I am raw
A red and bloody stake upon your table
Meat and fat
I’m hard to swallow
Too real
Not dead yet
Almost twitching still as you stab at me with fork and knife.
Eat me, go ahead and cut me up!
We’ll see who stays alive and which one dies.
Month: May 2015
Dumb
Although my words aren’t strong
I stutter and am dumb
I will speak
I am like a babe learning new words—a language
I hear a mix of sounds and try to make out meaning
One day I will rise and no longer be inhibited
Not a minor of words
But a speaker of truths
Because every eye can see
But not everyone can say
We are worthy
I want to be strong
To lead and be at the forefront—A1!
I want to be
To exist to live
To thrive and excel
I want to be better
People of the past have suffered and died
What lessons have I gained, what have I learned?
What will I push forward and pass on?
This life is a mystery and a war I will not see the end of
But I fight my battles and hope that I alone am not the victor
I care not for my life or yours
I care for ours together as one
We move forward and live
In silence in secret from each other we hide
But we are one and the same
Slight variances do not overthrow
the reality that we are brethren, twins at the soul
And everyone of yearns and loves
Cries and laughs
We all strive for the same enlightenment and overall bliss
So lets gather our army and take the world by storm
We have but one shot at making the mark that others have left
Forefathers showed us now lets make them proud
And live lives that are worthy of the miracle of life.
our time
Who speaks for us
Who is our leader
Who is our voice
How will our times
Be represented
What will our image be
What lasting words
will be remembered
what stories told, retold
What will we stand for
How will we shine
And be forever placed
Among the stars that form
Our past and future world
SHHH!–The Muse
I wish I could express myself and sing a beautiful song,
I want to sing to say out loud the words I feel in my soul
But yet alas no more may come and ‘stead I’ll be empty inside.
Yearning for more, wanting what’s there but grasping only at straws.
Like sand held tightly in a hand
The harder I try the quicker it stops
It disappears and wont come near
The heart that wants to be dear.
Anxiety
Im not sure why I hide from the world
But I feels like it is attacking me.
Every act of love turns into hurt
And I cringe as I feel you call out my name.
Why am I afraid?
There is nothing there but you and me.
But you judge me
Every word
We both know it
And it burns.
So I’d rather stay away and live freely
Than be around you and be a slave
To your contempt.
The Poet
Rushed for perfection
No sin just affection
The poet he strives
Never reaching his goal
Empty wretch
This life of mine
No peace of mind
