Slide show

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

losing our fathers

Losing our fathers
before its time
society passing judgement
tormeneted by yesterday
disposable fathers
grief changes shape
conversations that never ended
listening to silence

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Hate


The color of hate
Tools of the trade
Pointing fingers
Creating fear
Blaming them
The color of skin
Their gods

Our gods
Justifying hate
Realization death
Creating divide
Analyzing deceit
Nationalising color
Anger and fear

War is business
Making money
On death
Costing youth
As old men laugh
Blaming them
justicifcation

Monday, December 3, 2018

Dark water


Dark water
Cancelling democracy 
A Dystopian nightmare 
Tear gassing children 
Unvarnished bigotry 
Tyrannical president 
The toxic true
Building walls
Populist ideal
Pushing rights to the side
In the name of nationalism 
Guardians of freedom
A thin veneer
Neo-Nazis hiding behind 
Stars and Stripes
Ugliest prejudice of white nationalism 
Divide a nation
Just to control power longer

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

just another day


Every day
Loved one pass into the good night
Some with so much pain
It’s a relief
The fear leaves their faces
Acceptance sets in
Life was never meant to be fare
The world can be cruel  
In the end it’s all the same
In a hundred years
Who will remember your name?
The mistakes you leave behind
The lives you touched
A face in time
Man made constructs
Memories achieved by others
The hate justifying the means
An image that needed to be maintained
It was a good night
Summer dresses and beer
Nobody cares any more
Wish life turned out differently
The beauty in another sunrise
Regret a hangover in the wind

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Philosophers


Philosophers of death
Notes from a blind man
Living in history
Soldiers morally flawed
staring into space
The souls of the dead
Walking in the shadows
They hear the screams
In their dreams
 Epidemic of schizophrenic stories
Pilgrimage through all the brace casings
The wealthy getting rich 
Taxing the dead
Smiling at all the pain
That is what some people do
Justifying the blood under their nails
Blaming it on religion 
The colour of your skin
The fear in their eyes
Losing control
The president stands in front of a camera 
Saying something he believes to be true
As the ice melts
And the bodies pile up
Philosophers of death
Smiling at the camera 
As the smell of dying
lingers heavy in the air
Tasting like burning hair 
Saying something 
he wishes was true
Hate a tool 
Blame it on religion 
Blame it on the colour of my skin
Wrapped in a flag
You call it national pride
Burning all the books
Fire anyone that questions validity 
Blame it on disloyalty
Hate is your tool
A strategy to manipulate 
Say it over and over again
You will still hear their screams 
In shadows of your dreams

Monday, June 25, 2018

I dont have

I don't have any love
I don't have any love for you
I don't miss you
I don't miss you any more

Saying the same lines
Over and over again
Trying to convince myself
I think
This game of hide and seek

Don't miss drowning in your deceit
All those straight faced lies
Dare you stare down
Convincing me or convincing you

Mocking Valentines
The most ironic lovers day
Some days are hard to forget
Even driving down forget avenue
One shot make it go away
Two shot help forget that day
Three shots distracted for a little while
Four shots memories fade numb
Five shots make me sing that crazy song

Here we go
I don't have any love
I don't have any love for you
I don't miss you
I don't miss you any more







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Monday, May 14, 2018

the rage

the world in shadows
they want us in the dark
dragons behind every wall
rage wanting it all to burn
decisions defined by monsters
they tell their child
to fear the dark
easier to manipulate
you gave their futures away
molding them
to what they couldn't be
the actions of every man
good or bad irrelevant
the world is a dark place
impossible to see the light
they want us there
the rage building
volcano about to erupt
lashing out blindly
dragons laughing behind their walls
decisions defining fate
the casualties pain
just another tool
in a Public Relations campaign
dreams lost in the dart
happiness just a fantasy
drifting between borders
looking in the mirror
seeing the face of their father
fade into darkness
rage wanting all to burn