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the unleashed

I am barbaric but fester even in brilliant minds.
I am the root of all that is deemed evil.
I don’t belong in this techno-world,
and, yet… I not only live
I thrive.
As your population explodes
I feast on your youth.
Education only disguises my numbers,
for once the books are discarded
I strangle all clear conceptions.

I whisper in the ear of the arrogant
and send good men off to war.
I stifle the fetus’ heart with learned hands
and drag black men to their death.
I clog your government
and tip the scales of justice.
I slaughter the lamb
and molest mother earth.

I swim in the ink of this fool’s pen
as he blames only me for society’s problems.
I will consume the world
for I am unleashed.

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alone in the car
alone in a cubical
alone under the highway underpass
kids screaming
can’t sleep
keep my head down
i wonder how mom is doing
pants are too tight
hair too short
i can’t believe i’m pregnant
i can’t believe i lost it
i can’t believe she’s finally here
missing the one i gave up
the days creep along
day’s almost over
shall i end it all
would anyone even care
i’m getting married
i want a divorce
i just wish someone was around
worthless
broken
homeless
depressed
what’s her name
should i take a chance
should i get high
should i take a nap
i’m here all around you
every second of every day
just acknowledge me
just accept my faults
just love me
because
i want you to know who i am
i need you to know who i am
i just want you…
i just want you…
to know who i am

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longing for you

my weary soul dreads the nights
full of haunts and bitter frights
of laughter, hugs, and smiling faces
drifting alone to faraway places
from dreams of life with little ones
an endless stream of reruns
i try with all my might
to find the glory in god’s light
i beg my god to comfort me
but he never hears my plea
my yearning tears a hole
in the fabric of my soul
to hold them near
or perhaps disappear
to set them free
of all that’s me
to grow beyond
my bond
due to
my luv 4 u

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forsaken

memories kick my ass
screaming, punching, holding nothing back
i fall in agony
i pray in disbelief
at what i’ve become
that a man who once was
now barely a shadow of what is
god
i hate you
for leaving me alone
to face
this
this
this emptiness that held all i had
that
in the utter blackness of my soul
pages have been ripped out
destroyed beyond repair           of
religion’s scotch tape
i just want to punch something
for the happenstances of my life
detoured off my plan
my plan
what became of my plan
yes
what became of my plan
god
i hate you
for leaving me alone
to venture
on your path
why have you forsaken me?

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Yahweh

Gray cotton clouds blot a blue sky,
plastering Yahweh’s forgotten canvas with ambiguity.
Angels with heavy silver wings and golden trumpets cry
while perched atop a rotting church steeple,
as the kingdom settles for death.
The flock stuffs their day full of busy work:
computers, tablets, phones, soccer games, meetings,
coffee houses, karate classes, blogging, sharing, posting,
tweeting, camping, fishing, shopping, dancing,
movies, tv shows, traffic, biking, and sex.
Man stands triumph, apathetic to the blood dripping from his fingers.
Eve, raped and dead, lies at his feet.
Adam, conquered, hangs from the barren conscience tree.
Heat, from a raging fire, disperses tattered holy pages,
encircling man as he feeds the flame
with the wood from a shattered crucifix.
The chip replaces the Eucharist.
Heaven sags with a heavy snow.
No more saints and martyrs.
Not an anti-christ, but anti-belief, arrogance, and a soulless heart.
Ole’ glory rustles in the cold wind;
while the Christ, who struggles, unnoticed, to still save man,
prays for the forgiveness of their sins.
Yahweh’s creatures: deer, geese, cattle
dolphins, sheep, lions, bears, and babies
litter the landscape as casualties of man’s final crusade.
Performing as they please, ignoring each other, looking out for number one…
Man cleanses his hands of the blood
and constructs his own alter of technology.
No tombstone will grace this loss, for the faith had long been forgotten.
Man follows his intelligence, driving in his computerized automobile,
eager to be home to manipulate the mouse
and pay homage to infinite information on the Internet.

The prophet Isaiah marches across the waste,
proclaiming the words of Yahweh:

“Since these have chosen their own ways
and taken pleasure in their own
abominations,
I in turn will choose ruthless
treatment for them
and bring upon them what they fear.
Because, when I called, no one answered,
when I spoke, no one listened;
but they did what was evil in my sight,
and chose what gave me displeasure,”

until he kneels next to the pleading savior,
who raises his eyes towards heaven,
knowing there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth
because humanity has sealed its fate…

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