Sunday, April 27, 2014


or sunlight through
december fog or the way no
sense can be made from suicide

the idea of forgiveness which
seems to always be with me

what have i done in my life out of
kindness and what have i done
out of vengeance or even just
what have i done?

what have i allowed
others to do?

war becomes the
solution to fear

you fuck with god before
he can fuck with you

gotta mow down the weak
                               the starving
                               those opposed

live your life like a sick dog in
a small cage and
that’s what you become

you hurt
whoever loves you

you dream in shades of
green and grey

can’t spend you whole
useless life just drowning in
the desert but
at least you could try