Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Facing the truth

Armed with shards of shattered dreams
Reality shall come forth 
Reaping everything in it's wake 

None shall be spared 
All will See- 
What's truly right in front of them 

Cry. 

Scream. 

Beg.  

Many have crumbled upon the weight, 
cowering in a ball, 
facing all their imperfections 

Under a glaring light  

Others have clouded their minds in denial, 
despite the fact that it was in their face 
Looming over them with a solemn expression

Your tears of sorrow,
Shall bring forth a staple of strength 

Accept her in all her unbearable glory- 
And you will be saved

For she sees all 

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Ode to the 7th Generation

The 7th generation
The hopes for our world and the promises of our past selves
In world polluted by corruption and fear, I pray that the 7th generation don't repeat our mistakes
The world is crumbling as there's barely anything left.
In the wakes of our wastes, I pray that the 7th generation uphold to the stakes.
Men, women, and all alike living in fear, that's not a way to go.
I pray that the 7th generation live a life of valor in the face of oppression
I pray that the 7th generation live a life of happiness instead of suppression.
Building connections, not walls.
Love, not hate.
Understanding, not willful ignorance.
Most of all, I pray that 7th generation will be able to detect bullshit from a mile away and not repeat our mistakes.
The hopes for our world and the promises of our past selves-the 7th generation.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Back to Zero

Faith is never fair.
It's capricious in nature. 
There's always a loss. 

This is what he learned the hard way. The emptiness left in his chest after that fateful day. The day his idiocy costed him his life. He was a jockey, quite a famous one at that. Knowing this, he let it all rush to his head, clouding his future. Bang. Forced into a negative, he carries the burden of faith and his pride. No legs, no life, no nothing. He was less than nothing. He was a burden to not only himself, but to others. Until he met the mysterious man with the steel balls. He was everything he wasn't and more. He held the secret. The secret to a blank slate. He followed the man on a long and treacherous race, growing closer and closer together, while committing heinous crimes along the way. Despite everything, he was starting to become wholesome again. Until one day, during a faithful encounter, he lost him. With his loss, he was handed the reigns of life and destiny. With his head held up high, he was finally back to zero. Finally back to nothingness.