He held not one sword.
Scattering crimson parchment-
encouraging love forsaken by
men with narrow hearts.
Weddings in the cradle of night.
Sweet songs are sung softly,
by few brave enough to witness,
holding candles. Ready to hush their glow
as soldiers scour the streets.
Hunting the steadfast will of love.
Devouring the flesh of those found with
steel and flame- Fed to starven Lions for
the amusement of the starving masses.
Oh, how easy it is to be tricked into thinking
you’re the Judge. That you are superior
when blood is being spilled, and you’ve
been given the idea that it’s at your behest.
Perhaps even, for your betterment.
But, all hearts weep when pierced.
And, all the tears are crimson.
No one was or has ever been truly above the other.
Without the magic that would make two become
one despite the knowledge that they could very
well, be doomed by their eternal pledge-
we are but, mortals.
Two souls, cosmically entwined. Truly superior.
Honest in its vast and incalculable grace.
Humanity’s transcendence.
I’d lose my head for that, on any day.
-James Kelley 2019
Categories:
starven, dedication, deep, history, life,
Form: Free verse
i see myself in you and its kinda strange
coz thats the only time i love myself when im in dire straits
ya see i have this diesease sometimes i lie awake
and wonder why im a piece of **** with all of my mistakes
but one day i'll change it i'll make it and flip this
until that day im making a difference making
a conscious decision to take what im given
no slave to the way that im liven
and these are more than words this is my testimony
most if it i wrote for you so when im gone ya never lonely
they say only god can judge me but who is he
i feel at times that by design for real the only god is me
but im a basket case who cant escape the darkest place
inside my mind you'll find my heart replaced incased in armour plates
half my traits are like a dog just looking for a car to chase
barking mad starven carven scars upon my arms and face
and this is hardly fake but something that i can't erase
my darkest days my casket waits to take me to a calmer state
Categories:
starven, courage, dark, depression, hip
Form: Verse