Truth Lies Behind the Eyes

You can pray for peace

the words will last

the words are pieced

beyond the past

but clothed this time

with bones and shoes

and thriving on the greys and blues

Nighttime marks its usual stars

in falcon's eye and sullen cars

but the answer lies, in otherwise

a far more fatal tune...

Fools in Power

It doesn't take more than a few seconds of news coverage to understand the basic state of the world. People are suffering and those in power seem to tuck it away so they don't have to deal with it. The new era we have entered makes it acceptable to be ignorant. There is also a more prominent divide between "us" and "them."

Within this divide, we encounter perspective. How does one see what I see and how do they make sense of it? Of course everyone has a different take on morals and values, but how does this ultimately translate to the decisions made over the people of a nation? What is just and moral to one person may be seen as savage to another, but common grounds are met to ensure cooperation from both sides. The problem is imbalance. When one side reigns over the other, and those without common sense are in power, conflict ensues and things turn a bit chaotic. I am angry with all that has happened and continues to happen within our world. I am angry with mindless decisions and fear that consume lives every single day. I am angry that people are supporting a person who does not and will never belong in office. At the same time, I understand, and it becomes clearer each day why these things keep happening. Humans are cyclical creatures. Time generates clockwise and history does the same.

"Another Day"

There's no space for your fingertips

so let them run and rule

a cold and faithless tool

to the leader and his loyal fool

There's no space for your feet to walk

so let them graze the sun

or crush down everyone

for the battle is never, ever won

There's no space for your eyes to see

so let them turn to rust

the essence falls to dust

for a gale or breeze or startling gust

There's no space for your heart to give

so let it fade away

the exterior decays

so the inside lives another day

Hope

In our world today, hope is regarded as a positive source of inspiration and faith. When one has hope, one has trust (or something of that nature) in an unforeseen outcome, and in this sense they possess strength. However, some disagree with this notion. Hope can be seen as a thread to which we hold on to for dear life. It is a thread that can be cut or tied stronger, depending on circumstance and will. It is in this idea that hope is torturous and cruel. Hope rests in the wish for a particular outcome, which roots itself in the unknown. Because of this, we are left to hold on to a thread, which will weaken or hold strong, without the certainty of either. This is the duality of hope.

"Shards"

Life was cascading twilight

in street-lit park benches

where dogs cease to fight

in feral shards of moonlight

where angels mourn a human's soul

and lose their gift of flight

It is sad to think of the dawn that follows

when all is exposed to sun

and bloody backs are turned towards everyone

Everything is daylight

Everything is seen

but the eyes are killed to bullet wounds

and all have lost their sight