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That Pinwheel

I hear that pinwheel clicking, that pinwheel of complexities.
That pinwheel is one that conveys my mind to another time.
That pinwheel, that broken pinwheel that clicks.
I once reviled that pinwheel for so long, even more as the wind carried.
Yet now a pledge has grown from that pinwheel’s wretched clicking,
For it carries me to those days of great disdain amid that pinwheel and me.
Those days in which I struggled to purge our lives of that pinwheel,
But she would not permit it; because it was that pinwheel I gave her.
Those days I tried do burn that pinwheel, those days of involvement.
Those days she and I were exultant, but these days I sit patient and idle.
These days I am solitary waiting for it to come while I rest in my armchair.
These days I wait for it to come for me the same as it came for her.
These days that pinwheel sits by that window that is open so slightly.
These days the wind blows and that pinwheel clicks and I smile.
Click
That moment I picked that pinwheel from the ground.
Click
That moment I gave that pinwheel to the loveliest of all the fairer.
Click
That moment the world fell silent and she accepted to my bid for her affection.
Click, Click, Click…
That moment death came for my beloved.
CLICK!
I once considered the destruction of that pinwheel.
I once argued with my love over that pinwheels purpose.
I once was told leave it to its destiny, and so I left that pinwheel alone.
That pinwheel, those days, these days, that moment, I once hated that pinwheel, that pinwheel.

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Today

You have been persecuted.
You have been oppressed and depressed,
Wronged and aggrieved, even violated,
And for what?
Because of gender,
Because your body lacks a certain appendage,
Your chest is more pronounced, or your voice more pleasant?

You have been slighted.
You have been affronted and blasphemed against,
Insulted and abused, your rights neglected
And why?
Because of your orientation,
Because you chose to love another man,
You’re not attracted to the same thing that men like me are?

I know you hear me,
Because we all have been disregarded.

Why have you been dismissed?
Punished and censored,
Rebuked and cast aside, sometimes battered,
Ask the world why?
Because of the color of your skin,
Because your tan does not match that of another,
Your lips are fuller and your hair has more texture.

You have been shunned.
You have been ostracized and badgered daily,
Bullyragged and junked, even tainted,
And for what?
Because of your religion,
Because you have faith in God,
You say grace or pray five times each day?

Hear me NOW!

You have been besmirched and blemished
Shackled and shattered
Crucified and cursed

But why?
Why?
Because you must persevere
You must triumph and persist
You must overcome and conquer, even rejoice
And for what?
So that the next man who loves another man
Or the next woman who feels unequal
Child that feels different
Or for the next man’s whose faith becomes fragile
For them.
For these people we suffer
We take their burden
So tomorrow they can walk with their heads high above adversity.
For their children.
So their children will know not of the experiences of these hardships.
Today we brave the senseless hatred,
Tomorrow we smile
As the next generation finds a love we were able to receive.
Today we must not judge so that tomorrow they will not judge us.
We will not be angry at those who cannot understand us,
Instead we show pity.
PITY!
We pity them,
Their incapacity to open their minds and welcome anyone who differs from them.
Today we live this day
Today we wear the garbs of misfortune
Today we live so tomorrow will not live today over
Today 
TODAY!!

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Fear

What is fear?
It clutches and binds you;
Its clinch constricts your conscience and gestures.
It degrades and damages you;
Its triumph abolishes your own proficiency to prosper.
It stops and holds you;
Its impeccable knack of holding you still is impassable.
It overcomes and you surrender;
Its will to thwart your approach has you anxious to ensue.
It is burdensome and palpable;
Its load weighs you down and disables your efforts.
It is real and ever present;
Its nearness is felt in your existence as it hides in wait.
It is debilitating;
It is maddening;
It is caustic;
What is fear?
It is controllable and facilitated;
You can clamber over the hindrances it extends you.
It is fallible and erratic;
You can perceive its shifting deeds as it scours for a way.
It is provisional and remedial;
You can tolerate its manifestation or expel it into a void.
It is daunting and probable;
You can be valiant and foretell its vain efforts against you.
It is frail and cognizant;
You can be assured that fear fears itself; it is casually ended.
It is short lived and perpetual;
You can sustain longer than fear, you can evolve as it ruins.
It is ignorance;
It is a curtain;
It is cowardly;
Fear is crushed with the knowledge of the entirety of a state. In these periods of terror we must cast fear in its just position, behind us, and trudge headlong against those who intimidate and threaten the beliefs for which we have battled arduously to safeguard, preserve, and be tolerant of.
Fear is…
Not an option today!

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Through the Gospel

The folds have heard his gentle voice,
In which I was yet to hear.
They say it is still and small;
A sound to comfort the tiers.
Had I been left forsaken,
Built along my grievances?
The shadow of a lost man,
Trapped in my performances.
A golden cloak to harbor the truth
Of the soul that lies in shame.
Alas, his divining blade cuts true;
Transcending the confines of my claims.
He knows the nature of my depth,
And a simple voice I shall not heed.
My endearment for music of the soul
Is the swiftest route to capture me.
I sit amongst the gentiles,
And the choir intonates.
His sword has pierced my innermost,
And my heart begins to wake.
My walls began to crumble and fall;
A consequence of gospel’s forte.
Tears of reprieve afforded to me,
By grace’s doctrine they exhort.
The many years wasted by me,
I did not mind from within.
At last I’ve heard his holiest spirit,
And felt his benediction.

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Jack Frost-Ic

June is only but a dream away
As the ice upon the shingles stay
Chamomile tea in the winter snow
Keeps the frozen from my soul
For tonight is the night we find Jack
Rain nor snow shall hold us back
Over the icy hills we sleigh with speed
Searching for Jack where ever he be
Till no nose is nipped this Christmas Eve


12/03/15

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Misdirection

The pain that I feel is caused by the ignorance I see on television and facebook, youtube and twitter, and most importantly the minds and mouths of the multitudes of people that lack the acquirable knowledge that would educate them before speaking.

Our world has misplaced the efficacy of human touch, the importance of human communalism; we have overlooked the significance of human life, and no longer contain the fortitude to express the basic collective dignities all people warrant.
The paths that we take toward progression diverge from the ethical constitutions that were meant to chaperon the actions of man; paths that lead to supremacy rather than a place of equality, where one person’s revolution justifies the undermining of another’s natural liberties, and a place where the flamboyant cries of a few disillusioned are satisfied over the cravings of the crowds that are too preoccupied to bellow.

The sexual nature of our children has surpassed the carnal ways of our parents, and society begs for the young victims to expand their complexities of sensuality. The female body is not a gift, but a means of entertainment; the man is not a sturdy foundation for the family, but instead a source of erotic pleasures. Today it is exceptional to find a person that is faithful, and tomorrow we are all sufferers of divorce.

My God the path we have taken leads to destruction, and we advance ever so closer to the end. The people of our world our depressed and lonely and I fear for the world my children will grow up in. I question whether giving them life was the best thing I could have done for my children.

Amidst the chaos of Earth, I see a photo of an officer assisting a sightless man cross the street, I hear reports of a blessed man returning his earnings to those who need it more, I see a video of a Christian alongside an Atheist as they rebuild the house of a Muslim fire victim, and I see hope.

Hope, that we can one day be rid of the current ways we have chosen to live by; hope that our grandchildren will be blind of color, gender, sensualities, and judge no one. This hope is the hope that will bring us to our knees, and upon those knees shall we find man’s peace.

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Arrested Soldier

We stand prepared for battle, our pikes thrusted toward the gullets of our adversaries.

Hastily we aim to strike down all we oppose.

Our nemeses match us with a fervor that scorches redder than our own flames of rage.

They perceive us a threat to their very ethos.

Slashing of skin underscored by the glitters discharged from steel upon steel exchanges.

Bodies amass as the carmine blanket flows.

Screeching shrieks heard as each soul withdraws from a once confident swain lay slain.

Mighty steed hooves surge the earthy dough.

All shall be gained or gone astray; for no more shall join the savagery of such hostilities.

Victory will govern the fortune of pitiable foes.

Alas, the moment granted by a lamentable contender that punctured my golden cuirass.

My fortune is not to see what will to follow.

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I Mean

Erect in knee high waters bidding to attain the shoreline that is not discernible in the distance.
I mean not to aggress.
Furious with a rage erupting from my core, spattering into the waters till it abscesses heavily.
I mean not to depress.
I trudge hardily against the resistance of this murk that desires more to realize my failure again.
I mean not to transgress.
Malevolently I smite the molten element about me, and I will not allow it to overcome my charge.
I mean not to obsess.
It never rains here in the southern fields, no instead we strive of only thunder and lightning alone.
I mean not to press.
These drudgeries, toils, far and wide they are there, prompting me and fostering my contempt.
I mean not to regress.
I spew revulsion from my very maws; declaring curses that sting the wretched deep around me.
I mean not to distress.
I have fought many scores, though you have strained me beyond the confines of my customary foes
I mean not to egress.
I detest your existence, you abomination, you atrocity of my world, and I shall release you from here.
I mean only to progress.
My malice will strike you down with the sweltering retribution of all that loathes you within me.
I mean only to possess.
No mercy, I have none, you insignificant scoundrel, you have shown distaste with your vehemence.
I mean only to express.
I will not cease till your defeated carcass lay on the bed of this abyss sustaining the hagfishes.
I mean to have success.

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American Treason

You have been elected as the parapet of our commonwealth’s boarders, the tutelary of our cultures;
You will hazard your livelihood, and witness barbarisms in your ventures.
You are conveyed in fable as a Champion to the populous, you will be seen as the reviver of civility, cities will ascend from ashes by way of your bravery, and you will be exalted.
Your allegiance will not be waivered as the accessions of treason bear mightily against you, and your bosom will be ornamented with the spoils of your gallantry.
Your most herculean battle, my sons and daughters, will be that which besets you upon homecoming, a clash awaits your return to the very domain that hailed you so elegantly.
You will have to fend as the common folks do, you will clamber to hold work, and if you have turned ill, you will be delayed in treatment for your woes; surely lowborn once again.
You may be constrained to find shelter nether bridges and eaves of paper, your plume will be wasted when you grovel for coin, not fit to bathe in the structures for public feces.
You will be spewed upon, they will turn a blind eye to your agony, daggers of vulgarity fired from the throats of those you had vowed to shield; those whom you relinquished limbs for.
You may have forgone your mobility, you may have lost your brethren, your spouse may have coveted their neighbor, and you will most likely suffer the demise of the layperson.
You have served your land gallantly. You have been afflicted horribly. You have grieved losses we find unimaginable. For this, we will disregard those who have gifted us our luxuries.

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The Scarlet Emerald

I see the emerald stones that embellish her shroud.
There is an aching beneath those jade charms that I have seen.
She buries her feeble manners in a cloak ever so cold.
Never shall she bear the complemented agony of affection.
There is a great sorrow in her propensity to shield her heart.
No one shall ever cherish the vivid crimson drifting from her pate.
Her splendor is absolute, but only her rigid covering is apparent.
The tallies of sorrows sustained during her life have sullied her soul.
These deeds I have witnessed while perched along the sides.
In a status only to spectate I cannot force people see within her.
The fair skin and strong frame only fronts what lies below.
She can love deeper than the Pacific trenches of Mariana.
That stiff face can ease into a smile mirroring the birds of paradise.
She has a spirited laugh when it declares the delight in her heart.
This scarlet duchess has imprisoned the most marvelous of her features.
She wears a mantle life built, and it conceals her rightful appeal.
Is it futile to try and love such a splendid soul in a method of proper? 
For, I am incapable of unveiling her radiance forsaken to this world.
I do not know if my scarlet emerald will ever be appreciated again.