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QUESTIONS OF THE DAY
There have been quite a few questions on my mind,
Somewhere beyond the jibber-jabber are answers I must find,
What if I (your son) came to you and told you I was gay?
Would you embrace me or find yourself looking away?
Because you two taught me to accept people, accept all,
Your words were concise and clear from the moments I recall,
What if I was your baby boy who came three months premature?
Would you be at my side for the duration? I'm not so sure,
Would you give a damn about me as I fought on foreign land?
Because I'm fighting for reasons that you don't understand,
What if I worshiped God a little differently than you do?
Would you deem my words as blasphemy, for it's not your view?
Due to the current events of the day where people need to kill,
Would you cut ties, shunning me away because I'm mentally ill?
These are just a few questions of the day I have, you see,
All I ask is to think of these things before you judge anyone, including me…
-skaggzy
There have been quite a few questions on my mind,
Somewhere beyond the jibber-jabber are answers I must find,
What if I (your son) came to you and told you I was gay?
Would you embrace me or find yourself looking away?
Because you two taught me to accept people, accept all,
Your words were concise and clear from the moments I recall,
What if I was your baby boy who came three months premature?
Would you be at my side for the duration? I'm not so sure,
Would you give a damn about me as I fought on foreign land?
Because I'm fighting for reasons that you don't understand,
What if I worshiped God a little differently than you do?
Would you deem my words as blasphemy, for it's not your view?
Due to the current events of the day where people need to kill,
Would you cut ties, shunning me away because I'm mentally ill?
These are just a few questions of the day I have, you see,
All I ask is to think of these things before you judge anyone, including me…
-skaggzy
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grief
praying mantis,
you hold my heart tattered at half-mast,
a mantra to the sanctuary
the solace your voice once provided
I hear it screaming in the chasms of silence
left between breath strokes
and withered stars--
haikus of misunderstanding,
a poetry all its own
there's a breaking to the madness,
a confusion of who I was and who I am;
there's a madness to the breathing,
a reckless nonchalance
tempting the web I've woven around my wounds
bandages can't fix this,
stitches are bound to rip in the sunrise,
and your claws are too clean
to be strangling me so quickly
so pull me close and tear me open
I'll figure out the rest
under a differ
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Map of Horizons
When all the horizons have been gathered the tall gray blocks of cities will become ships ready to undock, and coast away - (ships to hold all ships). The clouds will welcome them into their arms. The soldier, and his helmet will balloon into the Rorschach of the sky like a stratus cloud The concrete of the ground is gray seed, is wish transferable -- loosing and bifurcating in the low fog, is where people came to from everywhere else.
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lyrical collage
I could create a world with the sound of your voice reflecting sweet syncopation against the brashness of life
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Very good points, something to keep in mind during tough times.