Color-codes are conferred upon
Misery visits its company among lost souls
Light eclipsed by objects of
artificially constructed desires
Choirs sing hymns of hopelessness and death
Stress inhaled simultaneously gun smoke
Shadows lurk, hidden in the dark
Bad days crying clouds over puddles
Idle minds persuaded by televised arguments
Truth legitimated by blonde wigs and blue eyes
Possibility peppered across the nightly sky
Brave hearts look to be embraced by the hereafter
Sunlight sits impatiently at the demise of darkness
Love blinding careful thoughts walking aimlessly
in a straight line
Brushes painting cold stories of resurrection
while highlighting the memorable untold
Masked faces in backgrounds speaking lectures
championing justice
Rivers flowing, delineating separate bodies of wisdom
that are harmoniously linked by
equidistant bridges
Coinciding with the moonlight, shines the spirit
that prays for showers of hope
At the moment the drop will rest on the head of the closed-mind,
possibility will emerge as victor
The promiscuous sound of peace will
kiss the antagonist's ear
Marching on with persistence
the soldier bears a message on her sleeve:
"May the World be healed of its wounds of Oppression"
I wrote this jawn about two years ago and I figured I'd post it up here. This is basically a "freestyle" so there's not necessarily any continuity to this piece, but there is a central theme that is running through it.
2 comments:
Let me be the first to applaud you for this one. It reads like an ingenius stream of conciousness. *kisses*
"The promiscuous sound of peace will kiss the antagonist's ear"
^^ I really liked that line. I like how your "freestyle" is anyone ele's sweat-and-blood poem that they would work on for a week.
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