m i n d.

 

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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.

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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. 

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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?

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