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Cutting Stems

You were flowers dancing in the field

Now you are bouquet on a grave

I carried you over there

Laid you down so gently

You brought light and ate sunshine

While you slowly wilted with time

I’m glad to have met you

But I still have to live my life

I used to think of staying here

Over the life that we had made

Get buried with the memories

So the good times

Would never leave

Now I know that they are gone

You can’t hold a ghost hand

I will run to a new day

One where love isn’t dead

I will carry all the lessons

That I learned from cutting stems

Thorns never meant to hurt me

It’s just the way they were made

Good bye for now my darling

I hope you rest until the end

I will think of you often

Until it grows to now and then

But I can’t live in our memories

I have to pave a path of earth and stars

Change the song of this heart

-DCR

SHAME.

With the expected acquittal of the officer who murdered Michael Brown in Ferguson this past week, I look to see if there is any way that as a nation we can end this shameful incident from happening again.

 

Unfortunately, I cannot.

When we hear of incidents like this we say ‘shame on him or them’.

 

The notion of shame having and wielding any form of power or sway is quite frankly naïve.

We use the same old methods to bring to people a message saying that their actions or words are wrong by a societal standard.

We still try and play by the old rules. We cling to what has worked previously. 

However, how can we shame people into thinking outside of the box they are cloistered in?

How can we shame the ‘shameless?’

 

The derivative of the word shame has an older root word  meaning  ‘to cover’ which is the natural expression of the word.

What I see all too much of are the people who use the word to reflect onto others a sense of shame, when in truth  it has no personal consequence to themselves.

 

In other words they are standing out for not having shame as its replaced with a brazen show of pride in either their actions or words.

President Obama has just initiated an act which is designed to ‘train’ the police better.

 

Shouldn’t the training have been done? In other words we are paying extra for what should have been done properly the first time. 

I will rant on the police, their recruiting and training at a later time.

The murder of Michael Brown is just another example of institutionalized racism.

Of not spending the amount of money needed to hire and correctly train candidates that are worthy of being a police officer.

How can we expect a different result when the people we trust to carry out the duty and responsibilities that are vital to the position are ignorant, racist and shameless.

TDB.

 

December 16, 2014

Tattoo

So i'm sitting inside a barber shop when a crackhead walks in and starts slanging expensive colognes out of his dusty bag. He's a regular here. The guys playing chess stop in mid castle and shuffle steps to the side so that his bag could be properly set up on the bench they've been battling each other on for the last few hours. His name is Tattoo. Say Tattoo how much you letting this Gucci Black and Nautica Blue go for. Twenty. Well I'll give you ten for it. Okay. Damn I wish politicians could workout their budgets this easy.

 

-cpm

Partial Keeps

Regurgitating my emptiness
Because I can't quite keep it down
The ones who have claimed to love me to the core didn't even appreciate me enough not to damage my surface
This all resurfaces seasonally and I don't give two fucks to diagnose myself--        Much less listen to your special effects put on the affective-less lifestyle you live
No one really loves that deep
They all play for partial keeps
That way
They can give it all back 
And announce they never fully invested for a reason in the first place
--they knew all along 
Sounds like another lonely love song             Repeating itself just for self affirmation
I never meant to love you
But I appreciate things greater than what I can control. 
So I let them go
Dissipating may be the memories but my feelings gain strength as I entertain them in the light of my heart
My mentality spends too much time dwelling in the darkness of my patterns
The depths and shadows tend to cast an internal overgrowth that prevents me from being truly loved
And I tell myself none of this is my fault 
But I can't stop feeling like if I could stop attempting to fill black holes with more empty vessels then I might feel like I'm living the truth 

-Sunny 

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