Wednesday, April 4, 2012

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—  


Saturday, March 24, 2012

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.