RMC

Black and unnatural
consume does a tomb
I refer to at times as sad
that others would assume.

I travel here as a mere
trip people take everyday.
Spinning unknown look up
this shit could end today.

What’s on my mind ask,
it’s not an insignificant task.
The fact you seek clarity from
here is so dear I respond fast.

But impulse I keep at bay
because I want to hear myself say
words that are true and sustain
that unspoken words slay. 

So speak quick as we thick
as thieves on this earth spin.
Don’t look in shock or turn
an eye upon our eventual end.

We are all fugitive souls.
If it’s not about the money
it’s about the control;
truth is not sweet like honey.

Even bitter is misplaced power
to decide with pride to malign
others with snide slides of eyes
that judge with intent to divide.

So as we collide in dark matter
in a shell we sometimes call hell
can we ask of ourselves humility
when we indulge in tales we tell.

I don’t want to guess I want in
on the joke of a soul mine broke.
I don’t need your eyes to surprise
me with things I’ve heard spoke.

I know you know me my Christ,
I don’t like it I want my own
because for the things I love there are things I don’t condone.

This world it hurts I cry
as cliques thick label me unstable.
Because I don’t think in their box
I’m unworth a look they’re unable.

I’ll speak of God he says not
of the end anymore close the door
on signs divine chosen people
divine or not steeples crumble more.

Speak quick let’s be a cliche
we like fires and fights on display.
I don’t talk even when spoken to.
Have you heard the world today?