Karma is a complex of your nature and nurture
That load acquired through aeons of incarcerations
What you inherited over generations of ancestors
How the environment exposes you and builds you
Your true response to life is from that complexity
Categories:
incarcerations, analogy, character, identity, image,
Form: Free verse
Death,
So misunderstood,
So misjudged,
It’s a final rest to all chaos,
It’s a backdoor to a final escape.
Death,
It’s got kind of a peaceful sound to it,
A way to leave all of the hectic incarcerations of life behind you,
No one really knows what lies beyond when you close your eyes for the last time,
But it can’t be worse than being taken away from everything you know and love.
Death,
I imagine it’s completely black,
No more thoughts to pain you,
No more people thinking you’re a complete failure,
No more pain,
No more hurt,
No more.
Just complete relaxation.
Death,
Kind of scary to think about at first,
But when you start to think,
I mean really think about putting the cold barrel of the gun to your fevered temple,
And slowly squeezing the trigger to allow you to fall into eternal slumber,
You get kind of a blissful calm feeling.
Death,
It always helps to know I have an escape,
A way to leave the living and move on to be with the dead,
A way to stop all the judgments,
A way to let go of all responsibilities forever,
Or maybe just a way to finally be happy,
Death,
It just sounds so… nice.
,Andrew Greening
Categories:
incarcerations, death, suicide,
Form: ABC
I used to look at Gods greatest creations
Attempting to acquire creative inspirations
Now blinded by divided nations
Murders by premeditation
Apparent addictions to multiple incarcerations
Wanting fruits of a labor with no perspiration
I cry out for a divine confirmation
A universal realisation leading to salvation
Our minds constantly on the adversarys itinerary
Putting first what should be secondary
Bringing to light what should be buried
Needing separation but to pain still married
If I could polish the varnish of our soul
It would leave my cloth black as coal
Categories:
incarcerations, fear, life, people,
Form: Free verse