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[darkest-of-poets]

Whispers to the sky

As I look up to the sky, It’s blue hue mixing with pinks and periwinkles I realize that this infinite ocean above us Has remained stationary. Its gentle gaze forever pondering above Our people’s heads. Every innocent demon and sinful angel Has looked up to the sky and whispered their secrets.

People still cry over the burning of The Library of Alexandria. The thoughts and wonders of the world gone, Turned to ash and dust. But I believe the true library is in the sky For when you cry, when you laugh, When you whisper “I love you” It all floats up, like ash and dust in the wind.

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I wonder-

We hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal.

As I learn the stories of the men that wrote that paper or the men it was written for,

I wonder.

I wonder what else they could have etched on that paper.

I wonder if they truly believed that they were the ones that created.

When in reality, all they created was on the skull and backs of the people they whipped to plant the seeds of the trees meant to build buildings that they were never meant to step a single boot in.

They tell us white lies about the black and white of their own twisted minds. They scroll on their parchment about the amazing new country they got to build.

When the American children sit down at their desks and pull out their own pens and paper to read and learn about those they wish to become they are not taught about the men and women who built the symbols of the country they stand in now.

We do not learn the terms.

We do not learn about Pattyrollers or why those who escaped bondage were given the title of Maroon.

We are not told of those who helped their fellow Americans cross rivers and boarders just to get to another place that they hoped was at least a little bit better.

But now, almost 250 years later we stand in a Nation that turns a blind eye to those men and women who are still building our symbols, fighting our wars and dying because they dared to walk down the street holding a phone.

When are we going to decide that this nation that we are told is going to be given to us shouldn’t be given but rather already passed down. We look at these men, balding in suits, their minds already half gone and we have debates over which one is more sane.

10,9,8,7,6,5, for we are heading into liftoff into a era generations from now are going to wonder why we stood in our places, holding our hands over our hearts, reciting an anthem that has no meaning anymore.

Our children’s children’s children, and their children after that are not going to sit in classrooms thinking about the accomplishments we make today but rather the things we stood by watching and did nothing about.

At least that is the hope I hold in my heart.

For if the last 250 years of this “great” nation are any amount of evidence there is going to be nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing that even Ares would be proud of, for he believes in fighting for our differences, fighting those we believe have wronged us. But instead we put them on pedestals and allow them to dictate our country.

From rocket pops to fireworks, we are told on the anniversary of our independence from a country we are worse than now, that gunpowder and fire is the only thing that we should hold in our hearts.

So I wonder;

How long it may take for school grounds and cemeteries to become synonyms.

How long we are going to allow the rotten roots of our government to grow and fester and pollute countless others.

How long we are going to hire policemen, lawyers, teachers and doctors from the lists of people we have required to knock on the doors of every neighbor they have.

I may only have walked this Earth for less than two decades but I wonder if I have learned more about the spirits of our broken, forgotten world than those tasked to protect it.

But I can only wonder.

-Darkest of Poets

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Jade and Hazel-

Hazel eyes so fair

you hold me in

it takes my air.

Thoughts of yours

seem to overwhelm

and I can’t seem to stem

from that fairytale.

Locks of Chocolate

but for what?

The miles between us

hold you, doors shut.

By the river or lake

I dream with you.

making my heart ache.

But even the Tower of Babel

could take you from me,

No fabel

No fates three

For we walk parallel

with Orpheus and Eurydice

But hear no bells.

Hear you’re well now,

You hold your head high.

My only wish is

for god to allow us

to gaze at the stars

and play cards.

But he does not hear,

and you are nowhere near.

I miss the Hazel,

that would stare into my jade.

I miss your council

and how it made me feel unafraid.

but most of all

I miss your mind

and how you never made me blind.

-Darkest of poets

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Lilith & Eve-

Lilith is blamed,

She’s told she opened her thighs

And showed the world her blackened eyes.

But what about Adam?

The man with so much pride

He never believed maybe it was God who lied.

It didn’t take long for Eve to come around,

Her face never soiled by a frown.

She was crafted from her lover’s bone,

And was told never to groan.

But what the story never tells you

Is that Adam’s first wife

Was no stranger to the taboo.

The first woman, the first sinner

Did more than to fall for the serpents vigor.

When Adam was away,

The girls went out to play.

Now when you visit hell

Make sure to stop by where they dwell.

The apple pie is to die for

Just make sure the didn’t lock the door.

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She’s so cold-

Like the newly fallen snow,

Like the careful eye of the crow.

Like the December Winds,

Like the darkest of minds.

Don’t be fooled

As she’s so cold

So run and hide,

And do it fast

The time is up

The die is cast

Like the frozen lake,

Like the tongue of the snake.

Like a moonless night,

Like a wolf’s deadly bite.

Don’t be fooled,

For she’s so cold

-Darkest of Poets

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Mask-

I can’t hold myself accountable

For the suffering I’ve shared in.

I hold myself on a pedestal;

A kinder face of candor.

Except that honesty,

The one I wear as a mask

Hides the thoughts that always seem to last.

I hold my own cards so close to my chest

That even I can’t see.

This mask I wear

The one of perfect poise

Sometimes even lifts me.

So don’t be fooled by this

Calm collected person

Because sometimes it even scares me too,

The emptiness I see

Staring right back at me.

-Darkest of Poets.