Mankind
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God will only find you in death,
Your life won't matter to him.
The help that you expect
Is shortcoming with every breath.
I had a dream nothing mattered,
Time just plays with us
Home, Farewell, amongst the inevitable rubble
As the nights fall does the ground darken
Home, Farewell, amongst the oil black ground
accompanied by the sound of a muffled radio
the shade of our skin,
the color of our eyes,
the shape of our noses,
the way our hair falls,
things we don’t decide
yet they seem to be
deciding factors in how we see eachother,
As I stare into the mirror, I see a reflection, but the face that stares back at me is not my own, it’s the face of mankind looking straight through my soul. His eyes have seen many deaths, and witnessed many tragedies.
To keep ourselves from going mad, we tell ourselves little lies.
"He didn't mean it in that way, it was an accident, it's my fault, he didn't know what he was doing".
We're spreading the odors
Name calling like ogers
World full of freeloaders
Bloaters
Sugar coaters
Quickly speeding others gears
Like motors
She's a true devoter
Motivater
I sit and ponder to the melody of muse,
Doth time control all, or am I misguided?
For if any soul be more than a mindless misuse,
and while passion’s crucial catalyst remains undecided,
Silent bliss and noisy joy, there's no method to the madness.
A question with no complete answer.
A tree standing as a soldier on the front lines
dives into a burning ocean
of glorious flickers and flames:
A tree that does not make a sound,
because nothing is there to hear it splash.
I demand change.
In these twisted, damaging days.
Where women are afraid to leave for work
for fear of merciless rape
Where people of color
cannot receive a fair wage
Love is infiniteBound by nothingCreated by manDemolished by noneLove is finiteBound by the consciousCreated by the heartDestroyed by betrayal
A man walked into a room (yes, it starts like a bad joke) and showed me a thousand pictures.
I beieve in the strength of mankind
the unity we create
the power only one person can have
A dream.
Something I came up with.
It came from my imagination.
A fantasy.
Can it be real?
Something I can touch.
It came from the earth.
A reality.
A lie.
Mankind had lost its heart
Ideas and pride split them apart
Brothers and Sisters had lost their connections
As they blindly stride to two different directions
The siblings assault each other's mind
You might as well fuck
For virginity, if you war
On account of peace.
Life is full of irony.
Fraught from the plurality of man
Uniformity mistaken for marching to your own beat.
We are imperceptibly bound
by the common chords of our humanity;
colored threads weaving
a rich tapestry of shared experience.
Our similitude outshines our differences;
