It’s Irrelevant
Breathe…needing me is eminent…
Your emotional fragility is becoming evident.
One hit will alleviate. Two can carry you through.
Three or more your soul and semblance will feel anew.
Whether the effects are permanent is irrelevant to you and me,
Our desires entwine, the need to be free.
You concern me deeply. Your light grows dim.
Living most of your life striving to sink yet not swim.
Pitty and shame you’ve got such a nice heart,
lacking being the right “type”, this world’s torn it apart.
Pitty and shame.. you’ve got such a warm soul..
The weight of being human has taken its toll..
Never the right gender..the right color.. the right origin or race.
Never the right clothes..the right fashion..the right poise or grace.
You either talk too little..or you talk too much…
You should try being more like such and such…
Either obnoxiously holy…or repulsively riddled with sin…
Not realizing they’re the real wolves dressed in sheepskin.
Crippling is our desire ..the need belong,
you in this world…me in your lungs…
You’ll be cast out and shunned by all except me,
my existence will thrive through your necessity.
All this being said, do not wait. Let’s begin.
Breathe….Hold me in…. I am your medicine.
The Art Of Empathy
Forgive me if you find these words written in vain,
the world seems disinterested in moral gain.
Admirable virtues corrode and fade, what once esteemed decent, now easily swayed.
The unfortunate by-product of unbridled tongues,
fueled by hearts keeping pace to sinister drums.
Tainting the kindness instilled since my youth,
Self-centered gain the new norm and truth.
Lives painfully enfeebled through bias disdain,
through violence exhibiting heartache and pain.
Attempting to break me? May I ask who broke you?
Were there none to sympathize and help pull you through?
Were there none to invest in your love, hopes, or dreams?
Compassion towards you could have been the vaccine.
To that end, I will quell what most humans feed,
the twisted satisfaction from watching you bleed.
Though perilous is the notion, I will open my soul.
I’ll embody your needs absorbing you whole.
Hopefully, once you and I become one,
We’ll gracefully bloom in the days to come.
Hopefully, once you and I coexist,
Empathy and grace will forever persist.
The Reset Of 84’?
We’ve cracked the Code.
At least that‘s what we believed.
The power to change the world through ages conceived.
Moving through tenses, like a divine art form.
Dissecting timeline malignancies in the hopes of reform.
To that end, 1984 is where I am now found.
Where tragedy, discovery and futility
compound.
With my trusted Android I now must dive deep,
on what of this age is worthy to keep.
Toxic fumes in Maysfield kill a total of six,
Raiders 38-9 has fans transfixed.
‘Karma Chameleon’ hits US boards number one,
Two killed, twelve injured by Tyrone Mitchell’s gun.
‘When Doves Cry’, was a thrill to all ages,
Nasa mission STS-41-D on newspaper pages.
Nightmare on Elm Street plaguing our dreams,
Jay Mathews and the FBI in a shootout scene.
Orwell’s cries ultimately fall on deaf ears,
like the bullet to the smoking gun, I am now here.
I am part of a We that believes you shouldn’t exist.
Humanity is an ignorance that produces no bliss.
After a year I report, what then shall I say?
Let us depart to the stars and let this planet decay?
Or shall I be cruel, and propose the Reset Of 84’?
Preserving “precious memories” as poet once said “Nevermore”?
Heavy is my head as if I now wear the crown.
To think, how choices can whittle a planet down.