Capillaries
Maybe hearts were made to beat
Rhythmic, natures own law to maintain its natural order
pulsing organs
blood flowing through veins of blue haze and red oxygenated agony
Purple scars heal with time
strong little heart
strong little heart
but is cut through like paper and bleeds like a dying nation
by blades made of wickedness and cold metallic tasting pressure
Bones are made stronger than concrete
But are more fragile than man made ego’s and the teachings of self proclaimed God’s
Endemic art is made
wonderfully
Purposely crafted
sculpted skillfully
carved Masterfully executed to create beauty in the eyes of unseen beholders
Maybe eyes were made to weep
tear ducts well with poisonous images embedded into the minds of our children
laborous hours to create a dollar and 15 cents for gas that costs 6 dollars
Maybe hands were made to seek and not find
yield but not be listless like withered old souls
dying from lack of hope
starving sunken eyes
Abyssmal nuggets of truth escaping bitter rotten mouths
Bathed in insecurity and pain
Natures own natural order
Natures own natural habitat
Systemic old Jailer
full of wisdom and deceit
Guilty we are
sensitive we are
tired we are
angry we are
Wombs bare
Hearts empty
Minds full of volcanic ash
creating ruptures in the system
acid rain on self esteem of beautiful souls
beautiful people
Natures own natural habitat
Natures own natural order
Maybe lips were made for leisure
Roses of the fruit of my labour
Both the Plows and the seeds
smiles and grimmaces
Justice is given
Lungs were made for death
Air laced with pathogens and parasites
weeding into your willpower
conforming the minds of the weak
There is no cure for the empty
There is no cure for the fool
There is no cure for the self righteous
Natures own natural habitat
Natures own natural order