lunes, 26 de febrero de 2024
Wounded Warriors
I found myself hiding from life
As an army of false narratives paved the way
I fervently clung to illusions and lies
Now, I quiet my steps, to hear the song of the birds.
slowing my pace, haunted by unforgotten words
Actions driven deep, sharp pains,
A venemous residue as society clutches ever so tightly
to the trauma of our past
We have all walked upon glass, as our Ancestors burials
were meant to erase injury without pardon
a complex world
and as we evaluate what now lies before us
Unforgiving
but in the deepest recess of our collective memory
we shall come to see that the very nature of humans
can also be, kind and nurturing
and so it must be, for this is
humanities gargantuan Last Stand.
domingo, 18 de febrero de 2024
"please try again"
they've hung up, long before the conversation has ended
conclusions drawn like curtains, hearing only what they believe was said
one sided worlds
waiting for their turn, to sprawl their garbaje over your lawn
yet this hardcore disconnection, was no fault of their own
long stretches of time
isolation hibernating within their soul
they had lost all notion of the eloquent endeavor
of appealing to exterior needs
shades drawn, lights dimmed
their very souls clung fast
to their safely constructed vision of reality
In spite of all yearning for human closeness,
twas that very nature,
that harboured a 20 foot high meticulous iron wall
mystery their shroud
embraced by the warmth,
of their well known comfort zone.
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