Fly away angel

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Fly away angel.

Fly away from the glossy eyed, empty lies of lady liberty.

Fly away from Mr. Green and big brother because mother debt is a unwelcome fury.

Fly away from the blood thirst of war, remember that it not only calls for boys overseas but, also for your boys. Make no mistake not even age is reprieved.

Fly away from the river of tears you’re sure to shed if you stay here.

Fly away from distorted dreams your human heart believes how does one learn to trust something that comes within a cage. 

Fly away from the promise of fortune and fame; for everything has a expiration date. 

When your chest is sunken in and you’ve traded in your wings for a nightmare disguised as a dream.

Where are your friends? No where in site.

Where is your fame? Filling your frame with a younger more vibrant picture.

Where is your fortune? No, amount of money can save you from…you.

Fly away angel before time locks you away.

 

 

 

11 million Slandered

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In response to the people who refuse to acknowledge the holocaust happened.


 

I can’t believe you would think such a thing. Let alone have the audacity to utter them.

The holocaust wasn’t real.

Are you out of your damned mind!

How dare you spit on the lives of millions!

How dare you deny their anguished cries!

How can you discount the lives of  11 million people and scorn the remaining 3.6million! 900,000 jews out of 6 million were left!

How can you believe it’s a hoax on the notion that if this had happened; Where is the uprising? Aren’t they angry, why have so little of them spoken out?

I ask you. Had you seen a newborn burned alive would you be able to tell anyone without the child’s screaming plaguing your mind?

The countless days spent fleeing the embrace of sleep, knowing all to well soon the images of your own children’s splattered brains on the very same pavement they had once biked on. Would you be able to swallow that, like they do?

Hiding under piles of sheets become something of the norm. The muggy fog and murky ground is the true monstrosity. Mothers remains thrown into the flames by the same boys they had raised. Could you do the same?

Would you pledge to a country promising freedom when freedom was a broken song that you couldn’t sing?

Take heed in these words if you have nothing good to say, just don’t speak!

 

Why?

Why can’t I fly?

Do I not deserve to feel freedom physically rather than it being a small ruined faint thought in the back of my mind. 

Why must you keep me inside this cell?

I am no criminal I swear by it. Does my word not have the same worth as yours? Yes, I know I’ve stolen that apple but, I haven’t eaten in days.

What have I done to be put in such a  harsh position?

You won’t let me near your children though I am a child myself. Do I not deserve friends? Yes, I am quiet and rarely speak but, I am afraid the smallest of a whisper is all it’ll take for you to abandon me.

Why? What have I done?

Why must I do tricks like a dog to get some sort of attention? Why must my leg, arm, or something to that nature be missing for you to recognize me as a human being?

Why must you look at me with such anger when I act out after years of keeping it all in? What advice do you have to give? Do you know what its like to miss a meal, never receive a Christmas present, or watch your sister move away somewhere with a complete stranger?

It didn’t matter how much I begged them not to take her did it? Though they know she was the very last thing I had and I for her the same.

It doesn’t matter, never has.

As I sit in the rain watching the small droplets fall away from the dark clouds onto the old dimly lit, roof sunken in the orphanage. I wonder…

When my feet grow tired of dancing, will I be able to get back up again?

I think I just got ran over

Pain is physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury.- Webster Dictionary 

If only it were that simple. 

Pain is more than physical suffering its emotionally devastating. 

Pain is like a virus even though you don’t feel it, it still lyes within you.

Pain leaves a burning sensation that you just can’t shake whether good or bad. 

Pain is physically scarring sometimes more than people let on.

Pain is a silent enemy that wins more that 67% of the time. 

Pain is in some instances controllable but, sometimes you lose someone or something and the only way you can truly heal the wound is with tears of pain.

Pain is deeply rooted within all that is expression. You could not feel joy without first feeling the pain of loss. You could not hear the magnificent beauty in music if you couldn’t connect with that very moment of pain in the past. You couldn’t carry hope like a shield of protection if you haven’t felt what it’s like to have none.

Pain is that icy burn in your heart when you think you’ve got nothing left. 

Pain is that throat clenching burn, so bad you can’t even find the will to speak because someone you’ve love unconditionally hurt you the most.

Pain is hard to swallow. 

Simply because the antidote is even harder to swallow.

Forgiveness; some of you are already thinking “No fudging way will I ever forgive them”. 

Well pain is like poison all it does is take away. Forgiveness is like a leap of faith scary at first but, you’ll be glad you did it.

You make the choice.

 

Some times people are stupid

People are stupid that is what I’ve come to realize.

They speak of things of great power when truly they’ve got no clue what they’re saying.

People hide who they are just to empress someone else, after that person becomes jettison they run back to themselves but discover that ship has long since sailed.

People become bitter and lashing out on anyone who dares come within a yard away, than wonder way they are alone.

People think of themselves as God yet, can’t even control what goes on in their own lives. You’d think if you were God the person you felt so dearly about wouldn’t have hurt you, or ever have any harm done to them.

People are most certainly stupid no matter how high the IQ . I know because I am one I’ve got a fairly high IQ; I am considered above the average joes.

But, even with high intelligence I still make the same mistakes wether it be a week, months, or years after making that very same mistake. I feel the exact same pain and till myself it won’t happen again, it will.

Why?

Because I am a human everything I’ve done has been done before every screw up and not so screwed up things, all I do is repeat we all do.

For it is the largest flaw in the cycle of humanity. Who can fight it but, God himself.

Which I am not.

I am talking to you god

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I’m not good at this

I’m gonna throw up


This is stupid way am I even trying


Well I know why but, still…whats the point 


Here I am God talking to you


I been half way in half way out with you I’ll admit


I know its wrong, its no excuse how hard it is down here cause you know all to well


Honestly I didn’t believe you the first time when you said you died for all mankind 


Matter of factly it freaked me out 


Why do that for selfish, disgusting, undeserving people


Seriously most of our parents don’t even love us


Why the God of time 


Another thing how could you allow all this to go down


Than I read genesis you clearly said I give the earth to mankind to take domain over


Well, then I thought God just made a mistake I thought no way


Than I seen that you had not 


You gave us this land and each of us the right to chose what we become as adults so when we hit rock bottom have nothing left we allow you to take care of us like a parent allowing there child to do something they know isn’t right so they’ll learn what it’s like first hand


Then I was like what about hell and guys who don’t learn do they get off scotch free


Than I understood people like Adolf Hitler, Joseph stalin are the reason why we should praise you for hell


Now I believe you I don’t even know why I doubt you


Goodnight

Who I am

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You don’t see me yet your sitting across from me I look at you once and see your struggles


You aim to please to fill a void not realizing the person you call friend is striving for the same


You smile and laugh to mask the hurt even though I looking directly in your eyes as you are looking into mine


Heres a difference friend I know exactly who I am I don’t cover up what I’ve been given


This is who I am forever 


No amount of surgery, makeup, gold chains, marriages, money


Will change who I am


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