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Things I Don’t Want to Write About

Throwing paint on this canvas

and seeing what it draws
maybe in between the splashes

people will see what I mean

more clearly then if it was just a picture
because these days man
what can be said that hasnt already been
what can be pushed that hasnt hit its limit

narcissisitc society
up on their self loathing thrones

begging the world to knock them down
but they would never get used to the taste of dirt
American haters

hating the veterans

the patriots

the old ones the new ones
making statements and making marches

like thats a new thing
on the eve of the last Independance Day

teething on their tethers coming that they dont see
burning down symbols

just like ISIS




And I sat by the window
watching the world outside burn
and how they got so unbalnced
they rejected all their liberties and blessings
and swallowed the victims lie

and their teeth gnashing they talked about love
and they talked about peace
and objectivity

then they burned Bibles and drew lines

and turned to me

and talked about being progressive and somehow I didn’t fit

and the respect for the any life that happened in our dark history

doesnt matter

and they made us pay


on the inside
ISIS didn’t have to get us
we did it ourselves
so much freedom and liberty

they didnt see
all those words only spoken
while for a moment they were free
useful arragonce and ignorance

in a brand new marxist society

Thrwing paint on this canvas
pictures I dont want to paint
throwing aroudn words
and letters i dont want to write

cover my ears and hide in my head
cutting off from social media

and maybe I found some peace on earth

or at least of spirit

the things that are mine
they cant take it
and cant change my mind

just like the ones in orange

not conforming for ISIS



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Maybe the Broken

Maybe broken only heals
Where the cracks happened
And maybe it takes a healer
Who doesn’t know the fractures
Whatever they say
But whatever gathers
In the meanings and connections
That somehow matter
And maybe we only grow
Where we find ourselves planted
But it takes the right kind of sun
In the place where we don’t want to be
But we don’t want to run
Don’t wanna with all the running that gets run
So it’s run again
Or pull out your branches
Stretching out and make some shade
For the next one
Someone behind you
Who might get played
Because maybe broken only heals
In the same place it got broken
And standing inside the fence
It made itself
Maybe those reasoned walls
Just became it’s own hell
So she stepped outside
And though the broken whole
Can’t go back again
Knowing what she knows
Understanding once broke healed
Healed just grows
And so she grows
And stepped outside
And feeling freer than some
Or freer than most
Sometimes fractures call
Her back
Back behind the walls
And looking back or
Looking in
Healing just looks forward
and begins again
Only the broken stay hidden
Maybe broken has to heal
Where it was hurt
And maybe that kind of growth
Is what they journey was worth

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