brian, 2 february 2012
As life becomes more about wrong versus right / I'm floored by the difference I'm seeing tonight / I'm moved by the heartache thats squeezing my core / I'm leveled and more than that - severed and torn / Cuz a day without care - is a day to yourself / if the worlds unaware- it's a world beyond help / If everyone did what they could to assist / I'd be writing a poem about that and not this / Each smile you make - ten people are crying / Each day that you waste - there's someone who's dying / For every luxury suped-up sedan / there's a homeless kid laying where you wouldn't stand / But this aint a poem to place blame on the blessed / Or to question a God who would stand for this mess / It's an ode to the hearts of the conciously dead / and it's words on a page to be felt and not read / Not simply a question but rather an answer / Cures for the causes - not cures for the cancer / The world that we are versus who we should be / Thats the difference between the indifference I see
brian, 2 february 2012
The pen in my hand is a snake in disquise
helping others pretend - helping me to seem wise
The notebook beneath me is simply a whore
who prefers to be "filled up" - replaced - then ignored
The words that I choose - they're like double-edged swords...
they suggest brighter days by acknowledging storms
And the poems that these storms will produce - cause a flood
by re-opening wounds and re-tasting the blood
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