I Hear Black

Too much is never enough
Always wanting more
Who is wrong?
When everyone thinks they’re right
Let’s all pray to God
See who He answers first
Blinded by lies
Calls of
”Freedom”
“Allah”
“Decency”

Tsk, tsk
What one feels in their heart
Determines what is right
So many lines drawn
Each side willing to die
Freedom of religion
No freedom of mine

Beauty
In the mind’s eye
Life through our own prism
Tells us we are right
Guides by voices
Somewhere in the night

Ah, but I have spent a lifetime
Others not willing to listen to my song
Laugh in contempt
Tell me reasons I am wrong
For me, an island
Left alone to play

Pickup your gun
Bring your God
Bring your bomb
Meet me at the finish line
You’ll see what you have done

Dance my children
Go to play
I hear black
Satan will say
Choose who is right
None of it matters anymore
Breath your last breath
I’ve opened Hell’s Door
For here all of you will stay
In flames, you will perish tonight.

Painting by Hugh Syme

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Open No More

All through my life

Reached out my hand

Bared my soul

Only to be told

It made me less of a man.

 

Insecurity

Lack of self control

Deflection

My penance

Fury you couldn’t command.

 

Don’t reach for my hand

Just like the door

What was once open

No more

Time to take a stand.

 

Red balloon

We all float down here

Time to face your fears

Got exactly what you wanted

Ah, sweet irony – isn’t life grand?

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Civil War II

A nation on the reset

After a historic run

Political spectrum – sided

Divides us

Citizens take to the streets

Outbursts and riots

In question…

President-elect integrity

Brother will attack brother

Fervor and anger and intensity

Bang – Shots fired

Verbal jabs

Brutal atrocities

One left to wonder

Battling over lack of integrity

Without integrity

Leads to where?

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Line in the Sand

beach

They asked me to draw the line in the sand. I refused. I told them the entire beach was mine. Lines were made to be crossed and boundaries to be torn down. I’m limited by only my fears, insecurities, and imagination. Waves wash lines in the sand away. Moot words create wasted actions and wasted actions are idle time.

 

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