Saturday, February 18, 2012


Go ahead and say it
speak what’s on your mind -
but get to the point, because
so many times you talk out your face
Lying with your crossed cigarette stained fingers
in a thousand dollar suit bought with pennies from the wishing well.
Yes, you get the exposure
at the expense of an old woman's treasure,
feeding the mannequin letters of praise for your complete deception.
We too have a voice
getting louder and louder, can you hear it?
in the streets, we teach about change
a change not to swallow the whole of your phallus
Imitating not those who follow blindly
deaf of the hidden meanings of the promises that vomits forth.
Now there comes a time to unite
burning those bridges we once thought safe,
and come together, like some bizarre experiment -
dreamt by “a child of love and light”
The voice becomes one -
of change, of a purpose to sustain ourselves through fire and ice.
Our voice resonates in the hearts of poets,
scarred from dull knives, your constant incisions
attempting to cut it out, piece by piece until no motivation exists.
We, the people, gather into a mass of hysteria
running through the night, demanding to change this revolving world, again.

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