A Poetic 45 – Week 01

A week in, a weak one, and here we are, oh look, radiating sun

The Earth turns upon Axis, once more, has it won, and yet neither here nor there will we be, until the death of this sun

So small, is each life, so vast, why build strife?  Why build walls?

What point is it to divide?  To conquer?  Questions I ask, yet so many questions, I myself have failed to ask and live so who I am, when in a way, I have also lied, in essence create divide?

Protagonist in chief, no antagonistic thief, media thievin’ ya, but when governance fails to uphold the standard of human decency, who is it, brother, oh sister, that be deceivin’ ya?

Who is it that be deceivin’ ya?

A week in, a weak one, and here we are, oh look, radiating sun…

 

The Gavel

I am a nothing but Moth

And you? You act like you wear the Cloth,

While here I am drifting further into the fiery depths

Of flames, burning along with every Sinner before & to come next

Put down your judgments, I know THE name…

But in my three eyes, we’re all the same

Transcend in Spirit? Mired in pain?

Nothing but stardust, a flesh & bone connection

Every last one of us, seeking Higher direction

Put down your judgments, I know THE name…

Fuck this (insert)

Fuck that (insert)

People, causes, beliefs, systems

All falling to grace, nothing but a bunch of lames

Put down your judgments, I know THE name…

I am a Moth

Mired in Pain

Looking for Direction

Are we the same?

Put down your judgments, I know THE name…

Note: THE = HIS = HER = SPIRIT = Your choice