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The Destruction of Hope

Optimism, 
Faithful, Compassionate, 
Failing, Learning, Knowing 
Society, Judge, Jury, Executioner, 
Persecuted, Impaired, Diagnosed, 
Dangerous, Self-destructive, 
Doomed.

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In Memory

Passing misfortune 
burns through boredom. 
You taught me that lesson 
when I was very young. 
All that I have of you now 
is a beautiful tinge, in my soul, 
The ghosts' of your brilliance 
is unavoidable, 
no matter how much 
times carries on. 

I see reasons' face 
in the mirror. 
Strikingly similar 
to you, my wise, and 
beloved mother. 
My reflection brings up 
the darkest of thoughts 
filling me with exhaustion 
and uncertainty. 

I take my fist 
and shatter the mirror 
into silver shards. 
Broken in pieces 
like you left me. 
A prisoner to memory 
sentence to life 
without parole. 

My soul yearns 
for enough hope 
and strength 
to continue on. 
Oh God, the days are so long 
and the years are make it 
hard grasp any meaning . 


How did I get here? 
How did everything 
I once held onto 
end in destruction? 
Oh God, 
please grant me a pardon. 
Let me out of this cage 
before I forget once and for all 
what it's like to be out in the sun.

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Eulogy

Sensitive conversations
Increased tentative answers
To a tough situation
In truth no one knows
What will come next
Not even the doctors
With their varying opinions

The choices are getting
More and more grim
Your eyes now
Rarely opening
Your answers 
To our questions
no longer making sense

I’m left wondering
Is there really value
Continuing this path
Your life stuck in bed
Unable even to 
move your hands
Suffering in pain
As all that makes you,
Yourself,
Slips away into the depths
Of disease and illness.
Family and loves ones
Hanging on to all the moments
Of the time you have.
Hoping there still is a chance
Loving you so completely
Not wanting to see you pass.

Yet even as I write this
I’m unsure what should be done
My love and compassion
For you, thinks maybe 
you’ve been through enough
Perhaps even too much 
yet that same love
doesn’t want to let go
to live on an earth
where you are no more
would forever make me feel alone
There is nothing 
That can replace a mother’s love

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Can I Get An E

explanations of life's complexity seem more like 
eager delusions designed to keep us tame, all my 
energy is sucked out of my soul as I try to hold on 
explosive emotions can't just be willed away 
exploring of all my flaws, and damage that weight on me
eternity seems well, quite daunting.  
exhaling long breaths as I scramble to stay calm 
excising demons, evil parasites, mental agony and takes all of
energy leaving little left to with the 
exigent circumstances of life
enhanced by loneliness and longing 
eat away at what little remains of my vitality 
each day chips at my hopes, dreams, reasons to go on
existence is constant, and time stops for no one. 
each dawn I awake and dread the day to come 
"exacts steps are not marked. Just keep walking!" I command myself 
elongated by perception moment's feel like years.
eerie shadows and screaming whispers of afterthoughts and doubt
echo through my being swarming my mind in perpetual discordance
evening comes to me like a warm loving embrace 
eagerly awaiting sleeps oblivion as a respite from the difficulty of day 
entertaining synapses collide without fail 
enticing thoughts of suicide as I try to fight for sleep 
exhaustion creeping up and lingering no matter how much rest
endlessly I search for some meaning to maintain all the 
effort and toil it takes to go on living. the fact is
etched into my soul is the promise I made to you to keep going
elusive as happiness seems, I gave my word I would be strong 
essentially, I'm just living in hopes your looking down on me 
eyes full of understanding and love that I fear I will never again see.

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The Scream We Hide

Every day our TV's let in all the worlds evil
right into our living rooms.
We see all that's wrong and rarely does it included
anything good that might also be true.

What do we actually do
with all that we've heard?
We act out with hatred and fear.
What if we could instead try to improve?
Go outside, gathering to be heard.

It seems it's easy for us to be silenced.
Afterall we are just one person, we say.
but we can change that mood as a group.
The thing is one person can change everything.
History is the proof.

What it comes down to is
Do you want to be quiet and afraid?
or vocal, fearless and brave?
Do you want to be a Hilter? 
or a Martin Luther King Jr.?

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Strange

there are ghosts
passing by outside 
with enchanting smiles
strange and little creepy
they have no reflection
no shame, no direction
walking free
like us humans
can only dream

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A Heart of Lightning

this life I live breaks my heart a little more each day
the maladies and tragedies consume my dreams
and wear away all my strength
sorrow is my constant companion as
the moments' crawl, seconds feel endless 
days feel like an eternity, and as for years
they seem infinite, and yet when they pass
memories of them feel like they were gone in an instant
but I fight on, hiding my feelings with humor
and a smile masking the tears just underneath

how can anyone really understand?
pain is relative after all and unless you've experience it
you can't fathom a persons struggle, so why do you judge?
the fall from your high horse, your soap box, your stage
your pulpit, your existence, and your outrage
down here to my prison, my reality 
is a long and dark. It won't discriminate
because you believe your somehow superior

this could be you someday; life is a journey
and a cruel game, someday when you've forgotten me
you could take my place, you have 
no idea what experience will bring
so what right do you have to give me advice?
what makes you think you are so wise?
what makes you think you can face my life?
what makes you think you can handle my strife?

look thru my eyes, see what I’ve seen 
and I give you a week before you too long for lifes' end

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The Stuggle

Why must I suffer this overwhelming depression? 
Am I supposed to learn some important lesson? 
Guess that's just the way life goes 
This world is a barren wasteland where only pain grows
Sure there are moments of warmth between connecting souls
A welcome respite from the masses of assholes
Who believe they have all the answers
The truth is their hate is a cancer
turning God's holy books of instruction
into a reason to cause those who disagree, destruction
I want to make a difference to contribute
but I feel like nothing good left in me to distribute
Except to turn words into verse deeply heartfelt
Even though these feelings get so hot my insides melt
Making it through each day is a struggle 
it takes all my energy not to stumble 
descending into bottomless darkness 
slowly turning into something evil and monstrous 
I fight the pull of despair
but really who cares
it's taking all my strength to hold on 
I miss you so much, mom 
I just want to rest 
I'm constantly stressed 
is there any hope for me? 
will I ever feel free? 
Is heaven just a dream?
A lie so we give into societies regime?

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Snakes

Anger desires our souls 
It feeds on them 
like poisonous snakes 
devils, serpents, and monsters 
hungering for flesh 
Always there, watching us 
Waiting for their moment 
as we blindly move forward 
attached to our screens 
they have meaning, craving, desire 
much simpler than ours 

Darkness's appetite grows ravenous 
As our hearts close 
We humans are flawed 
And anger knows well 
Our capabilities to explode 
When desire becomes jealousy 
Creatures know we are exposed 
Attacking at just the right time 
To them, violence is a necessity 
Anger keeps them from going extinct 

When we crave another 
When we fear unknowns 
When looking at mirrors 
And rage boils over 
Whether towards ourselves or 
Towards another, us humans 
are no better than a cold hearted beast 
that hasn't eaten for weeks 
Monsters only think of survival 
not what in the Bible 
or society's creed 

How then is the sight of two snakes 
intertwined in love's passion 
feel creepy to many? 
humans do many evil things 
even when it's unnecessary 
we are not superior beings 
just egotistical liars 
unable to see our true reasons 
for our actions and our being

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Doubt

Is God just an illusion
Is religion just an institution?
People say the dead
are looking down on us
I wish it were true
but don't the dead
have better things to do?
Are they still a part of this world? 
haunting and taunting us?
Are they deeply disturbed?
Or are the removed
at peace in a better part
of the universe?
Have they been reunited 
with their ancestors?
Are they sunbathing
and relaxing by a pool?
Finally, free from this
cruel world?
I search for answers
but find only more questions
the more I learn.