Thought these two poems fit good together. So I put them were exactly where they should be. Together. Perfect...
As I Sleep Jasmine Lewis
As I sleep
Someone weeps
Time and time again
How can I ignore
The realities of life
As someone's soul
Rushes in
To take over me
That nice bedtime story
That ceases in glory
Again
It the reality
I see
Like water
Like weeping
I may drown
Drown slowly
In the reality
The realities
Of life
The reality
That someone weeps
As we sleep
Long and hard weeps
Anonymously
For the people, by the people
By Allie Hill
these people.
these fuckin people.
the ones on the subway
the ones revin' their engines in their "swett rides"
they stare
you're so goddam aware
that their eyes
burn a hole in the back of your
neck
it's all about self respect
and you spit in the dust
with disgust
there's no hope for a better future
because the's no fuckin respect left
it al got lost
in the melting pot
and we've got the whole world at
our finger tips
we've got a voice to spill like vomit
but this voice is beautiful and it comes frome the
lips
and Im talkin musically
the jives and the riffs
where you let the vibes sound right
and when the beats feeling tight
you sway your hips and throw your arms in the air
you don't give a fuck you con't care.
these people.
these fuckin people.
they stare.
you say some silent prayer to yourself
some shit lke
keep those eyes away
see there a whole lota shit you keep
silent
but you really want to say
i don't know
somethin like: how you use pain to mask pain
and everyday is the same
when drugs in your veins
sa cut it wide open
and let it all run red
run run
run red
but wail.
you can't let this shit go striaght to your
head
instead silence the thoughts
since they'll label you
crazy
maybe maybe you're crazy
maybe your're insaine
to the point where meds don't do jack
shit to contain-
they just unleashed the beast
and the little voice in your mind
the one that tells you simple matters
as in "turn left here"
or dont forget to shut the light
is now stabbing your brain with a
mother fuckin knife
they say it's alright
they said luvoz and prozac, and kolonipin and vyvanse
will fix you.
get you through
it could.
it wpuld possibly give you a chance.
to be normal
but what the hell is normal?
is normal conforming to scociety?
is normal facing everyday with a life of
sobriety
it can be
thees no such thing as normalcy
there's no such thing as peace
or self expression
or that release
when you know that you've got it all at your fingertips
and then it splits-
it tears and rips
this world is cut wide open
because of the people
the fuckin people.
as they try to decide
who you are,
and you laugh
because the fronts, the facades
to cover up the lies
the makeup or drugs
or those clothes
are just a disguise
and when you're weakend and worn
and no one will ralize
how badley youv'e been tatteres and torn
they don't give a damn, they don't even care.
because these people.
theses fucking people.
will stare
stare into space
stare right through you
stare into the abyss
stare straight into nothing
into nowhere
you know it's not right
you know it's not fair
but what do you know?
you're just one of them too.
you can't deny it
or hide it
we hanven't evolved
were still monkeys and apes
running wild...
see were still running wild...
just on a monotonous and mild
frontier
it's the people.
the people who stare.
trying to figure you out.
size you up
but they always happen to
catch you
when you're stuck in a rut
when you look like shit
when you're in a manic state
throwing a rant or fit
and hey tha's great...
but they always scope you out-
I didn't brush my teeth today
just stuck in a piece of gum
in my fuckin mouth
it's those days
those people
when you want to scream and shout
those fuckin people who size you up in a
minute
but if they'd just lived it.
man if they'de just been in it.
and experienced the bullshit.
the people
those fucking people
who have used and abused
this world and this land
we stand and demand
peace and freedom
and some say
fuck it
we don't need em'
but some recite it like a bible or the koran
raise their palms to some higher power
and some fight it
because these people need to
wake the fuck up
stop starring
and get a grip.
these fuckin people
need to understand this:
the whole worlds at thier fingertips.
Victom or the Crime? I think we are all a little bit of both...
Hope these two poems together paint what Im trying to say. The answers is inside eachother. Every point in the circle is the same radias from the center point. The tree of life.
We Are Eachother's Selves
Welcome to a new life 2013.
Are You Ready?
