My Words Are Not Weapons

Where have you gone My haven My shield In times of chaos Confusion When every decision Ends with my world torn apart Bridges burning The smoke signals returning no echos You have always been my constant companion Making my welcome pain Into shimmering mist A mirage of beauty When all backs are turned Against me You embrace me with your fluid grace I felt its void As my body’s unchecked fall through space Forcefully met pavement The night sky is illuminated with artificial lights Blinding me with their matching promises But it’s my own deceit that Has me lying on this floor that Smells like cat piss This whole city stinks The smell of broken dreams and diarrhea Permeates every cell of this Pulsing city of vice I feel your banishment ending As the eight of swords loosens its grip of my tongue And fear loses its stranglehold With joyous rapture I relinquish this Debilitating grief that had refused to be ausaged I will not seek your shelter My paladin of light We will be neither master nor slave Though I know first hand the double edge you wield Do you not thinks it’s time To use your mighty power to comfort And convey the beauty of diversity To educate not lecture To guide not demand To set free instead of imprison To explore the endless possibilities And redefine what it means to be human