the stupid,
dumb hope
of you
was enough to stop
the world
from
breaking apart completely.

Sleep would feel good
at this moment
I could fall asleep
and count some sheep
and have a dream
Of being a queen
Wearing exotic green
Like in a movie scene
or I could stay awake
and read poetry
and write a poem
nahh I'm falling asleep
good night

Retrospective of days filled with dust
a shelved magic collecting rust
running from your demons
embraced love, hope and guns
thoughts shackled and cuffed
where is the love!

Respect
and honor your commitments
a rusty voice echoed
never settle for anything less than greatness
but a conniving planet will alienate your endeavors
deem you terroristic for daring
Where is the love!

Your creativity confined
Coated with uncertainty and brute mediocrity
theories smeared all over
a fatal dream, love and confusion
Paired on an electric chair
hanging on a thread of life
where is the love!

In a planet where love and peace are strangers
Your certainly a voyager
birthed into confusion and irate
Your freedom and originality impoverished
into specks of visions and fallacies
where is the love