reality calls

RePlacing an abortive smile with ashes. Failing to rise like Phoenix rising from concrete.

Death poses as freedom
Love reveals itself in chains 
As I risk asses the colors of abscess
I see green
Ner pastures 
For roasting my hen
And raising my chicken
It isn't enough to dream
I woke up screaming
Despaired that my vision 
Escapes me
That my reality consist of 
A life in chains
Owned by vain vapid
Veinless brainless
White America fight America 
But we threw away our coloring books
So I'll refrain from 
Causing stains
Further in our erased
Memory of the color palette 
And instead divert your attention to
My train wreck
Fresh from self inflicted wounds
Too much confidence in world 
Too little confidence in self
Yes my train remains evident
Through track marks
Not of drug kind, or weave kind
But the weave of time
A broken record 
Of broken dreams
It seems I'm the only one who
Let their memo fall to the wayside
Who spam boxed and greyed thy
Warnings that life is never what it seems
When one foots left in a dream world.
This poem is about: 
Me

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