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