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If Words Could Kill

If Words Could Kill.
D.R. Factor

If I wrote poetry. Would you notice me?
Or am I just a casualty of a cruel society?
Would you laugh at me? 
Make fun of me? 
Exposed my vulnerability
To the whole community.

If I took the time to write a song
Would you sing along?
Or would you make believe
You don't remember me?
Or the part of me
That broken heart in me
That creates the artistry
Out of the insanity.

If I showed any kind of humanity.
Would you banish me?
Riddle me with profanity?
Would you discriminate, or intimidate? 
World forbid we assimilate.  

What will it take to bend your will?
It takes more courage to love
Than strength to kill 
Would you reveal the secrets that scars conceal
If a bleeding heart had a chance to heal?

A man shot John Lennon in the back
When all he asked was give peace a chance.
And they killed Dr. Martin Luther King
When he dared to put faith in a Dream.
And what of the son of man, Jesus Christ.
Do you remember why they took his life?

Tell me what's so threatening about love and peace,
Or hopes and dreams of equality, 
Or forgiving those who have done wrong to me,
So mankind might live in harmony?

When life could depend on a single word 
Between what you said and what they heard
Would you share your thoughts on how you feel? 
Would you express yourself on what was real?
Would you tell the world what it needs to heal?
If words you spoke could get you killed?

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Cynicism With a Capital Sin

Cynicism with a Capital Sin.
Nothing breaking in the news today just reruns of another school shooting and gay/gun rights.
Black lives matter but Death knows no prejudice.
Gun control? I thought it was people who killed people. 
Murder has become some sort of fad every one wants a pair. 
And as always I am out of style.

I never thought I'd see the day when the world would fiend for hope like it was dope. "Hey Man, you know where I can score some positivity?"

I was even incarcerated for not committing a crime.
Kindness: If found guilty. 1 year plus fines and court cost.
Helpfulness: 25 to life.
Humanity: Punishable by death.

This man killed a classroom full of kids. Where's police brutality when you need it?

It's funny how advanced we are in our primitivity.
Yes you can buy a scope with the crucifixion of Christ as your cross hairs.
One day tragedy will be so common that happiness will make the headlines.
It's so subtle that you'll never notice the world is spinning backwards.

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Downward Spiral

I was falling from the edge of heaven.
In my downward spiral I saw others in the same free fall.
We reached out to one another,
but your loved ones caught you and ripped you from my grasp.
I wasn't trying to take you with me.
I just wanted you to know that you didn't have to crash alone.

Love failed to catch me.
I plunged through their hugs and prayers.
Falling through the branches of my family tree.
Bouncing of the stoned cliff walls.
It didn't break my fall.
It just broke your heart,
and sent me spiraling out of control.

You threw me a life line to sobriety,
I was entangled and nearly hung myself,
but the rope broke from the weight of the world,
and I fell even faster.
Falling with nothing to hold on to.
Even hope slipped through my fingers.

I plunged through the earth, and crashed straight into hell.
The impact shattered my soul and skattered my bones,
and left the angels in my life picking up the pieces.

All that remain are the fragments of who I use to be,
the sharp shards of rose petals, 
and the shrapnel of memories,
that could never fill the hole I left in your heart.

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Every Man For Mankind

Strung out on stress.
O.D. on bliss.
Hungover from whine.

Even the gorilla breathing down my neck has a monkey on it's back.

Money is so tight, the Jones are jonesin'.
Times are so tough the stock market asked if it could krash on my couch.

Warfare to welfare to farewell to fair-weathered friends.
Handouts to bailouts.
Secured, locked in to..."Security!" locked out.

From raising children in the land of milk and honey,
to "Honey there's no milk for the children."

Preserve a dollar, close a school.
It's not like the future depends on the youth.
Preserve an idea, close a mind.
It's not like the youth depends on a future.

My point...is not to point.
My solutions is to SHARE.

Share the blame.
Share the guilt.
Share the hope.
Share the wealth.
Share what you have.
Share what you don't.
Haven't you noticed?
We're all in this together.

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Picking Petals

Picking Petals
D.R. Factor

She's sits on the edge of twlight caught in a tranquil thought.
Her reflection rippled by falling petals of loves me and love me nots.
She seems too delicate to touch.
Like a soft pastel scene or butterfly wings.
She's a dream that would burst into stardust.

So I gaze at her and the distance.
Comparing her beauty to the sunset.
Realizing they complimented one another.
Each as stunning as the other.

And I wonder how it feels to be loved by this girl.
To be the man she picks petals for...
No....If it was me this moment wouldn't be left to roses and chance.
I would love her the way God loves the world.

She picks up her basket filled with an array of corollas,
and passes in front of me, wiping her tears behind a smile.
The breeze carries the fragrance of her hair, a slight hint of her perfume,
and blends them with the aroma of flowers she's gathered to enlighten her mood.

I watched her and the day disappear with the sun,
and felt the night grow cold and black,
as if it was the soul of the man who broke her heart.

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The Bottle, the Bible, and the Broken Heart

If you had to choose a way, to make it through the worst of days,
would you pick up the bottle or turn to your faith?
It all depends on whats ailing you, life or death or just the blues,
to each his own relief for the pain he goes through.
It's going to take time to get over you. 

You can pick up the bottle, you can pick up the Bible,
you can pick up where you last left off.
You can pick up a gun, even pick up and run,
but I bet you, you'll still fall apart.
Only time can heal a broken heart.

I've down a bottle every drop. I hit my knees and I prayed to God.
But nothing seem to mend these broken parts.
And I was lucky to love again,
but she saw through me paper thin.
and she often wondered when the hurting would stop.
but only time can heal a mourning heart.

You can pick up the bottle, you can pick up the Bible,
you can pick up where you last left off.
You can pick up a gun,
even pick up and run,
but I bet you, you'll still fall apart.
'cause only time can heal a broken heart.

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The Awaken State of Dreaming

The cold stills the darkness of night.
The silence is fragile as thin ice.
A steady pulse slows its rhythm.
Breathing is light as air.

Use your mind to escape your body.
Wander in wonder at the endless possibilities.
The edge of forever is as close as a loved one.
The hands of time covers his eyes.

Here, there is no judgement. Laws do not exist.
There are no confinments, rules, or absolutes.
Freedom is your only moral.
Indecisiveness is your only restraint.

You can walk if you wish, but I rather fly,
and touch the stained glass prism of a kalidascope sky.
You can speak if you want,
but I like to sing in time with the mood that harmony brings.

Stand still if you can, but I want to dance.
In step with the rythmn of love and romance,
and sun on the shore of the Ocean Galore',
just follow your mind if you want to see more.

Like the lips of the horizon that kisses the sun,
or gathering the stars until they are one.
Then throw them towards heaven and see which ones fall.
Or refill then moon until brother wolf calls.

Then hunt with the pack in camoflage black,
or swoop down like the Eagles on the attack.
Feel the thrill of the chase, the wind in your face,
then disappear into thin air without a trace.

But someone is callin, you feel yourself fallin'.
You' re wanting to stay, but you're drifting away.
A kiss on your face, "Are you awake? 
You better get up or you're gonna be late."

You lay still for a moment and breath deep.
Your pulse quickens to catch up with the day.
The darkness fades into light.
The sun subdues your subconscious 
as time's hands drag you from your dreams.

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The Sacreligious, Blasphimist, Heart of a Salvation Seeking Sinner

Pardon me Pastor, if I don't wish to meet your flock of strangers.
Normally they wouldn't meet with a person as strange as me.
Forgive me Father, but I'm not here to help you spoon feed the children of Africa.
I can barely feed my own children, let alone myself.
Sorry all Ye Saints, but I can't help you rebuild Haiti.
While the Temple of my own soul crumbles,
and the foundation that is my faith caves in.
I don't give a damn to hear about your good deeds.
As if you were praying in public like the Pharisees.
And I'm not here to save or change the world.
When I can't seem to change to save myself.
So here's my half 'a dollar your Holiness,
it's not compassion, or my heart, but it's more than I have to give.
This is my Revelation Reverend.
I need to hear the word of God.
And if I can't walk into Heaven with my head held high,
because of the differances I didn't make in so many lives.
Then I guess I'll just have to crawl.

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On the Rocks

Sober, I can feel again.

A hurricane of emotions crash against my shores.

Pain, so real again.

I can't stop the rain from fallin'.

Eye's wide open, blood flowing again.

No substance to stop the flooding.

Prayers, God forgive my sins.

Wondering if he still listens.

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Erractic Heart

My heart bears the deepest scars.
It's been broken into many pieces by different people.
Some of the wounds refuse to heal.
Yet it still yearns to love.
 
My heart is slightly enlarged.
It tilts to the left,
and murmurs when it speaks.
It seeps blood from a leaky valve.
yet it finds the strength to beat.

My heart is filled with happiness.
My mother's blood flows through my arteries,
and runs rampant through my childrens veins.
One day my erratic heart beat will cease,
but its rythmn will live on forever.