Such is the fate of innocence and idolatry
When confronted with the amalgam of half-truths,
that float to you in the night,
glowing like fireflies, trapped inside glass tubes,
blinding you to what lies behind the glass,
Why don’t your eyes perceive,
instead of allowing punditry to paint your picture for you
what is wrong with your logic
has it failed?
has the engine inside the ministry of truth broken down?
do you choose to tie your shoes in the morning?
does your skin bruise, while you watch death, dead, and the mourning?
do you yield at railroad crossings,
sun-flavored warning lights, the only remaining signal,
attempting to warn you, that your fate is to become a carbon- buttermilk pancake with type-o platelette syrup
Who ruined your membranes, and sabotaged your neurons,
so that they may fail in times of need,
why do the soul-diseased dine in greed,
plates of dead skin, making yours pallor with pain
please open your heart, rip the stitches fighting your eyelids out from beneath subcuteanous layers,
but be careful,
nothing is more volatile, than a loaded gun, hollow tip in the chamber,
or knowing your life is a constructed farce,
lamenting, led astray into the burning fields and fences
memories rain upon a tin roof so gentle at first almost soothing but as night hours linger dark clouds begin to gather and the rain pours down harder than when they were not memories somehow returning pain is stronger than its first moments were we not taught that time heals all but apparently not the […]
non random acts of violence are framed by the government as the exception to policy such unconstitutional behavior would of course not be tolerated by the senate but in this instance for national security reasons all semblance of humanity and logic had to be eliminated and although national security is currently at flood stage or […]
as i left an outdoor concert i saw the brown bag prophet looking very pensive he said i was thinking that other nations should follow israel’s lead and name something after the president based upon what he’s contributed but do you think there’ll be a lot of confusion if so many graveyards have the same […]
this sad place without relief is home each confinement cell has been carefully designed to imprison dreams we have all been ushered here like repulsive rats corralled into an inequity maze from geopolitical borders borders near america australia israel greece and a host of other nations each with its own brand of human humiliation humiliation […]
The sun….so bright… I walk towards the figure that stands by the cliff. The sound of the ocean beating against the rocks like a humming bird kissing the sweetest flower. I come close to her and she leans her back against my chest. My hands grace her neck as she feels my heart beat. My […]
long black hair, dimples when she smiled, sitting in the train watching the grass go by, the red brick house with an apple tree, looking at the children running under its leaves, ohh how wonderful…the girl in my dream. By Muhammad Shoaib Ali. (I really had this dream).
Tattered, beaten, broken & raped The things about my life that no one hates I look to salvage all my mistakes Maybe something good comes from my haste The straight long shackle hangs down my waist Consumed by my lust, fulfill my taste Emptiness falls like a brick on my face I look inside and […]
A place where tall buildings overshadow narrow streets and bright lights reflect off crystallized buildings to dazzle our humanity, a place bright enough to shine over our barefaced rulers and business men who take pride on their paper, the paper they have cheated so hard to earn. Liars and thieves are respected and innocence has […]
Calling me at home The life that you want to live And as the story goes We are growing dead and cold Id like to say I do But ill never ever love you You hold me in your arms But I don’t feel the same Id like to take the blame But its not […]