As It Spreads

The disease of fear,
Bringing so many tears,
Coninues to spread,

Across the nation.
On every station.

Can it be blocked?
Is there something we can adopt,
As a culture to stop,
The contiued spread?

Across the nation.
On every station.

Behind every color is a man,
Whose fear pushes his hand,
If only we could understand.

Across the nation.
On every station.

But as a man lies dead,
All we can see is red,
The mistake was too great,
You cannot forgive in hate,
As the escalation spreads.

Across the nation.
On every station.

 

Inspired by the events in connection with the deaths of Alton Sterling (7/5/2016), Philando Castile (7/6/2016), and the 5 Police Officers shot in the Dallas Shooting (7/6/2016).

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I Fear…

I fear the man in blue,
walking towards my door.

I fear the man whose black,
that I’ve never seen before.

The TV shows the violence,
The stereotypes fill my head,
Will this encounter,
End up with me dead?

I fear any resistence,
Will cost me my head.

I fear any weakness,
will have me shot instead.

The TV shows the violence,
The stereotypes fill my head,
Will this encounter,
End up with me dead?

I fear the words,
that I must lawfully say.

I fear the action,
that I must now outlay.

The TV shows the violence,
The stereotypes fill my head,
Will this encounter,
End up with me dead?

The gun is drawn,
Panic spawns,
Now a man is dead.

 

Inspired by the events in connection with the deaths of Alton Sterling (7/5/2016), Philando Castile (7/6/2016), and the 5 Police Officers shot in the Dallas Shooting (7/6/2016), in particular the video released by Mr. Castile’s finance after the shooting.

50 Cell Phones

50 cell phones ring,
In a night club in Orlando,
Trying to reach 50 people,
Who will never come home.

America has a moment of silence,
Before the bickering begins,
All the while the families are in a nightmare,
That will never end.

I don’t know if you’ve watched the news,
In the last few years or so,
But the violence is escalating,
No sign of it to slow.

So let over 50 cell phones ring,
In all 50 states.
For every voice that was silence in that club,
Let the government know that we’re irate.

How can so many other countries,
Not have the same problem as ours?
What can we do differently,
To protect those in our hearts?

Stop demanding that we sit at home,
And pray that it goes away.
Because while we wait for miracles,
50 cell phones ring today.

Based on events as  described here: http://www.cnn.com/2016/06/12/us/orlando-shooting-as-it-happened/

How to help: http://time.com/4365295/orlando-shooting-pulse-nightclub-victims-help/

The Fight

The hopelessness and failure seep into my soul.
At this time I should be happiest, all I see is tarnished gold.

I know it is my demons, rising up from out their graves,
Surging with renewed strength, hoping I will cave.

The depression of my past, the self-hatred lying there,
I struggle with it desperately, trying to get air.

I know I’m not a failure,
I know hope still exists,
I just have to find it,
As the knife of darkness twists.

Fallen

I am not on the verge,
I’m not playing with fire.
By the time I noticed,
I had already fallen.

My heart ripped from my body,
Fraying at the scars,
I bleed into my open hands,
And he holds out his arms.

There’s nothing so painful,
But I didn’t stop it from happening,
Because as bad as it hurts now,
It felt so good falling.

And I would fall again,
Just as I’ll leave it outside my chest,
Because as much as it hurts,
I can’t help but hope for the best.

The One that Got Away

The hunt.
The chase.
The thrill.
The spark of something true.

The rejection.
The pain.
The loss.
The craving for something you once knew.

Then you meet her.
The one that chooses you.

So comfortable.
So close.
A best friend,
That pulls out new sides of you.

Then you see that spark again.
And rush to the chase.
Only to have rejection,
Quickly thrown in your face.

And when you return,
She no longer chooses second.

And you are left alone,
With only her last words to quote,
That when you chase two rabbits,
You will lose them both.