Poetic Speech

I speak in Arawak| Therefore I am still a Taíno at heart| Mind, body, and 'Ba' exceed the conscious realm| Masqueraded in shadows inside the glow of decades past| A soulful gem| Extinct from the destruction the conquistadors spelled| Captured| Then placed inside the house of Rothschild| Headless horsemen Diluted and polluted with their lead| Eye witness news| And catch the next mythical fairy tale cloaked inside of the tube| Struggling for tribal dominance| My tribal mentality transcends the capacity of civilized chivalry and colonized misery|

If life is so beautiful, she showed herself to me covered in make-up| The play she portrayed brought cheers to the theater and a tear to her face| The mascara watered down and brought out the natural glow in her eyes| The stage now wet from emotions once struggling to appear| Placed caution to her every step brought forth from that moment on| The curtains rolled and she strolled back to wipe the mask from her face| The water washed her stains away| Revealing the hidden grace| And yet she stepped outside from outside that theater| Expecting fans with pens pushing forth for an autograph| Not one fan appeared| They all strolled along| Without taking notice of the bare face| Looking for attention| Another tear fell| This time without a smudge of make-up sliding along| She felt her skin colder than ever| She felt the tears| She felt the smog| Now without make-up to mask her face| She wallowed without notice| As her admirers forgot the face behind t...

Siempre amaré mi tierra| La cual no tiene césped| Cubriendo el desnudo que siente cuando le clavan con un martillo| Secuestran el inconcente| Y liberan al delicuente que asesinó mi constitución con sus gestos verbal| Sin dar un cuento para dibujar la tragedia| Dando fin a nuestra realidad| Sino pinta un gesto de dolor| Con el que secuestró nuestras vidas y comunidad| Dando leyes qué ponen mi vida en la tabla debajo de los en la ciudad| Un día viviré ese sueño| Sin reglas en la forma de constestar| En una siesta preguntando "¿con que crueldad mis hijos lucharan?"| Sin un camino en el pueblo de mi nacimiento| El cual vio mi cuerpo desaparecer y volver con mi madre| Mi patria| A sus senos| En sus besos yo respiraré| Y escribo en sus cielos cuando sopló mi humo| En las gradas de un castillo destruido por la tormenta qué mis lágrimas lloraron y mis gritos rayaron| -escribí, este poema despues de ver a calle 13 cantar una cancion muy lind...

The pale face lie in a bold face disguise| Counteracts the saying which said to reverse the prior statements| Changes in the printing set in stone| Faces drawn with a scalpel| Opened and replaced by expressions lined in scorn| I'll mourn till the day you bring back that once natural condition for the people to learn from| Until you see the pain your implications caused| The nature of forgiveness will not blow with the wind| Nor rain in the spring| Melt with the glaciers| Nor row in the streams|

A screeching hall| Filled with mirrors on each wall| Looks catch one another and stare back at each other| A single thread connecting the reflections| Shades and lighting that blend to complexions|

Excavating thoughts purge the deep swell in an abundant forest filled with catacombs| Think not of what to say| Rather| Think of formations and placement for your words| The expression expedite hidden phrases| A realm in multitude of scenic shades| Which fill stains and covers from edge to edge| Put in motion a rehearsed visual| Captured for later interpretation and judgement| A glory outdrew| A painting foreseen inside that thought| Once emerged from a projector working its way from picture to sound| From sound to dialects| From dialects to expression| From expression to memorized interpretations or unsightly inked writings| Exclusive to emotional reincarnations| Contemplation and relegation amount heavy loads| To collapse the foundation in which laid heavy groundwork| Obscure water waves regulate the sounds of prejudgments| Before seen in the obscurity of the themes| Awake from the thankfulness of your mind| And enter into the depths of the b...

He opened the door but she was too afraid| Too hurt to set a foot in| He left it open just for her| Even handed her a key| She kept it and opened it with her hands| Her touch| Her voice| Her looks| That special one she gave only him when they were alone| He was at his happiest whenever she called to spent a minute of her time with him| This was sparse| But he waited in anticipation for that moment| Feeling neglected at times| He felt unloved and unappreciated at times| She made all this disappear when she stood by his side| The hope was strong| But he knew that a relationship like this wouldn't hold for long| She made the call and his nightmare sunk in the deep oceans of his eyes| They say time makes the memories past| I guess memories of happiness can only last for so long| A hope for the missing piece can only connect for so long| Until that piece rust or is lost and decides to shape and mold to connect with another puzzle| while you...

Blinded by their brand of tranquility| Drowned in their sea of hostility| Fake notes in their scripts of legitimacy| Dawn came upon the rise of night| Awoke in that place| On top of the mirrors in a lake| Amidst| A fog across the forest| Pointing in every direction| Constricted inside a steam of rebuttal| Reign rains and it pours| Floods the corridors| Slides| Piling in inch on top inch| A catastrophic new reign left destruction and pathos across the lands| Hail| Storms| And all hail the form| Of a new weather inscripted in leather| Cowhide slashed and slaughtered| Left to bleed| Washed away at sea|

My message lies hidden inside the mist of the lead with which it spreads| I hold embedded the pains and shackles in which many lay| I show no fear in the words forming inside my innermost thoughts| My eyes blinded with fury after many years of being manipulated with lies| Minuscule the bigger picture shackled in frame| I maintain that message| Which formed as I skimmed through pages of manuscripts| They did not want me to read| I searched and found my voice hidden inside a mountain cave sitting dormant| Subversive beneath a cemetery in the woods of fight and glory| Pride and justice| Beacon of hope for the restless| House of terror for the investors| The dream arose from a sleepwalker walking along the divided line| Enchanted by the beauty in the words inside of a ghetto| In the middle of nowhere| No one to listen| But I listened and arose| Cleared my throat| And out came a menacing voice| Toned vibes for the tone deaf| They chose to not hear| ...

Try to remember me how I am\ Cool| Calm| Collected| Cold| Alone| Neglected| Centuries and decades past my present| Abstract imagery displays on the canvas of my painting| Stereo speaks through wires crisscrossing| Ending in one single strand of connection| Alive yet deemed helpless| Wise words lead to vast gestures| Mime tricks lead the mouth into motionless silence| Neglecting passages of taxing injections|

They made Angela cry| Placed Mumia behind bars| Exiled Pete| Huey die| Murdered in cold blood| Assata go underground and hide| Kathleen seek foreign lands for the love of her man|

You can and will take the the revolutionary out of the revolution| But the revolution will revolt against the illusion| Overtake the delusion| End the ill conclusion| And nullify destitution| Forsake those who enact the acts of the institution| But you can not and will not take the revolution from the heart of the evolution|

If being free begins with the freedom to speak| Let my words travel across transmissions| Across wires connected from land to land flowing through streams| The freedom that sparks a speech| Arise the spirit of those before| Instilled in the words connecting patterns into one single message| That may be interpreted into thousands| Evolving from one single question| Convey the meaning| And in it you find your own reflection| It means nothing if you don't see through the letters| It means everything when you perceive the hidden lessons|

Her ability to feel no longer lingers from her inner chest| Replaced with an emotionless sense of the world around her steps| Instead of looking up she sees only the ground| Not the faces which once laughed and smiled| She built her own road to walk on| But nothing in the background| No grass| No trees| Only a deep black screen| Static hides the image| I once dreamt of where she would end| On a road with no hope| A slope hill heading down towards the abyss| I once heard laughter and joy created from those lips| Anger took her soul and wrapped itself around her shoulders never to let go|

Amount the time given for a life| As the minutes pass another hour lost| Time stood still as the clock changed hands| A mass ordeal| Seemed lost in the vast appeal| The deal broke through with one foot left standing on crutches| Passed down from generation to generation| Applause to make those less worthy feel equal within the equation| Subtract those unneeded and multiply the ones in front of the class| Mask the wrinkled face| Alter the underlines with a more a chiseled outline| The gravitated figures| Replace them with cardiovascular enhanced figures| Increase the workload for those without a voice| keep them in line| With a straight lace running up and down their spine|

I turn my tongue green with a pint of mint listerine. A blistered knee. Eyes bleed from the passing of a centipede. Don't stand close to me I erupt in a millisecond, conforming into a catholic priest. I stand high underground. The sounds of an orchestra swimming in the mud with the sounds of an orca. I boast I had it all, but now I can only hope that they don't take away my last adderalls. Don't test with a number 2 pencil, give me a red pen so I can pencil him in. And they call me a backpacker. Hike up your mountain till I find the erupting fountain and go for a deep sea dive, only to come back to land in the space of a spaceship, blasting off with my sins. High-class noon, blast off past the moon with a fork and a spoon, I went too far; now I need to rewind so I can get my piece of the cake, in a cheesy plate. Its an arms race to the finish line, my A.K. is too heavy to glide across, I could only make it past half of the track. I had to make a pit stop and grab my Tech ...

One glass too many| Better yet one cup too empty| Overflowing wine burst from the edge| The taste is bittersweet| The outcome is delusion in the sheets| Mass confusion in the streets| The outcome is a body shattered| Broken bones scattered across the street| Breathe with an infected lung| From the vision's inability to see the road ahead| Abstract images counteract the reality of the beast|

I have never been the type to shy away from my emotional side| I display them| Allowing the limited few I fall for| In like an open door| Yet the women I have fallen for| See this as a sign of weakness| A fault| Am I too old fashioned|? And they would rather have a man with no emotions?| Is what they want only a protector?| Someone to feel safe with?| And not someone to confide in as well?| Or am I just swimming in the wrong sea?| Should I just let the breeze carry my emotions to sea?| Until the correct hands grab onto them and return the emotions back at me?|

En sus manos la pasión y lágrimas de una nación| La batalla por la liberación| Ocultaron su voz| Pero su mensaje rompió el silencio de una nación| Canciónes y gritos sostienen su imagen y mensaje en la lengua de aquellos ovidados| El representa el coraje y el odio| El amor| Y el honor| El sudor construido por la calor que dio el sol en la frente de los secuestrados sin justificación| Este es el hombre que dio su vida por la liberación de mi querida nación|

My lyrics arose as the prophecies came| Blown away with a fan| Shown scattered misrepresentations throughout the shaded plans| I stand here corrected with a Molotov| Outraged by the flames that couldn't disperse enough| In due time the process proceeds| Blades cut wide open| Showing where the dissections bleed| Mistakes once shown| Lay hidden| The speed tripled| But the reaction slowed| Arrange the blocks only to knock down| Then rebuild again to reinstate a new shape| Rearrange the tears with a crooked smile| Hiding teeth| The tree enchanted by my flames| Lies causally| Attracting the lightning bugs ever so close| Burning their bodies| Evolving to dripping flames|

Atmospheres collide to erupt the space in between time| Halting to paint a portrait| Bringing the scene back to life| My life's goals search the opening to enter the stage| And embrace the light shinning from above| The ray of colors exchange places| Formulating patterns| Vivid schemes rotate on its axis| Outlined lines penetrate the surface to enter the innards| Releasing the boundaries| Patterns once hampered now become liberated thoughts| Occasional screams release sound waves| One tsunami after another uncovers the depths of the surface| Unveil the gem| Burning bright| The glass tints could not hide it from the wondering eyes| Of those wondering why something so bright needed covering up|

Alone a page flew from door to door| Gliding by the force in the hands of the wind| Direction in the Guidance of its lead| A blank page with nothing to read| Quickly embraced the language of the scenery| Remembrance became the depiction of its ink| The lines began to fill as it blew further past| The rain emerged as its demise| Soaked| The words dissolved| The ink dissipating out towards the open air|

When the nonsense goes is when the conscience grows| Obscure in the emptiness of nothing| A dark hole with no hope| Dwindling with the closing door| A crack in the middle| Sprout a light of hope| The light grew| Isolating the dark with scenes of grey| Absent from the remote land| A screaming voice Utters| The noise to block the sound from the sun| The voices uniting into one loud screech| Misplaced was the microphone| Unplugged to dismiss the surrounding sounds| The pounds the weight carried to bury the noise| Today sees the time| Tomorrow shows the minutes| Next week tells the days| A Rusted crown on the head of a clown laughing| From the outside of the hole| That dark void| Singing with a menacing tone| His throat clogged in a patterned noise| -This poem was originally longer, but I had to break it down. Because i didn't want you all to be lost. My brain works in strange ways, and i get all these ideas that pop into my head all at ...

They said that if I continued to show my mind's growth| The expansion would exceed the interior into the exterior| And expose to everyone outside my mind| The thoughts and voices once excluded from the outside| Secluded inside| The noises once trapped in a maze| The display of the visuals carried those outside to awe and amaze|

A sonnet for the description in the feeling you bring| The breathtaking release your presence beseech| I extend this arm to open my hand in search of the gift| The gift of you by my side| My arm wrapped around your shoulders| Together we intertwine to enter each other's mind| I've longed and search for the better part of me| knowing you complete the missing piece| I stand in awe of the gleam in your eyes| Such warmth| The captivating stare that sucked my soul away| Into your heart is where I wish to reside| Let us ride the clouds until the night is shown| Then hop along the stars| With you is where my thoughts travel into the vision of your beauty| Your smile freezes that moment in time| In which I wish to relive minute after minute| You make the days seem endless| My love for you has grown further the more you speak| Let us sit and just listen| As no words could express the emotions you inspire|

I'm not as new as you might think| I've been in the back of the class| Just sitting and listening| Perhaps one day get the courage to stand up| Raise my hand| Or move closer to the front of the class| I've stared at the board and contemplated all the answers to the problems| I'm not as new as you might think| I saw the play from the back row| Hiding in the dark| Watching the plot unfold| The actors play their role| The settings switch| The stains soaked in bleach| The roses being thrown| The expressions manipulated| The smiles twitching as the play begins to grow| I'm not as new as you might think| I was the last person standing in line| Waiting for days for the chance to capture the object of my affection| The joys a shot at the prize can bring| The chance to move along until I'm the person leading the line|

One tree falls down and that's an industry| One leaf slides down and that's the misery| A building is placed and that's the scenery| The waters is privatized and that's the tyranny|

Disgusting in the eyes of the misinformed| Mistaken by the mislead illusions depicted in the fog from the shower's storm| The rose grew from a muddy field| The grass departed to make room| No pesticide could dilute the pest that grew more than less| less space to place the bird's nest| Wind moves side to side| The silence reappears when the calm's inside| Outside is reserved for the storm| No reservations needed| Undertake the undertaker with a pitchfork| Slowly awakening| It's in that time we all choose to hide| Run fast on the opposite side| Slide down the snowy hill with that brand new sled| She bled for days| Stomach outburst from being misfed| Dead fungus on the wooden stove coerce the flames away| A new day arises when the winds blow away| She stayed in the same lane heading in the same direction| Concluding in the end of the road| Resulting in a dead end|

He went for the wild chase| Then ended up getting freaky on the third date| Make no mistakes while the bed shakes| It's the shots going around town| He escaped the rifle shots and now hiding with Elmer's mom from outta town| He's being real cautious| Cause this season is duck hunt| Now what a wild bunch| The bunny's still asleep| In the meantime it's time to come up with a wild hunch| Munching on some skunk meat| Before he heads out| He gave Elmer's mom one last treat| With a disguise he heads for the rabbit hole| It says "occupied!"| Now he's forced to use the back door| Turned out to be the trap door| Shot a bullet as he rang the bell| The bunny heads out and runs around while he picks his beak that was shot down| Oh no!| Now Elmer's on the lookout| He started looking for the bunny| But now look at what he found| It's that dagnabbit rabbit and a duck with his beak put on backwards| It must b...

Give me the liberty to write a page| Exercise my pen| As the ink form the words into sentences| The similes and metaphors personifying my letters| Bringing them to life| Like shards of glass breaking apart| Broken into pieces waiting to be picked up| Wanting to be recycled and reused| Perhaps manipulated into something more helpful for those in need of it more than I| Why not reuse it?| There's no clear definition to define the use for this glass| More than one use| More than one flavor for different tastes to consume that which is inside| Why Have such beautiful china kept closed inside| Might be a treasure to be admired and shared with only those you love| Yet we are all apart of the same family| Shouldn't that beauty be open for the world to see and use?| It might be of a better use to someone in need of a drink|

I hope to leave my life gracious with greatness| So that one day you remember the smiles and the frowns| The ups and the downs| All that is beautiful juxtaposed to all that is frightful| The words and the sounds| The wins and the losses| May one day see you grow to your perfect form| And you remember and recite this poem| Never forget those before nor forsake those after| I hope to leave you with the lessons of life| So that one day you may give back the gift of life| Don't let grief get the best of you| For I will always seek to guide and direct you toward the finish line|

Maybe they only judge me for my exterior, don't look forth nor beyond the surface. They claim to see me for what I seem. The complexities of my dynamics reach to extend outside the line. I'm outside the box, into the rectangle. It's the shell, the hard skin. The destined fate the world has given us, they see us all as part of the same extending line. I cut the corner, into a new direction seeking a different path. But yet I receive laughs and get mocked. Trapped in the imagery, this imaginary box. I paint the image purple yet all they see is black. No chance to set forth a new goal. Why bother with this kid!? He's just like the others! They all seem the same to me. Bunch of hooligans, disturbing the peace. He thinks he can change our minds, our views are steadfast. There's no need for you to try. Why bother writing these poems? There's no words that will change our minds. Yet I still scribble and doodle hoping one day they'll pass the m...

Before one can enlighten oneself| One must end the suffering of others| With the vision to see far beyond the mountains| You saw and witnessed the conditions of the indigenous| The suffering and mistreatment of their children| The rape and indictment of their women| With the knowledge to educate| You took your gift and shared with those who hadn't the right to learn| Traveled across lands quarreling with the unjust| The just fleeing from the pain| To reach the beginning of the change| To conquer the creator of the pain| Taught them how to use their brain not only hands| Bare hands to grapple one another forcing freedom to the land| Your wisdom succeeded that forceful hand| Implementing equality| Your voice still rings as those memories stand up to sing| Bring all that is worthy for your name cannot be erased| The image bears the life| The paintings of your portrait bear the fight| The reciting of your words bear the plight|

They said the gray hair died| Multiplied in multiples then all of a sudden| Deceased| Gone from the place| Once more they mistake isolation for death| Not enough oil to swallow| The over privileged get overfed| The underfed suffer in the corner not seen for days| Or rather seen for dead| Death covers stains| The cuts and bumps| Digging in the next man's trash| Hoping to find another man's treasure| Or rather another man's loss| A meal to stop the screeching| The rumbles| Without notice they take notice| Eye balls turning corners Scavenging the place| Oh!| We no longer have any use for company| Stare into the walls for they are the only things you'll need| Come closer as the bifocals uncover the stage| Release the hounds make him scream until there is no more left| One more is never enough multiply the sands| Create the castle| Then let the waves drain it away| The hurricane blow it away| The thunderstorms wash it awa...

The end of existence is only the beginning of a mental bondage with the soil from which we all rose| Last days become an everlasting recorded pixel| Those scriptures penned can only free your soul when nature is far from existence| The days pass by as the years fade past the months| Sitting lonesome| No one to hear your cries| No one to feel your pain| The sadness darkness caused| The flood from the rainy days| The eyes dissecting shadows| The eyes restating sorrows| Those illusions in the far feel like reality when happiness lacks| All you need is to dream for a better day| Then you will wake to a better tomorrow| For there are unfilled spaces in the masterpiece of your life's canvas left to paint|

Colorless within one color| Dismissed from the sound garden| One shake from three takes| No surprise of the reprise to the disguise with four eyes| Abstract conformed to retry| No more matter to gray| Bumps scratch red lines| More hair to disguise the image painted in paste| The paste re-entered by the toothache| The pain shackles bones| Splatters clones| Duplicating letters| Rearranging later| Endless colors starting at the line of the white matter| Enter the memory of a portrait splashed|

You have done so much without having to do anything| The presence of your being brought out my deepest feelings| In your presence I saw in me the boy who strides away| Holding in my thoughts from the ridicule I once fled| Forcing out my secrets in you I sought shelter| The protection I once begged| The agony I kept sheltered| You unlocked the code to my chest| Treasure hunting with you I saw the sunlight fade past the stars| The treasure I found in you is what kept hope inside my heart| Not one word assemble the sentences I feel for you become endless| The endless nights never seem enough| The toughest of my thoughts pale in comparison to the softness of your touch| Your eyes glow so ever bright| Your eyes show the eternity of my heart| My thoughts I hold you in| For the one day when I see you again| I hope you return the feeling so I can learn to love again|

There are no more periods in my sentences because the words never finish| Reiterating the same thought with every sentence| And reinforcing every plot with every painting| I see the hearts that stumble out blood| Broken and distraught| Cut into pieces| Lost in winds as they glide toward trees| Into soil| Which reproduce to introduce the earth to new love| It's what life is supposed to feel like| Coexisting with your outer beings| Mending a broken life that leads to a new beginning|

Keep it safe| Guilt free| Dissect the contamination from the black plague| Antibiotics working halfway| Halfway gone| Halfway is the freedom bell releasing calm| Infesting with noise| The building's closed!| Step off the premises! Hazardous waste surround the moat| No boat to steer on| The pain of the heartache seems gone| while the headaches from pain's guidance seem strong| The windows are closed| Bricks cracked in the middle begin to fall| One after another the holes grow| An empty vessel begins to form| The Bridge erodes| The wooden doors disassemble as the termites grow| Enter as you please| Much better off inside than outside with all those peasants drowning at sea|

It's so easy to fall behind| The long road and obstacles blocking your way| Hard days turn to lonely nights| No one in sight to see eye to eye| They don't seem to care whether you loathe or love| Always in the background never in sight| They don't notice nor wish to look back| Struggling to socialize mouth becomes paralyzed| Words stumble to a narrow path losing the tracks| So what if you don't blend in| If you see the image from a different view| Stand up and take charge| Stand up to take flight| Soar across the heavens| Observe the beauty that is beneath you| The trees and petals you couldn't see| Begin a new life| Morph into that bird soaring and gliding so ever free| The skies have no limit| Spread your wings endlessly| To the ends of this planet to conquer the galaxies| Search for those who see the world as you see| Those who share the same views| But don't shun those who see differently| Search for that openi...

Life passing by behind bars| Shackled his physical but not his message| His words travel through transmissions| Voice clear with passion| The passion for life| The passion for freedom| Not his own| But those who are not spoken for| You are the voice of the voiceless| And the eyes of the blind| The tapping on the shoulders of those who cover their ears choosing to tune out the cries| From you I've learned of the struggles in Africa| Asia| And my own backyard| From you I've learned to love those who do not have much| I was exposed to the truth| The suffering and injustice my school kept me from| A roaming mind| I never paid attention in class| Not believing what they said| I looked to you for advice| Knowing you would steer me in the right path| Follow the road to the castle and picket the fence| Picket with signs| With letters spelling out their lies| Cover the letters with the blood they splat| And speak with the yells of thos...

I want to live in a place where nights are warm| Days are cold| School is not just a place to lecture but a place to discuss views| Where you and I can argue and agree with only words| No place for abuse| A place where we all swim together and run across the land looking for shade beneath the trees| Where we learn from what we see not only what we hear| The land is an open page waiting for your words to fill| A place where we all hold hands and sing to a harmony for peace| Across every nation interlocked| An everlasting rainbow| glowing past the night|

We all dream of a better tomorrow| I often daydream of a better today| Sleepwalking on a clouded haze| Sheeps dressed as wolves jumping on an open field| A cow gliding over the half crescent moon| No nights nor mornings| Only afternoons| No tall buildings| No skyscrapers| A moss field with roses| On the right, an undiscovered rain forest| The left host the farms| And five miles, there's an ocean| No tyranny in sight| No need for politicians| No oil nor the need for cars| No government| Let nature control our lives| No television| No more propaganda misleading| I see the truth from my window| Everyone runs and shares the land| All living together sharing one rooftop| Eating the earth's offerings from the gardens| I see from the mountaintop a sun that shines so bright| Yet overcasts the skies| Light waves stumble across the waters| Dogs off leashes disobeying owners| A land of hopes and dreams| A land without borders| ...

Her beauty struck a chord| Presence whispered a note| Songs composed from her voice| Soothing melodies with every glance| A masterpiece in every stance| Her eyes glow in the dark| And face shines from the light| These words constructed from her sight| Look created an orchestra| Pianos playing in my hall| Violins gliding back and forth| -An old poem, thought ya'll might enjoy it.

The ink flows beyond the lines| Felt-tip left scars| Scribbles and stabs| Colours shine like a rainbow| The memories we froze| The words recorded in the memory of nature's essence| The life they give| The life we take| Often tortured| Tossed away| Memories erased, crunched away-| Shredded into pieces-| Left for dead| We do not remember, but they never forget| Chopped down for new land| Taken away from their land| Bare| Naked| Stripped| The nest no longer lay| Time for the inevitable which means time for our process-| Daily routine| We use them for information of stats and events| Our lives are dependent upon them| Our lives are unthinkable without them| I need you to express myself with emotions and stress| Uncanny how harsher technologies have eradicated you from our everyday| Less and less dependent upon them| We use televised broadcast and technology with which they are replaced| One good deed for a brainless feed| I sk...

You see the light shine bright on the other side| Try to catch it before it hides beyond the clouds| Shadows fallow as you stumble| One last breath as light runs away| Speed up to catch one last glimpse| Try to preserve its brightness for another day| Tears flow down as your last chance fades out| You know there is no option for another day| You reach the mountain top| Though the light lost its bright| No more life as you see your last days slowly fade away|

I saw eyes stare and scold with no remorse| Passing by making assumptions| Disdained prejudgments| Looking the other way| Never behind the page| They only skim| Never in search| The details they skip| Un-highlighted and overlooked| Can't bear to stare into the eyes crying out| overflowing with tears| They shun without questions| Not knowing the events that led to their present| To make them feel better they laugh and they mock| And spit on the streets they walk| That's their home!| The world forgot and left them with no hope| They pray to the sky hoping for light| It gets cold at night| Though not as cold as their hearts|