One drop fell from an eye, and walls are still hurting
Maybe? History will outpour sympathy upon us
In this era, we journey with uncontrolled turmoil
Deteriorating, already sabotage faces, whipped with nightmares
Parading in our village, encroaching marriage bed of colorant village headmen
Swimming with bellies, anticipating our own fingers to massage them
Singing ‘can’t get enough’, budding in seconds territory of riches
Still, we stand tall for them
Like smiling citizens, admiring to fight for free
Truth? Even running water came to rebuke the abundance corruption in our warm village
It is something more, maybe of the depths? Maybe we lost it?
Blurred it out, foots in dusty rallies
Confusing thousands, with uncertain rhythms
Like shadows terrified through the picture
The new congress trial
jaw-dropping inquisition~
American style
if wise men contendeth with
foolish men there'd be unrest
Meathead Senator
apology's in your court~
Missouri's finest
we need not argue with fools
shuddering souls of your sort
In the land of hope
proud stead diligent resolve~
it's times like these that
our trust in tranquility
brings closer to his dissolve
The doors are closing
human being members only~
with soul and a heart
unbequeathed of bad deeds.
Evil's grip on its way out
Tribute gone viral
troubadour cradles guitar~
its times like these that
give power to the people
you're my Hero David Grohl
Power to the People Festival is a one-day music and activism event 10/3/ 2026
played like a fiddle
the tune does not match the song
broken melodies
I will offer my heart, so that it may be yours by the right.?
I will give you myself unto sacrifice, that you may live.
You may break my heart, that I might suffer while yet young.?
You may stab me with a knife, because you believe you know better—?
better than God, in whom all things are created;?
better than the devil himself, in whom things are destroyed;?
better than the world and all people unborn;?
better than angels, whose will is in God.
Better than my words—?for the deed of your will shall speak thee,?
and in that deed be revealed the evil within?of one who drives his knife into the innocent children.
ran dumb thought
about bought
lesee i let AI o u
tune my poems
and it's so true
entomb my tomes
now for guilt
wrapping quilt
or satisfaction or both
placate faction doth
i don't write know more
blank white boar
less than not
in ending this
game of rot
composting fbook
if you care to look
just don't kiss
any dyslexic
mix or be sic
sans which rye
on rub in put in pi
know where going
less point more thumb
all ready now showing
orange ain't knew dumb
can't get past
third weak
sans rubbing kash
praytell pay less
peter's pall
merrikka stall
must get this sin
don't kill venezuelan
since rus needs busy be
now that you crane
has no see
but blown apart brain
an wouldn't want sia
defend with weapon i ran
brics expect expand
wooden wont bee ya
all drunk
aslib progressive punk
hanging hard
on mccarthy card
ptsd owns petard
widow mite well discard
hope sans nope
smoke in dumpster
grand master
some kind disaster
bad star scopes afar
goin' comin' bummin'
be a bummer
drive beatle hummer
lessee AI o u
pay rent come spent
less point more hint
Hear my song of pain and despair
That Lead you to my shore
If you continue your journey
The ship will nearly wreck
Where past lovers have lost
Their fight in my war
No man has made it through
No stories have been told
Yet you cannot resist the sound
That echos in your mind
Makes you sleepless in the night
Many have tried and gave up the fight
Only Odysseus has athena on his side
A wise man he was to stray from the trail
For i am no less sad than sweet
Leaving the taste of bitter on your teeth
Be warned on your deathbed ill have you sleep
A forever was promised
But here i am alone to weep
My throne stands empty
Forever was just words
No wise man seeks
These are the tales of the wives
who do not speak
Who Are You?
You want to be heard,
But not by yourself.
Then again,
Your loudness becomes silence to my ears,
The words left meaningless.
And I wonder,
Do you think of what you say? Perhaps not,
For your voice speaks of its own intent.
Your voice is not your own,
Your mouth at the mercy of harmful words that no longer belong to you.
Neither, are your thoughts truly your own.
And they are left in mind,
Warping everything they come into contact with.
It seems you have surrendered,
Your body not at your control,
Your spirit connected only by fraying threads.
Even your emotions have gotten rid of their old master.
You are not you,
The you that has been before
Or the you that is now:
The madman of unbalance,
Of uncontrollable rage,
Of confusion.
F the police.
DEFUND the police.
Take their bullet proof vests,
And put a target on their chest,
So they can finally understand what it means to be defenceless,
Take their guns and their tasers,
So they can truly be powerless,
Let them understand their actions have consequences -
And we will never let them rest,
For every Black person a victim to their ‘arrest’,
Will get justice for their deaths,
F the police.
I will scream it with my chest,
F the police.
Until my last breath,
Revenge will be a dish we serve with no regrets
You swore an oath you don't
Acknowledge anymore-
And the neighborhoods are
The ones paying for your amnesia.
The oath you forgot still
Remembers you-
And it follows you like a
Shadow that refuses to lie.
You broke the oath before
You, ever spoke it-
And we're the one left living
In the fallout.
There was an oath once-
But somewhere between the
Badge and the power, you
Misplaced it.
Your oath didn't fail-
You did-
And the community carries
The bruises.
I remember the oath better
Than you do-
Because I've lived every
Conclusion of you forgetting it.
We see them drop the bombs, hear them boast of victory,
It's time to raise our voices, do not forget your history!
We see cities wreathed in flame, children choking in the haze,
We hear the bullets fall like rain, lives destroyed beneath cruel gaze.
"We are God's chosen!" I hear them cry, but can't forget the empty eyes,
The soulless laughter of evil deeds, when will humanity finally rise?
Soldiers laugh and mock the dying, while parents grieve a child lost,
If you have never suffered, how can you know the cost?
How can we bear to watch, but we cannot look away, For the cruelties of next year, began in steps today.
Cry for the sorrows of our brothers, for the blood that stains our hands,
Cry out for Justice here and now, across every nation's lands!
Do not protect the wealthy, make them stand before our courts!
They defy our laws and mock us, so let Justice run it's course!
It is time to take accounting, for what each of them has done!
Hold them all responsible, let them now face the gun!
Until every human is free, we are all of us enslaved!
Stanza 1
They say protect and serve like a promise carved
Flaw, but the streets has memories otherwise.
Stanza 2
I've watch protection skip neighborhoods
Like they were erased from the map,
Leaving mother's holding fear like breathe.
Stanza 3
Service shows up armed
Before it learns your name,
Turning questions into
Warnings.
Stanza 4
Safety becomes a privilege
Even when you do everything right,
Because suspicion wears a familiar face.
Stanza 5
Communities protection each other
With no badge and no sirens,
Just caution stitched from survival.
Stanza 6
So I ask again
With no bow in my voice,
Protection and serve who?
Gossip is junkfood-
Cheap talk dressed up like a
Meal,
Served by people who stay
And seasoning them
Hungry
For somebody else's
Downfall.
It hits quicks
Salty,
Messy,
Leaves the tongue filled
In things you can't swallow
Back
People snack on rumors
Like chips in a defective
Bowl,
Crunching half-truths
And seasoning them-
With their own self-doubt.
They pass around
Somebody's pain
Like hors d'oeuvres
At a party they weren't invited to.
But I spit fire now-
Clean fire,
Classy fire,
The kind that burns off
Nonsense
Without lowering itself
To their level.
I don't eat lies
I don't serve them.
I don't sit at tables
Where truth is elective.
Gossip is junkfood-
All flavor, no value,
All noise, no weight
Truth though...
Truth is a plated dish,
Made slow,
Made with hands
That know precisely
Who they 're feeding.
Now I see you,
Your true form unveiled.
A part of me,
Corrupted.
As old as I,
You were always there.
A growing sensation in me,
Awakened by my growing body.
You gave me no love,
Only lust and longing.
This I know now,
Before I was blind.
I've got you in my clutches now,
And though you struggle,
Clawing at me,
I know I can't let go.
It's for the best.
This pain is temporary,
Less than you've inflicted before,
I was just under your spell.
Soon this will pass,
And we may rest.
On the other side of suffering,
We will heal again, changed.
Expectations
By Dustin Branum
And when my angel betrayed me
It was my demons that saved me
While the devil enslaves me
Although you might think I'm crazy
It was Lord thou savior that played me
My own flesh and blood's degrading
I thought I was Destined but maybe
Lost soul, and the death of a baby
Dark, cold, and angry they made me
The ones that loved me now hate me
One gun one bullet one shovel they gave me
Six feet down in a hole they laid me
Their masquerade
By Dustin Branum
9/21/26
The things they say that is
They ain't
The things they say that was
They wasn't
The things they say is up
Is down
The things they say is right
Is wrong
The things they say was then
Is now
The things they say is now
Was then
The things they say we can't
We can
The things they say will end
Has just begun
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