​If I could stop you I would

If I could stop you I would

If I could stop you I would

Illustrate your evils,

your works and bad deeds.

Stand up tall, eye to eye

Sacrifice all, be willing to die

If I could stop you I would

 

If I could stop you I would

 

If I could stop you I would

Shout and scream

Riot in the streets

Rally my people to a war-cry

For your defeat

If I could stop you I would

 

If I could stop you I would

 

If I could stop you I would

Clear away the fog of your lies

Bring down your tower,

Stop Fascism’s reprise.

If I could stop you I would

 

If I could stop you I would

 

If I could stop you I would

Use words as my shield,

Sonnet as my spear,

Create works of protest,

That make you cower in fear.

If I could stop you I would

 

If I could stop you I would

 

If I could stop you I would

Raise an army of poets,

Painters, and musicians

We’d write songs, tell stories,

Paint scenes foretelling your fall.

If I could stop you I would

 

If I could stop you I would

 

If I could stop you I would

Protect what is sacred.

Bring about a renaissance of change

End the racism, hatred,

The violence committed in your name.

If I could stop you I would

 

If I could stop you I would

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Gestation

Pig (Sow) confined in an abusive gestation crate.
Pig (Sow) confined in an abusive gestation crate.

Look beyond the bars of my six by two world.

See me as a mother, a daughter, a girl.

Pregnant, imprisoned, unable to move;

Terror growing faster than the litter in my womb.

I will carry my young three months, three weeks, and three days;

I’ll never see my children, or life, outside of a cage.

My babies were bred to suffer horrifying fates.

So that heartless people will have unneeded bacon on their plates.

A victim of gluttony; this is my life, my misery, my sorrow.

This vicious industry will impregnate me again tomorrow. 

Unjustified

cow waiting to die
Go vegan, for your health, the environment and the animals.

Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m yours;

Your property, your pleasure, your victim forever. 

Can you justify the actions you take?

The exploitation and murder? The pollution you make?

Birthed for profit, torment, anguish and fear;

My brethren are slaughtered by the billions each year.

Look me in the eyes and tell me why I have this tag in my ear.

 

Feckless Words

Romeo and Juliet Statue
Image by: Captured Synchronicity

Wasting my life spinning circles; lost in the void.

Never quite sure, am I lost or is this all?

Searching blindly in the abyss for any sign of relief.

In my darkest hour, she saves me from the fall.

A shining beacon beckoning me in the night.

The star that guides me back to life.

She’s my navigation; my guiding light.

Feckless words fail to illustrate my despair in her absence. 

 

 

Breath of Burden

Breath of Burden
Image by: Captured Synchronicity

I wish I was dead; the thought greeted him as reliably as the sun each morning, and like a loving mother tucked him in snugly to bed each night.

The air was heavy, dense. Death wasn’t his desire, it was his escape.

His days consumed by unexplained loneliness; hiding in a crowd of friends.

His nights filled with anxious thoughts and suicidal ideation; waiting for the end.

His lungs felt tired and weary; gasping from their interminable duties.

Undesirable, broken, and  unloved; he knew only he was to blame for these feelings;

Love is never owed, Love is only earned.

The air is thick as he pulls it into his lungs; his chest feels compressed under the burden of a breath.

Another day greets him with misery; yet he smiles through thoughts of death.

He suffocates even as he inhales again; useless efforts, his will diminished.

Unable to find relief, it isn’t air he needs; yet still he breathes.

 

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Misery Stains and Woe

Misery Stains and Woe
Image by: Captured Synchronicity

Ever the failure, consumed by woe;

My logical brain knows, but I can’t let this go.

Rationality says think happy thoughts, and it should be so.

Pleasant musings to drown out unrelenting sorrow.

When I try to find the words to describe my pain

My world falls apart and my misery stains.

Caustic blood of the day burns holes in my veins

As my insecurity flourishes and catastrophe reigns.

 

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Hiding From Silence

Cemetery image
Image by: Captured Synchronicity

The sound of silence; so fleeting and brief;

For some it is a welcome and wanted relief;

A reprise from societal cacophony and grief.

 

Their minds longing for the quiescence from commotion.

Idle time to reconcile; to inventory emotion.

They flourish, they grow; floating upon an existential ocean.

 

The sound of silence; so ephemeral and sweet.

Yet my soul withers with every heartbeat.

This moment of peace obscured by discerning defeat.

 

My mind recoils from the deficit of distractions;

Thoughts paralyzed; crippled by anxious traction.

The void in my being filled with self-doubt and depression.

 

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