Is this?
Despair or am I holding on for more please hang on for all you can in the land where you brought with you
a plague a disease a sickness of the mind that buzzes like a hive that’s come to life and a
queen who needs rest but her workers are busy little bees buzzing and stinging and fanning with wings that
beat like they sing a hum a buzz while they’re busy making the honey while the queen’s making her
babies and colonies under daddies care perhaps it’s another one’s daddy one that was
spoiled so rotten they’ve all but
forgotten
not me not the despair in the air I taste today with a man who loves me more
than he should because I’m rotten just like my
early ancestors who were beaten down so bad they all but went
silent in the violence that greeted them in stares of fists so hard they were
bricks we laid the foundations of a nation that would be built with a love and a desire
to survive against all odds that’s why were
warm to the touch and sensitive to the pale skins who
abuse us, too, because they were too…
like a mind not a land mine we used to diffuse after times we used them to
remind you of just what we’re willing to do
to you too, and then bury them, in the groves we drove them to in droves under threats of
violence
we did and that’s the key except we perfected it the ways we
abuse and the violence we use in silence we still hold behold and reminisce of the
good old days before white bodies paved a way to pale bodies that
held so much, too much, for so long just how long it will be…
the worlds saddest song
if you let it, even if you
try to forgive and forget but they just won’t relent will they the ones who harbor it
that lead to a bomb an atomic one on
Hiroshima and the
silence in the screams of the photo that
should have shook the world awake perhaps it did awaken the beast that
lies not like that not in words they use to try to diffuse the minds that laid the
land mines once upon a time you were of sound mind still are my little stars my lights that shine
even if
you feel dead inside this is
despair I taste as they lay waste to my
mind that feels like a hive that’s come to life and I
cry and I want to say what I’m feeling but
some times it’s ok to just cry and hope
that one day, sooner than later they’ll wake up too and
do the right fucking thing for a change instead of continue to diffuse the minds with land mines that are now drones or
starvation of a nation that
turns profit for this life you find yourself wondering why oh why
Is this, what’s become
of me of us or
am I all alone and is this
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even real it’s so surreal it feels
unreal but here I am living it and
trying my best to be the type who says
cheer up, it gets better but
in fact it got worse, again, it gets better again and
This is a truth a fact that
history will tell and tell again it folds as it unfolds and folds it back up but in haste
and it’s a mess
Is what this is
A mess that only
you can bless
Part 2.
This is anger speaking and
I’m tired, too
You want more so do I so
try me on for, size
But, before I do let you let me ask one thing of you are you the type who are
what you eat? Are you a carnivore? a herbivore?
are you gluten intolerant who is silent on genocide or are you just
playing hard to get wet because it’s been so long since someone
went down on you because you’re
too good for that OH MY GOD what are you doing, can’t you see I’m stewing?
And, that’s not in the manual or any of the
porn I scorn I look away but my peripheral is better
than you think I can see I’m a little turned on by your
stupidity,
you’re so dumb and brave you’re bigger in
person online I wasn’t so sure, technology, who knew?
I’m so angry I could literally pay you to spit in
my face or a few other things perhaps who knows what you’re
willing to pay for oh behave yourself
don’t mind me while I do what I do
because I see through you and your act like you know it all
as your precious fucking kindgom falls
from his Grace he’s orange like a cornucopoia you’d love to
stuff in a garbage instead of give thanks and wipe your hands as you do toss it out
back without a second thought as it goes SWOOSH into the trash
where it belongs and this is anger and contained because I love
to behave
The raccoons are eating me, help! (I’m in the trash don’t forget)
Where I belong, come and get me
I love it when
you eat out, on me with me in me
what’s that your doing?
I’m so glad you’re
late
