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i have a lot to say
and not enough time,
maybe not even the energy
but i shall speak anyway.
i’m sad for those
whose livelihoods were destroyed.
you were and are not the problem,
and i’m sorry for those
that are grieving
both the loss of this boy,
as well as your own losses.
i’m sad for those
who feel such anger and rage
that they feel the need to destroy
in the nature their hope was.
i’m sad because i understand that.
and i’m sorry.
i’m sad for the boy’s parents.
whether your boy was innocent,
whatever he did or didn’t do,
your boy didn’t deserve to die.
and i especially empathize
because i’m sure you taught him
the same thing my parents
taught me and sometimes,
kids just make mistakes.
and those mistakes
sometimes lead to
life-changing events.
and i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.
i’m sad for those who believe
this cop is a hero.
i cannot call him evil,
nor a villain because i do not know
what is in his heart or his mind
but i feel sad for those that
believe a person who can take
another’s life is a “hero.”
and i’m sad because
we have such a long, long
way to go,
because the simplest of skills
we have at our disposal
we do not use.
and not enough time,
maybe not even the energy
but i shall speak anyway.
i’m sad for those
whose livelihoods were destroyed.
you were and are not the problem,
and i’m sorry for those
that are grieving
both the loss of this boy,
as well as your own losses.
i’m sad for those
who feel such anger and rage
that they feel the need to destroy
in the nature their hope was.
i’m sad because i understand that.
and i’m sorry.
i’m sad for the boy’s parents.
whether your boy was innocent,
whatever he did or didn’t do,
your boy didn’t deserve to die.
and i especially empathize
because i’m sure you taught him
the same thing my parents
taught me and sometimes,
kids just make mistakes.
and those mistakes
sometimes lead to
life-changing events.
and i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.
i’m sad for those who believe
this cop is a hero.
i cannot call him evil,
nor a villain because i do not know
what is in his heart or his mind
but i feel sad for those that
believe a person who can take
another’s life is a “hero.”
and i’m sad because
we have such a long, long
way to go,
because the simplest of skills
we have at our disposal
we do not use.
Literature
The Wither-man
They warned me about
the wither-man.
He carries himself
like a broken skein,
unraveling.
With a
hush-step
shambling he leans,
softly padding forward.
They told me
how three men were found,
shriveled husks beneath the leaves,
naked shells.
They told me how
they found the pellets
by the pebbled lake,
clothes and bones
and nothing else.
And how I shake to see him retch,
his breath-fog catching moonlight
and he raggedly turns to sniff,
his deadened sockets find my shadow.
His maw unhinges
and his throat rattles soft.
They'll know me by my boots
and crack-ed teeth.
I only hope
they never know him.
Literature
post disentanglement of self
as one listens
silence dispels
in whispers
of cosmic hiss
listen to this: [but]
do not sit and listen
nor feel your clothing
nor peer beyond thoughts
as one by one
one ceases to sense
one finds one's mind
luxuriously grand
behind closed eyelids
where everything bides
awaiting one's call
or recall
great and small
ideas will sidle
to satiate
the barren and needful
unmoving unseen
like timid vixen
epiphanies lurk
noiseless nearby
be quiet
be patient
wish one to approach
as one may
quite soundless
soul-weighted
on softest of feet
lightly becoming
of a sudden
there it is
new truth!
so well worth the wait
where silence
[yet not total sile
Literature
4 things about a boy who called himself man
1.
he would reply,
"well, you asked for a man, didn't you?"
and i would have to press my
whole-lotta-honey colored lips together
and whisper,
"and i got one, didn't i?"
his words were always cold when he was with me.
2.
the thing i loved most
about him was the fact that he wanted
to teach me.
about the things he loved,
about music, about appreciation,
and i think at some point he wanted to teach me
love.
(he just didn't go about it
the right way, i don't think.)
"i want you to have these experiences,
even if we don't
end up together."
and i guess that should've been
my warning sign.
y'know:
that we weren't going to end up together.
3.
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don’t tell us what we “should” do
if you are not in our shoes.
just listen to us. just listen
so no one has to scream.
i'm saddened for all involved
and i wish i could hold
my brothers and sisters
and tell them that i understand
and that i love them.
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