Something in the airSomething in the air9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there's madness in the air
there's chaos everywhere
the children cry
the helpless die
they're fighting over there
there's sadness in the air
there's hatred everywhere
why won't they quit
why not admit
the best way is to care
there's poison in the air
there's bias everywhere
when will we learn
when will all yearn
for freedom - would we dare
there's something in the air
there's sorrow everywhere
this human race
this one shared space
I wonder how we'll fare
To a BrotherLord, lift up this lost brotherTo a Brother3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into your hands
Tell him what is wrong
Show him where he stands
You have sent him to Babylon
But he still refuses your promise
This man's heart is in danger
Turning to idols for solace
May his pride lessen
And his spirit strengthen
Direct him on the right path
Prepare him for Heaven
I pray for this brother
That he settles for what is best
Lord, fight with him through
His life's biggest test
Poem - The Gray of WarThe Gray of WarPoem - The Gray of War5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 054 – 20141116
I say back.
You say white.
Battle lines drawn.
I am in the right,
and you are in the wrong.
How did we arrive here?
Too much pain sustained.
Too many sleights imposed.
Enough is enough.
You will no longer be unopposed.
The battle has begun.
We will assume the enemy's ways.
It worked for them, it will work for us.
Their tactics were brutal,
our version is necessary.
Fire will fight fire.
Have no fear, this is only temporary.
Take no prisoners says the leaders.
Maximum casualties are guaranteed.
There will be no wounded.
Scorched earth will be the policy.
Our dead speak in united congregation.
We must exact your extermination.
The day ends,
our work is done.
Vengeance has been granted,
and we must have won.
So says mute testimony by the dead,
sadly there is nobody left to bury the departed.
I was black,
and you were white.
You were my enemy,
and I was yours.
Now we are no more, our blood is one,
and all that is left is th
A Vacation to a Strange Realm Awoke the Goat Man from his grave,A Vacation to a Strange Realm6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where he felt the presence of humans that day.
Feeling their emotions, their conformist ways.
Oh how it had sickened him in every way.
How can these flesh walkers be so blind,
To all their thoughts that are confined?
Easily controlled yes they are,
a bandwagon parade, almost every day.
Goat Man knows why this is, and with a thought,
he thought like this!
A like minded individual, keeps a like mind,
while the unlike goes on, to aspire in time,
and with their brain, now fully grown,
their words like strings to a guitar.
They pluck their strings to the like mind,
and with glee the like mind listens.
and with that the unlike weaves it's strings,
it's strings now a web, and in this web lays the like.
This analogy soon disappeared yes it did,
as said before the Goat Man was sick,
he had hoped for a vacation, but a vacation he had not
Poem - You HumanYou HumanPoem - You Human14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bonus Poem for Day 060 – 20141122
Through the hazy window
I see your world in shadow.
I see only the maligned,
little do I know of your kind.
I see you as less than human.
Lack of empathy is illusion.
You have the tears of joy,
you have the scars of pain.
Can I understand your way
within the breadth of my Lord's Day?
Moral high ground laid low,
poor substitute for knowing.
I cannot speak honestly,
I have no authority.
An intellectual slum,
to speak would show me dumb.
A disconnect exists here,
Your way of life is what I fear.
Can I live your private life,
if I only see there strife?
Please forgive my ignorance,
my fear is the hindrance.
You deserve recognition,
this has become my mission.
No more this war of hate,
the discord must abate.
My own I must defy,
you are as human as I.
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