Poetry
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Unclenching my fists to ease the stinging of thorns,
you brought me roses drying already by your touch
preciously decaying, beautiful even while dead
and so you will be
as i am
something brittle, turning into dust.
i’m screaming your name until i taste blood
so many wounds i bury only to grow
your scent lingers in my perfect field of daisies
surrounding the hole where my soul lies in sorrow.
-Whitney
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STATE OF THE ART -
hungry
they’ve gone mad.
there nothing more than man.
yet controlling what they can.
they program all their fans.
Oppresive news from the glowing box
a monolith it is not.
I fear no evil says this sly fox.
the mega culture rots.
they want your thoughts,
they want your days,
they want your being in every way.
if it can earn or make a buck.
they have herds and their in luck.
televising fear.
murders.
deaths.
and disasters all year.
into your minds they pry
and you don’t know or wonder why?
because the man atop the hill
just does it for the thrill,
he has your sons all paid.
waging wars and protecting his way.
and he shall not fear one man.
or two.
or many.
cause he has their kin.
blended in and ready.
his badge is big and gold and bold.
his intentions protect and serve is whats told.
how can that be?
i must be losing sanity,
sticking man in a cage?
like a zoo for profit?
in cells is where they lay?
I OBJECT your culture
man on the hill.
I will not rot because of your bill,
inside a cell, in a complex made for profit.
your the one who needs to stop it.
we cannot use the herb to ease the days,
yet drink we may?
whats the difference anyway?
well drink i wont.
but smoke i must.
don’t come here looking for your next big bust.
your not welcome is what i say.
this is my land.
and i do what i may.
I have not yet killed a single man.
yet everyday you do Big man.
Tobacco is your key,
to enslaving our humanity.
a habit we had to try.
forgot to tell us we might die.
until it was way too late.
leading to a cancerous fate.
people of earth just open your eyes.
stop obeying their malicious lies.
-Brandon
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Sophisticated creatures
they are Covered in Skin
yet upright they walk
gifted with patterns
the ability to talk
blessed with sight
and sounds they can hear
most of them confused
not thinking clear
sophisticated creatures walking the dirt,
selling each other pieces of earth,
once they were simple, now hounded with greed,
forced to own things they do not need.
-Brandon
