m i n d.
war.
War is a self-hatred battle
Where people take out their anger on others.
Expect no brotherly love, even between brothers.
Not one of them realizes that the person they’re killing in hate-filled action
And violent reaction
Is just that, a person.
Probably a son or father
Or most likely a mother or daughter
That got pulled into this blood bath mess
By just a simple phone call when she was getting fitted for a wedding dress.
This same person falling to the ground with a bullet in their chest
Got the news that his wife had their baby
And she’s staying up all night thinking that just maybe
He might not die.
None of this would have to happen if we opened our eyes
To look clearer
And realize that the person were really shooting is in the mirror.
drip.
Drip. Drip.
The water would just drip.
No matter what, dripping was the mission.
My eyes glared at the faucet with suspicion.
How could it just sit there and drip?
Drip. Drip.
A single beat it would not skip.
It wasn’t slow, rather it was quick like a quip.
My eyes scanned it’s curvy body.
It was just so gaudy.
Drip. Drip.
The sound captured my attention with a whip.
But how? How could it just fall so effortlessly,
Licking it’s bottom generously
With nature’s good willing kiss.
The handle turned forward and the kiss turned from bliss
To a sharp, hateful hiss.
The handle turned again quickly,
The burn of the whiskey
dissipated to nothing.
Silence. Silence.
This was more painful to hear than a demilance.
life choices.
When it comes to life, we have many decisions to make
And choices to create.
Whether it is the color of the shirt you wear
Or if you want to go to the movies or the fair.
These choices will prove to be easy at first,
But once you grow older they will tend to get worse.
Instead of colored shirts, it is college
And deciding if you have the right knowledge
On how to raise children
Because of that one crazy night with a girl that was brazilian.
But fret no more, you will soon choose between more things
Like voting between two kings
And where you fit in most.
But I must warn you, listen close
To what I’m about to say.
Never stray from your responsibilities and leave them at bay.
I plead this to you by reason of
The verse previous, up above:
For when it comes to life, we have many decisions to make
And choices to create.
I leave this pick now up to you,
Which color shirt, red or blue?