Poetry

The hand

It is the hand

that holds me

it is the hand

i touch

it is the hand

that calms me

it is the hand

i love

17

Deny

Do you know

where you go

when you sleep

with those hollow eyes

that deny the rights

of the thoughts

that had a dream

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What is it

Tell me

what is it

that you hide

behind that broken smile

that you keep

beyond your harts reach

that you found

that breaks your vow

of being

what you think

89

When

When self delusion

is stripped

from your bones

who are you

90

We the People

Maybe im simple

but i dont understand

why do we hide

in the lands

of twisted speach

why do we hide

from the words

that will give us

a little freedom

that will make us

stand

head held high

when we see the light

within the eyes

of...

89

From the corner

It is from the corner

of your eyes

that you smile

it is from the corner

of your eyes

that you weep

it is from the corner

of your eyes

that you see

a flicker

of a shadow

that was once

your dream

23

Crossroads

How much longer

do i stand

at the crossroads

of future plans

within the shadow

of this skeletal tree

waiting

for someone

like me

13

My eyes

It is my eyes

that tell me

you look beautiful

but my mind

insists

on knowing

what lays beneath

the chemicals

that hang

off your skin

25

Cry

When i look

through these bars

of your disign

when i feel the sun

through the window blinds

when i smell

fresh air

when you open the door

i bow my head

and cry

alittle more

16

Truth

When it is centralized

and compartmentalized

when it is chained

behind closed doors

when it is brutalized

and stigmatized

then their illusion

has now

become yours

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