens

Tempting Adam and Eve,

Before Renaissance paintings,

Before the birth of man,

There was a place of nature,

A vast luscious land.

It breathed in sapphire skies,

It exhaled emerald grass,

As is the case with all beauty,

In time it would not last.

As we grew with the mountains,

And became wiser to the seas,

Boasting of our compassion,

Yet raping the Earth with ease,

We capitalized on suffering,

And in fear of the unknown

We singlehandedly tore apart

The land we had called home.

Because I am human,

Does not give me the right,

To poison a whole ecosystem,

To take a single life.

Because I am human,

I must accept the blame,

For when there is nothing left,

all we know is that

We all bleed the same.

You are white

I'm black

your veins are green

Mine can't be seen

Cut your finger

Cut mine

I bleed red blood, don’t you?

What color is the blood

Under the color of your skin

We don't bleed in color

We all bleed the same

Don't you wish we were all color blind 

Never being able to judge by color 

we breathe the same air 

I have feelings like you do 

Don't judge me by the color of my skin 

I'm human too 

Pencil on paper

Just lying flat unmoving

On that table we once kissed

The air stands still in black and grey

So many things I cannot say

The door of my past creaks

Eerie

I enter with clenched fists

So many painful things

Many don't know

Exactly how deep he hurt me

Like an ocean it devours

The pain keeps me from breathing

I resurface

I can

But soon I drown again

Sure I've healed

Time sure heals

But the trauma remains

Rejection

Ignorance

A feeling I can't just forget

Because my mind recalls

My body remembers

A cut at a time

Sometimes I wonder if

We all bleed the same

If I could cut the tar-black cancer

That lives in your embryo soul...

I'd quit filling your empties with my blood

You'll bleed me dry, to make yourself whole.

If her tongue flops in my frying pan;

Could the damage then be reversed?

Tongue sliced in strips; like bacon crisps,

It's my kitchen, my son will eat first.

If I chop his hands to 1 inch cubes,

Would I finally live free from fear?

My spin cycle brain whirls up disasters...

When I'm dizzy, I cloud up the clear.

Maybe I'll bury my knife in his belly...

Deep where the poison is bubbling.

He treated me bad, I used to be sad...

But it was you who left me broken & crumbling.

I'd like to remove her lying tongue,

I'd slice it free from her fugly face.

I'm sick and tired of her fat, piggy snout

Interfering in my custody case.

If I slice the smooth skin of your chest,

Would it peel off in one large sheet?

Fuck going to jail, I'm setting sail...

Guess you're stuck, I chopped off your feet.

Victory belongs to the most persevering,

And victory he's forced to concede.

I left his bed, he wants me dead,

But it's his turn to suffer and bleed.

If the choice had been hers to make,

Would abortion have cut short a life?

Will she eat the afterbirth, crimson placenta?

Force fed with a fork and a knife.

If I burn the freckles off his face

I wonder how loud he'll scream?

If she won't beg, I'll cut off her leg...

Retribution is not just a dream.

Would it help you remember priorities

If I carve my name across your chest?

Took me for granted, left me stranded...

You were selfish and I was obsessed.

If I slit her throat from ear to ear

Would it sever these ties that bind?

I have a need, to watch her bleed

I'm tired of listening to her whine.

If I cut off every finger and toe,

And make you eat them one by one,

Would you regret the day we met?

A kiss goodbye, now it's my turn to run.

I'm an angel of death, seeking revenge

On those who betrayed my trust

You're no better than me, I'm finally free

I've been overwhelmed with bloodlust.

Call me twisted, call me psychotic,

But they're gonna remember my name...

Body count on the rise, every demise,

Proving that we all bleed the same.