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more poems y'all....
"Ode to Anna"
This poem goes out to anyone who's ever lost a friend.
There are so many ways for us to go,
if someone will show us the door.
But that doesn't make leaving any easier
for those you've left behind.
Whether you wanted to die because
you were so wrapped up with others
that you never questioned your happiness,
or whether it was all by chance.
Fucking chance.
It still doesn't comfort me when I am reminded of you.
I'll go on to watch
old men grow older, wearing
colors of their countries to remind them
that they were THERE when the flag fell from that
FUCKING Iraqis' hands.
I'll go on to write about endless experiences
that wash over my skin and
sting the open wounds that scarred our relationship.
But now-right NOW-I'm here,
and I'm staying here unless by some
chance I'm swept away like, annoying dust
on the floor. But I can't
tell if-
If it's a good idea to improve every aspect of myself.
To challenge my mind to board the chaise of individuality
or to let it rot in the alleyways of our aging youth.
To let my body go to waste,
finding comfort in Big Mac boxes,
or to run every day, burning off the calories from the oil
in my To Fu.
Sometimes I don't want to choose
between losing you and choosing to lose,
training my mind to bend the spoon but
it's so much harder then I expected/
I want to cop out without you.
But you wouldn't like that...
You never did.
"Tomorrow"
I am an abomination.
So go tell it on a mountain.
While my sons and daughters open their eyes
on Sundays, the prepare for a day filled with
sports, toys, things that little kids like,
their friends, whose parents pass praise to my face
but in their private rooms say to their children,
"They're bad people.", get dressed for church.
While peoples hearts are lightened by promises
of something more, I am handed Hell on a silver platter.
Dear "God", I am sorry but I can't ask you for tomorrow
when I don't know what's to come today. But
someone once told me, and these words I hold dear.
"TOMORROW BRINGS HOPE, AND HOPE BRINGS OPPORTUNITY."
And while Mary, more beautiful then an angel,
and equally pure, denies something as simple as a first kiss,
I am shamelessly experimenting,
selling my body for Love and those I love.
And no one sees that tatoo of a 8 inch cross
on the back of that man on death row...
"Yes Jesus, I killed him because the bible said it was right."
Is that what Jesus wanted?
Did Jesus want presidents, bearing his symbol.
fighting wars for peace? Putting lives in jepoardy
when we were all okay to being with?
Was it Jesus's will to have obese citizens
driving around in their 40,000 dollar Mercedes,
binging on KFC,
with WWJD stickers on their bumpers?
Jesus would give away his car,
Fast for months while watching the hungry
devour his meal.
Practice what you preach.
Tote your bible with you but don't discourage me
because I don't do the same.
Don't hate my children,
this is the only life style they've ever known.
Don't hate my friends
who pray to Allah instead of your god.
God may not know what comes tomorrow but,
"TOMORROW BRINGS HOPE, AND HOPE BRINGS OPPORTUNITY."
These words I hold dear.
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