Watching January 6th unfold Hate and othering Violence at invitation “Protesters” killing one of their own, In the name of justice, And I cannot make logic Out of the incongruity. To many new days are added to that which will live in infamy.
Author Archives: sickybeat
Deletion
The flavor of the day, When all the stories feel told, But the morals echo off the walls of the world, The walls of my mind, Wild and alone. I run into them occasionally, Where they are useful. But, I can never quite hold onto them.
Boosters
The arm may be sore, ☆yep The symptoms from the first doses Are just as likely With this booster shot ☆OK …. But, I didn’t have symptoms the 1st time And suddenly I am down and out. After 15 hours of sleep, My feet are still dragging. Holding down my confidence with it Can IContinue reading “Boosters”
Retribution
Summarized in one sentence. Six words: You hurt people, you deserve pain. in the moment before a heinous crime, Does anyone think they will actually end up in a prison? If anyone does, do you think they have the capacity to care? And, why does the state get to become the criminal?
Survival
Is me. My grades aren’t me, My life is the quiet failure And the swim to keep my head above water, My soul is the survivor “Me” is laughing in the face of insanity, And going back to try again. Seeking better self.
I know
What I don’t know, What I love and despise, What I have, And what I have to share, But, all too often, I don’t know what to say, And here I am again.
Expectless
It’s a new year And the world resolves, Optimism is blooming But the scent tapers off within hours And the resolution dissolves in the acid of daily life. I put my expectations down, To float on the waves of the year coming
Marker
Time is a two-faced construction of man, An escape from tortures, And a deadly weapon. I have reached a state Where I can bear the weapon, and its punishment. The markers of time, scares people inflict on history. Can be stretch marks of new birth, Or the screaming of misguided fear.
This Too Shall Resume
I don’t know where it went; The emotional energy, But I know why. And I know it will return. Yet, life goes on, and the world does not wait. I can choose to wait, or go ahead, my faith that I will return to myself Is the closest I will walk with religion. And itContinue reading “This Too Shall Resume”
Taking Care of
No description Can explain what it feels like To care for mercy
SickyBeat 