My fellow man

I cannot suffer and die for you,
I need my life,
my love.

You will have to find your wisdom,
your war,
and your waste,
in another place.

The great bards of old
have foretold
of the downfall of all.

I agree,
of course,
it is simple logic.

The world will fall.
But when it does,
I intend to be in love.

A father,
or grandfather,
with my wishes fulfilled.

Backlit

Regret is like a shadow,
a pall chasing current light.
It feeds on loss and sorrow,
overpowers joy with blight.

Never will it cease to chase,
until it is cut with the sword.
That means,
acceptance of one's penance,
and resolute movement forward.

Pain and sorrow stalk us,
every moment of our lives.
It's up to every man and child,
to stand against the tide.

Soliloquy For William Whitted

I shame you,

not because you are weak,

but because you are strong.

Somebody hurt you,

and that was wrong.

But they saw nothing,

and you see everything.

To have that vision,

to see the atoms,

and give up?

I spit on you.

You are weak.

and strength,

the strength of mind,

that might save us!,

You took for granted.

It was hard,

and you quit on yourself,

And you, were, weak.

Do not blame the tide,

if you refuse to swim.

Idle time

So why would you think this is the way to be healthy?

I see you wanna build bridges,

 get rich and be wealthy.

But I try,

I try to talk to you,

to make you see,

There aint nothing takes the place of L.I.F.E.

I’ll never know the reason why the weak won’t walk,

They sit back and play the station and they talk the talk,

But wishes ain’t fishes and without food you starve.

Poor scrape by in prosperity, but in adversity its hard.

You see, people don’t equate poverty with death,

Their spoiled brains are boiled from advertisers breath.

But the past 200 years,

They’re an anomaly.

Take it from me,

You can conquer many things.

But never history.

fear of starvation

So why would you think this is the way to be healthy?

I see you wanna build bridges,

 get rich and be wealthy.

But I try,

to talk with you,

make you see,

There ain't nothing take the place of L.I.F.E.

I’ll never know the reason why the weak won’t walk,

They sit back and play the station and they talk the talk,

But wishes ain’t fishes and without food you starve.

Poor scrape by in prosperity, but in adversity is hard.

You see, people don’t equate poverty with death,

They spoiled brains are boiled from advertisers breath.

But the past 200 years,

They’re an anomaly.

Take it from me,

You can conquer many things.

But never history.

Dissent bubbles up

I’m running so fast,

 but I can never catch up.

It’s like I just keep applying,

 but I can’t get in the club.

Because my mind is small,

 and their waters run deep,

Because they’re wearing Gucci

and my threads is cheap.

I'll have no rest,

and I'll have no sleep.

So, I keep on running

and think to myself,

damn I wish my life was like something else.

Cause, I’m swimming all day

 just to barely stay afloat.

While, super powered barons

 sit safely in boats.

Well my muscles are tired

 and it might be wrong,

But, I think I can capsize them

'cause I know I’m strong.

Then rules are imposed,

just to keep me in line.

But obeying those rules,

just proves one to be blind.

I see no problem with wealth

so long as it does not enslave,

But the wise men who rule me

watch me sink beneath the waves.

So what happens then,

 when a fair system isn’t fair at all?

Do you follow the rules?

Will you meekly fall?

Or do you fight the system,

and incur its wrath?

Or do you rise from within,

 and join in the blood bath.

And if you aren’t so strong,

 what then do you do?

Shall your children dig ditches

like the other wretches too?

Competition is natural,

as is privation and death,

but the bitterness is growing,

each time I draw breath.

So look down while you can,

you elite of man,

you see not the fate of myself,

but the fate of your land.

To surrender is to be blind

Third eye open again,

Mind to body to word to pen.

When can life have meaning for all?

When the face of God removes the black pall.

There’s a black cloud hanging,

and many are blind.

The rot smell is spreading,

the weak are left behind.

Now it’s time to act,

Now it’s time to feel.

Now numbness is a fact,

Now many just spin wheels.

With people going nowhere,

all stay stuck snared.

Waking up is hard,

with consciousness impaired.

But when minds don’t return,

whole civilizations burn.

The third eye must spread light,

And all good men must not sleep but fight.

The literate (accent mark)

Intelligence is a thing that makes smart people feel important,

They’re not,

They’re pawns of fate like everyone else,

It’s rot,

Smart people are fools like fools are smart people.

We’re all prisoners of the fate that decreed us death.