Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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The prickle of his lips electric
His imminence as he comes in the room
I never knew
The safety of his arms around me
This thumb against my cheek
Why is there no justice?
Why is there no justice?
I don’t see it
Do you?
If he did it the system he was forced to live in for almost two decades created a murderer
That’s the title isn’t it?
Well who did it?
Was it the people who put him in a cage for eighteen years just to say
Oops sorry we made
A mistake
Forgive us?
Where is the justice?
If it happened
They made it
You sit with me quiet
Listen to the rain
Leaning against the edge
Standing before the frame
I heard you coming
One
Justice
Two
My ears are ringing
Three
Jupiter
So shot through the heart
And then a whisper
I wish the truth was so easy
That humans aren’t capable
Aren’t probable
Wouldn’t do it
Recent history begs to differ
Ancient history begs us to stop
There’s something wrong with it
There has to be
Watch the conveyor belt of society
You’re good?
You’re well?
You’re able?
You’re “normal?”
Continue on the belt forward and if you stay in your lane one way one way
Fingers on my neck
Are you sick are you sad are you broken are you depressed are you not able do you follow follow along and stay still?
Are you too smart? Too dumb? Too real?
Well then, please, step off if you will
Funneled into jail cells and poverty and not living so well funneled into failure into desperation and struggle and fear
There is no solace
For those people here
Not eugenics
Not exposure
My god they’re getting older
The children
When we finally kick them
Into the inferno
He forgives me
He’s always less forgiving of the other
My brother
And he doesn’t speak to him.
They can’t be in the same place.
But it’s a secret
I love you
I’m tired
I’m frustrated
I’m sore
I don’t want him to ignore me for one day more and my gods my head is so full of so much
It’s so broken
I hate it
It really is enough.
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Well I’ve got no reason and I don’t know why
I can’t get away from this hell
You say the words that come out from him
That’s how you tell
But you just don’t know me that well
Screaming
Well do you love?
Do you love?
From kindness to darkness
From hearted to heartless
Ever fore
Stuck in the pit here
Trying to breathe air
Ever torn
I just wanted to hold you
I just wanted to find home
I don’t know how I can live now
Ever wondering why
And
Do you love?
Do you love?
It’s all mixed up.
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Listening to birds
Swearing up a storm
Swearing birds
You’ll know it when you hear it
Chasing after one bird flying in circles
Once
Twice
I imagine
Steve, Steve! We didn’t let you have control of the flock so we could fly around in circles!
Up and down the tree
Swearing as a truck honks
They fall quiet and then start up again
And then tens of little black dots
Take to the sky
And find somewhere else
I hear them debating in the distance
Twittering
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Every day I fight against my body
To get out of bed
Weighed down by invisible ties
To the ground again
It aches I hurt I try to fight it
It fights back and I am so tired
I’m weary
You’re right
Of course you are
But I don’t know why it was his name and not yours
I sift through dreams
I pray for peace
Who would want to fight against their physical form every single day every single week?
I’m tired I cry
Trying to convince my stiff muscles
That it’s enough now I get it I won’t push to hard but
My head hurts my hands hurt
A chill creeps in
Fever goes up and down again
And I know I’m causing trouble for others but I can barely stand
And I’m sorry coming from the broken person about being broken
Almost never finds solace
In a world so unforgiving
Of defects
Defective
Return it to the shop
But this body is broken
And I’m trapped inside
My physical being from which I can never hide
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I’ll get on it I have been
The things I see
It’s all funny now
Everything in a way that no one understands
He’s mine too
But he’s his own storm waiting to boil over reach out
The whisper of war has quieted down
But who knows
Who knows
Nothing almost nothing is predetermined
It’s all the choices of some human
Some human somewhere
It can be hard to see
If I’m occupying Mars
Or if he’s occupying me
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I don’t know what to tell you
Do I seem stupid?
Then I’m doing it right.
You should hear the conversations the inside jokes things no one else will ever know.
I have to keep it inside myself or else someone will figure out
That I’m smart
And we can’t have that
All that crap he wrote about me being a savant
Like not quite or even close but I know I know I’m smarter than most
I end up pitying the fools
I can’t help it they can’t help it they were born that way
They didn’t choose their DNA
Just like I didn’t choose mine
Can’t blame them for being
Blame myself for being
Who needs me anyways?
Another half cocked smart ass who doesn’t have a place.
Stupid enough to not quite get that average would be below the rest but I thought they were smarter
I thought they were smarter
It’s sad to watch fools being treated like animals when they just don’t have anything to defend themselves with
Half-wits to represent against
Such a mess
Such a mess
What’s wrong with humanity?
I just don’t get it.
I could be me if they would stop shooting me with looks and sharp words or things that I didn’t do but
What can I do?
I sometimes just want to say
I’m smarter than you
But I know that’s not fair it’s like saying
I have hazel eyes and that makes me better
Some people can’t help it
Just like I can’t help stormy weather