They confiscated the paradox; they called it unlawful,
Carving the truth to the desired measure,
Shaming the threat and killing the unworthy.
But for years in the grayness created with blood,
Years of inhaling toxic facades and consuming revolts,
He brought jewels to her feet and worshiped
The same idea and image that everyone hated.
In a world of shadows, where words are cut,
And thoughts are shaped like clay,
Truth hides under veils of silence,
While dreams are hunted like prey in the night.
We try to see through the cracks of reality,
To find sparks of light in the dense darkness,
But the paradox, that divine gift, slips through our fingers,
In a world that prefers the silence of comfortable lies.
And yet, in our depths, we know that truth,
Though carved and mutilated, continues to breathe,
A small but unyielding flame that burns,
In the hearts of those who still dare to dream.
Guilty on all counts?
Raise the sickle and hammer.
Imprison the fighting patriot,
While the vile mumble and stammer.
Work, so you can be rich?
Your money you no longer own.
You'll own.nothing, be nothing,. Happy?
Maybe if you turn into stone.
Photos I didn't pick
never are they
I know it.
God was not allowed this year,
in the state of California.
And, then, we wonder under
warm, sunny skies.
Why is the world so nuts~because
He did warn you.!
This is a state, where any two can
mate.
Can I get engaged to my cat or
my goldfish, Kate?
Through my front glass door, we
will, our vows take,
Or maybe at Social Distancing Lake?
Times have changed because we
let morons take over.
Heard Fauci, even plans to wed,
His old Labrador, Rover!
12/30/2020
3;30am PsST
Listen as they come by,
Footsteps light as snow
Foreign as spring
In this strange country
Raise our heads in sync
To the Beats of this terrible melody
Beautiful as it is
Seductive as it came to be
Let shadows brush through eyelids
Peer through the darkness
Take a peek as they come by
As they come by
With their dark and terrible melody
I hear the music as my knees chafe against the tarmac
Dragged behind the wagon by this dark and terrible melody
Forever tied to these Beats
Forever reaching for these elusive Beats
Who never waited for me
These unlawful melodies
We make a claim when we are born and cannot even speak or walk,
just learned to breath,
just learned to reach,
Long before we've learned to talk.
I don't know how we've come to claim what was borrowed from our mothers
and why we've claimed we have a right to take it from our brothers.
Perhaps it was confusion or a child's mentality, concluding that we'd breathed it in, our first discovery.
But life's not ours to give and take.
This is a concept of our flesh.
How we view each borrowed day is how we fail or pass this test.
One breath was breathed to share with all now billions have awakened.
So infants must be taught at last
THAT LIFE SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN.
A cry for help unheeded,
Hatred where love was needed.
The trees, the flowers, the river where you lay,
All have a story to tell, a part to play.
Promises slowly ebbing away,
A youthful gift, trapped, kept at bay.
It was nature in it’s fickle kindness,
That protected you in the wilderness.
The watching, whispering, rustling
Grows quietly sullen.
Cold skin, icy water over fading beauty,
Once full of life, a loving daughter,
Discarded, denied for the sake of duty.
A cry for help unheeded,
Hatred where love was needed.
I never knew you yet I am your mourner,
Another sacrifice given up to honour.
in the night my hair is a missing
pugged out with no hair on my fear (fare) pillow
who comes in the night
is it you, you bad bad fellow
to hit my pride, and show me weak~
or sit (set) me up with your lies
to know my medical heal (heath)
to change my soul (life) and make me dead~
aka:lyricvixen in slaver
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