Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • It may not be the same as what you do when you hope and pray

    Someone will save you

    Instead I take a breath and call the slithering wind

    Fill the vapour with the thoughts of the rains of a thousand years of tears

    And breathe out

    And hope it reaches before they get burnt out

    Mercury’s silence

    Rain

    Cloud

    Mist

    Watery

    And Windy.

    Because it’s all I can do.

    Just like you.

    Praying and hopeful

    I take a breath, do as I can, and then ask for aid.

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  • He thought standing in front of me would stop me

    He tried to tell me that the knife isn’t the way

    Songs about scissors and if it’s not playing someone will walk by and say

    Scissors

    Like the guy on the television made a reference to 300

    After I called the Spartans.

    Flying on the wings of a crow

    I pay them in goldfish crackers

    It seems I have a fair exchange

    I don’t owe the Spartans anything

    Certainly not the three hundred

    Though I admire their courage in a weird backwards

    You literally knew you were going to die and didn’t even really buy that much time but you went anyways good for you

    Because they were soldiers

    Who never stopped being soldiers

    War is suicide

    Mass double triple suicide

    Once it was how we shipped out the undesirable

    Oh yes it was

    Canon fodder, while the picked stayed home safe making plans in their tents

    But veiled in this cheap

    Short lived

    Unimportant

    Fundamentally inconsequential

    Massively minute

    National pride

    They die often, awfully, and in the slow and painful way.

    Who’s to say Canada will even be here in twelve years why would I fight for a country that doesn’t know what its own ideals are let alone who it is where it’s going and what it wants to do with its short fucking life.

    You say no, lalala, I love my country.

    South Korea

    Germany

    India

    Thailand

    “The middle East”

    Russia

    Hungary

    Austria

    England for fuck’s sake

    Canada if you expand the data range to two hundred years

    Countries don’t live

    Are you fucking insane?

    They die every day and are reborn again.

    It’s not the fucking country,

    It’s the people who live in it.

    Fighting for a country

    What is a country?

    Tell me what is it?

    You made everyone get one

    So we could all relive it.

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  • Forgotten

    I’m so used to it it doesn’t shock it’s just a full ache

    Forgotten

    Making plans but they fall through because I’m forgotten

    I told you I couldn’t trust anyone

    She’s kind but I don’t think I’ll ever have a friend again

    Because I’m always forgotten

    Out of sight

    Entirely out of mind

    I don’t know when I was cursed

    But I can’t break it by myself

    And everyone does this

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  • The irony of “Lest we Forget” digs into my skin like the knife with poisonous stingers inflicting a sting that never escapes

    And forget they did forget they did

    Rows upon rows of hundreds of thousands of lives lost for no reason

    No you see because when they got there they weren’t trying to save anyone

    The war was fought for backroom politics as usual

    Lest we Forget

    But they didn’t know to begin with

    Dying for oil

    Dying for the West’s disease

    Dying for killing someone who killed someone else

    State sanctioned mass murder

    State sanctioned mass suicide

    You want to protect the world from terror?

    What terror?

    You want to protect the world from communism?

    Are you certain a world power just didn’t see the end of its power and destroy anything it could?

    Lest we Forget

    The horrors of war

    And romanticise it and glorify it and demand it

    Oops

    They did it again.

    Rome?

    Sparta?

    Oh, sorry.

    They’re dead.

    Because they fought themselves to death

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  • How many times must the tears fall before the hearts become honest

    If only I could express my thoughts

    The hearts of those instead of the ears

    Afraid of the neverending night I pray to the far away stars

    Here we are spinning and moving along the circle of time searching for love

    Even in wanting to be stronger

    We stare at the far away sky

    And how am I to face you, what expression should I use?

    If your heart was able to reach its dreams

    Beyond the sadness there should be a heart that can accept happiness and sleep

    And if all the souls were able to find eternal peace

    The circle of time that we spin around

    We know something by living in the laughter and the tears

    Forced to continue walking forward to tomorrow

    If there was a place that was warm and so sweet

    The future they speak of

    Is shining as they do

    So shine

    And as we travel around in this instance of time

    We still search for love

    The stronger we become the more we stare at the sky

    And in this spinning whirling time we have come to know something

    That by laughter and tears

    There’s only the option to move forward.

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  • Because beyond the deep forest

    There should still be an answer hidden beneath the ground

    And in our exhaustion

    We disappear into the endless night

    Wandering eternally losing the things as we go, bit by bit

    Voices fading into the darkness

    Continuing on without realising the changing world or the blue of the sky

    If only the voices of the oceans and sky

    Could cause the moment to take flight

    No matter how far we go we continue believing and searching for the light

    Walking forward

    Without you

    And we of the things lost as we live on, losing more and more

    The lies that pile up

    And drown out our voices

    Even though we’re lost we keep going further forward

    Along this never ending road

    To eternity

    Stopped dead in the tracks

    Without a voice

    Living on

    For eternity.

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