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Safehaven
I found a story written in the rocks On the shoreline, it spoke with aplumb Though, numb it felt from the beating of high winds Flocks of sea gulls gaffaw at my being Sulking and seeing stories written in rocks
High tide came as the moon adjusted itself Ebb tide dares an escapade of awe and stealth Frosty weather i dawn my maroon leather jacket A snowy dreamland laid upon trees in the distance WINTER SOLSTICE
The sojourner on the shore’s grating sand Animal life dead, I am a mourner grand Recent oil spills and plastic throw away So i plead to She who turns night to day to Turn back time To before the colonists, before santa maria sailed with wist So this land can omit its splendor Without worry of the white mans needless exploitation
If a tree is cut down would anyone hear its cry or its families’ plea to take its murderer to court?
Mother Earth yearns for your forgiveness She knows mot of what she has done to deserve your brutality Her tears dripping down, down, down as if they are leaden bullets Abuse is a serious crime yet it is done everyday, her infrastructure crumbling You fiends know what you have done Oil spills and deforestation You corporations know what you have done I am done watching in despair You are the antagonist here
I travelled to the land of enchanted Mesas Where She practices here art on the Skies at Dusk Saguaro men blot the wasteland sipping the colors She uses to sustain their existence They live on in the unforgiving desert Clearly defining ignorance is bliss
Sun Stained, Soaked light, glass paned, Mosaics Deaf, mono-toned, left, X-chromosome, Mosaics Empty, Hourglass, tomb, stone, Archaics Dead men, Less life, full sin, my my, Archaics
Sick lics Hendrix All my heroes are dead Thorough Analysis, ‘David Thoreau All my heroes are dead Where ’s your brain Mr. Cobain All my heroes are dead
But She Lives On
Defining infinity, She my hy trinity, Her affability… Be mine, benign, nine Bee’s keep trees, flowers, and honey flowing Molasses, ask us, her, colder than Alaska, She, fur coat, fern, firm, her, food for a worm Epidermis in a furnace, burn notice, lotus Slow time 44th potus, eloped, aimed at, down scope, sloped, slumped, stomach pumped,
Whiskey Bourbon Suburban Lake Lurker Khaki/Tan
“Marco ran outta coke” “A narco out of supply What to do to get high?”
Solo project Recollect my neglect Of schoolwork Solemnly swear ring Ecclesiastical debacle Just a fling Justifying African children dying White men white washing//lying Truth defying “I can’t focus”
Aspire, for time is Dire Liar liar, government building on Fire I ate your words, cooked from the Anarchist cookbook Ignorant, i digest truth, expelling a dark hook lodged in the creed of Safehaven Reel it in fisherman a.k.a corruption Asinine assumption Assimilated in consumption A conjunction of ideas Clashing it out Gladiators in Garments Embroidered in their ideals The battlefield titled House of Representatives The overseer Lady liberty A lion let loose Ravishing the trist Pugilists Who are fixed in Democracy Like dottle The wallow in sorrow Lady liberty grabs another bottle The drunken prostitute who Constitutes A destitute trademark Of freedom Ideosyncratic democratic plastic toy soldiers A.k.a the senate Flair for the dramatic Poppin’ bills like a semi-automatic Fanatics a.k.a sporadic addicts a.k.a President Unprecedented’s Cabinet
Break. Take a deep breath. Ok.
Fellow friends forced by birth to dawn the title American a.k.a Safehavenites Take to the street at night fight for what you believe in, don’t let anyone demean you like President Unprecedented a.k.a Donald Trump has So stand up Riot Try it, government, defy it Testify for the sake of truth
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Worne
A depression in my mind These trying times i find Want and woe comparable Stable i am not, thoroughly sad ideas i thought Caught amidst the perilous seas Drowning my sorrow The reaper seizing all i once sowed Oh oak tree in the yard's back yonder Can you support my weight i ponder Can you be the beholder of this rope Taking my life my breathe it gropes Countless hours all begone My life begotten The drug addict oh so rotten The homewrecker trotting towards The freezing embrace of deaths bony hands Warding off the dilapidated body And ruthlessly gripping my energy Guiding me towards the once unknown I ask him solemnly to let it be known I have reaped what i have sown
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The Day of my Death
When the day of my death hobbles cautiously along My heart n breath no longer keeping a beat to life's song Run away, run away from the pain of today Stay away, stay away from the stains of the sun's ray Crimson liquids leaking from my creaky pipes My mind muster's obscene thoughts of "Inking squids and metaphors drunken fibs and dirty floors" No better testament to the test of life and sentiment Than my feet getting stuck in slowly drying cement
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