Moral
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Dear future self,
My journey began,
With a television show
I didn’t really know much
Such as to pitch a tent, eat outside, sleep outside
But, as I grow older and wiser I’ve learned
Bullets pierce the LGBTQ community
daily.
We saw the life stealing bullets
in Orlando,
but we forgot the spirit breaking bullets
in our words.
My parents taught me about their lives.
I do not care if the matter be dark or the tone grim.I care not if what is described be gore or sin.A well-turned phrase stirs attention deep within.
I do not say this merely on a whim.
In an indefinable world
Only able to transcribe
Sensations and experiences
Through words, sentences and phrases
A translation,
misread
Lead to schematics
Of life dynamics
There are lions in jungles that roar with pride.
There are snakes in the grass, they're sly, they hide.
There are sheep led by pastors, so fluffy and round.
The wolves are just hungry, they wander around.
Living in amber
Rigidly transfixed on them
They, the elitists
They have no idea
What He and the Devil
Portend to reveal
Change consumerism
The Sky is blue,And full of poo,falling, spiralling, down,from white and brown-speckledcreatures They call seagulls.
And the moral of this story is-Shit happens.
The still water ripples out
Air rushes against my frigid face
So still, the water, so calm. So unlike
the flight symptoms of running;
Pulsating through my veins.
The story of my life.
If I can't close my eyes and imagine the endless metaphors
there is no need for these eyes of mine
If I can't sway to the flows and effortless quotes that glide from mouths
"I would see you fail
Before I'd let us both
succeed,"
Thought one line of track
To the other,
As the train was derailed.
