sarcophagus…

sacophagus

a flattering façade
an appealing symbolic life
attracting treasure hunters
beneath the ceremonial wrapping
the rotting flesh of reality

 

 

but one voice…

but one voice...

can’t hear
own
thoughts
too much noise
trafficking
from
lies and hate
masking out
voices
in
pain
homeless dreams
some
wrapped
in
the currency
of
war
but
what
can
one voice
do
to rise
above
war’s cacophony
of
misery
though
a simple solution
one
could join
the choir
of
hope
sending forth
words
of
unwavering
belief
in tomorrow
that
grasps
the minds
of
social sinners
like
an old gospel hymn
swaying
the coldest heart
towards
redemption
or
offer up
such a sweet solo
of
truth
so
powerful
that
the walls
of
deception
crumble
into dust
revealing
all
that was hidden
that
my friend
is
what
one voice
can
do
so
rejoice

 

 

mankind…

mankind

we are dead stardust
catastrophic remnants
orphans of the universe
perhaps that explains
our inhuman behaviors

blood brotherhood…

there’s blood soaked dollars
lying inside the white house
though not reported
a few select senators
also share the blood bounty

 

ain’t gonna steal your limelight…

now
i’m not one
to
talk
or
hold grudges
but
i’m looking forward
to
pissing
on
your grave
and
it won’t matter
if
they swear
you’ve
been saved
cuz
i’ll
do so
not
in
the name of
the father
son
or
holy ghost
but
in
the name
of
those
who
were
maimed
murdered
or
crucified
in
your name
so
i’m sure
you can see
this
ain’t about me
it’s
still
all
about
you