Healthy Decadence We carry the sins of those who do not look within and see how the tall tale they spin begins the decay of the soul of a people. How they piss on Justice, practicing marksmen who target the dreams of the youth. Bloated with self-importance we feed the monster they have become. Here is no place for progress, in stagnat suffocating sargasso we sink slowly while our potential lay defeated over-powered by Life's meaninglessness. With vigor we thrive in circles, unendingly, and tremble at how far we have receded under the thumb of progress. Their progress
Tag: caribbean poetry
Still Running
Still Running Still running even when I fall and have to crawl. Still running even when the bullies stand tall and try to overshadow me. Still running though fear trips me along the way. Still running even when I'm out of breath. Still running can't stop because to stop is death.
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me? Hello! I am calling. Do you hear me? Can you see me? Do you know me? Look, I sat here mute, immobile, kneeling under your weight. Did that endear me to you? Look, I let you step all over me let you crush my spirit to dust. Still you don't see me? Do you hear me? I keep calling out to you. Should I sit here in my dispair? Please someone, anyone, make my way clear!
Pain
Pain I feel the death of a piece of me at every regret. Each breath squeezes tthrough the hole left in my heart from each false start I have made. Disappointment, consumes me, reels me in into the decay of grief of loss of time and love. clawing at me bending me to break... "Everything happens for a reason". Even the pain? It last longer than the seasons leaving a lasting stain. Nothing is ever your fault if you say it with your whole chest it will leave you in distress, because you mutliple your pain, leaving you drained with nothing to gain.
Full Truth
Full Truth You must take root in the truth of you. Your wisdom in not in your tooth every decay begins with falsehood longer than the legacy you dreamed in infancy. Grow into you out of your cocoon out of the larvae of doom a moth to a flame liberatio! Beautiful brown butterfly soar leave the ashes behind and reclaim your time.
Together?
Together? Apart Together Apart Together... Nothing left to do it's all on you but will we stay true to the dream we both pursue? Apart there is no center where we can both enter on a common stage. On either side we stand with outstreched hands becoming an island that gets love from no one. Together can it be? can we build a bridge so he she thm and none can be we? Too late to be self-sufficent life proves our incompetence and laughs us into impotence. Apart? Together?
Social Experiment
Social Experiment Step right in and take a seat. Look around and be scared. Nothing is as it seems and never will but now you can see a real crime scene. You thought you were free? Yes indeed! But it seems you are not? You thought your cause was right and you fought with all your might until they removed the screen of deceit. But then they brought you out the puppeteer and your realised... you were not the ventriloquist.
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