Of Justice

 “Oath Forsaken”

L-A-W, is to be upheld

But who-are-you to tell me I am un-law-ful?

That my Voice is out of  line

That my Voice carries too far—

That it’s time I learned to Speak softer…

Your badge is power given by The People to protect

     —Protect human rights laid down in the Constitution

Freedom to speak is one of those amendments

     —So WHY must I amend what I’m sayin’?

Your voice is just as strong as mine SAVE for fear,

No one says how far Out of line you have stepped

But you can keep on steppin’—

If you do not wish to hear what I have to say

About the lack of wisdom in your words

Carrying farther than my Voice truly RAISED

In illustration, and not in frustration

All L-A-W-S must be upheld—

And by ignoring my rights, officer

You.      Have.      Failed.

Of Fear

                     "ESCAPE"                                        

Rain rapidly hits the rooftops,

A liquid mirror, to mask my heart

Beating faster—

The vibration of my footsteps

Pounding against the pavement

Are echoed by the thunder                                                                             

Breaking the sky,

As I, myself, am breaking

The cruel laughter from behind

Is the only factor in my mind

Making me run, run faster—

The storm seizing the night

Has swallowed the cry of my voice,

Robbing me of its protection

Subjecting me, to the nightmare of a dream

In which I cannot run, run faster—

Monsters have closed in

Ripping away, my feet from under me,

Extinguishing the Sun in me

Yet, my heart is still running,

Running away, running faster—  

Plastic City

Disappointment is a bitter taste stained upon my tongue,

Not one fresh drop of hope can wash away the pain I feel by being cast out

Outcasted from the friendship I thought I had and thrust into by Reality--

Repeatedly raped of my innocent trust to be cared for, as much as I care for.

Broken upon the edge of facts, fractures have me healing slowly, deformability

By the careless hand, proving a point, I am changed--

The heart of me wants to forgive and believe once more,

But my mind has been dominated to fear ever being caught so vulnerable again.

The fond friend you repeatedly abused is forgotten where you left her--   

I arise! A survivor of the Plastic City.

A Dream Before Cities

There is an unbearable silence threatening to drown my very mind.

There is a cherished moment disappearing into penetration of time.

.

The seconds seemed to linger, as you crossed my path,

and I compare them to a dream.

.

Pity...about dreams is I always wake,

and in a few seconds longer, you no longer linger...

.

You moved with the crowd,

Leaving me surrounded in a hallway filled with wordless noise.

.

And those steps you've taken, brought my own heart to breakin',

For every stride from me, has moved us cities, Apart.

.

RN

The Waiting Room

Tick. Tick. Tick.
"Where is the damn tock?"

The balance of my world is thrown, without the slight anti-tick groan,
Of a clock.
Every second seems to only repeat itself as the last.

The Hand may even be moving from second forty-four, to second forty-thress.
As I feel some High Tech Being, laughing at me,
My anger rises fast.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

"Where is the dam doc?"

The sanity of my world is torn, watching the Emergency door,
Which I stock.
Every image blurs in my eyes but of that knob.

Nothing else may even exist except my plastic chair and cup of coffee.
As I feel some of my hope helplessly disappearing,
My heart aches in throbs.

Tick. Tick. Tic--
"Doc!"

The relief comes rushing in, with his reassuring grin.
As he walks.
Every waiting moment is soon forgotten, but of his good news.

The Hand moves freely from second fifty-six, to second fifty-seven.
As I feel some Graceful Blessed Being, smiling upon me from Heaven,
I forgive the damn clock.

The Understanding State

Back in a time of day,

Before one couldn't think straight,

Before one was too troubled,

For someone they once cared,

I'll meet you there....

Back in those memories,

After two mutaully had hate,

After two pushed through the rubble,

For an understanding state,

Shared,

I'll meet you there....

Back in my present,

Now one rests gravely to fate,

Now one carries double,

For a friend's dead weight,

Bared,

Because you're not there....

JM

The Devil's Escape

JANAY SAYS:

And I hate how I'm supposed to be forgiving

*** SAYS:

i don't think you are

JANAY SAYS:

forgiving?

gee thanks.

*** SAYS:

no
i don't think you are supposed to forgive him

JANAY SAYS:

of course I am

I just hate feeling so
down.

lost lost lost

dying dying dead

=P

The night comes to an end.

for the first time sun doesn't rise

The world is viewed from bloodshot eyes
Can't
keep this form,
Want to be free,

of life in a storm.

Saving saving--too late
Can't
get past a keyless
gate.
hahaha I'm insane...

But we all knew that, right? This just came from a night that was hard for me. Having the poem come out of no where, I had to post it here. Without some of it's context, I felt I'd be cheating it.