Composite
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.
The End of The World
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.
Wearing Your Skin
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.
We Are One
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.
Your Saviors, Sing Their Song
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.
Prophetic Bitch Slap
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.
Because I am human
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.
Racism
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
bittersweet distant past
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
Bloodthirsty
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.