April 27, 2023

your hands busy cleaning off the

wonderful excrement of ones

disastrous means of escaping

those around you, moving your

mind into darkened light, hearing

screaming and yelling without a

means of caring, oh tortuous

soul unknown to oneself seeking

others that believe we are all one

creation without an opening of

your mind to see the real reality

created by the 1% to contain and

abuse those of silent hopes

that can be easily manipulated

without screams of loss, a pride

once respected now with wilted

fork tongues you rise to your

rightful place your voice in anger

and hopes not lost for one must

respect a man that finds others 

of no honesty for everything is a

separation from each other as we 

shrink into a mystery of one's only

life disintegrating, watching them

our inner tortuous narrow eyes

seeking another means of escape