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 Nov 2016 Kyle madill Baker
Q
You'll find no loyalty to a country in me
A body of land is a body of land
And that is all it will ever be.

You'll find no tether to a grave with me
Mistakes were made for which must be paid
But before it's due, I will flee.

You'll find no tearful denials in my speech
The people have done what they thought they must
And that has never shocked me.

You'll find no willful positivity in me
The hand we've turned will be a lesson learned
Wether it be joy or misery.

You'll find little else but solidarity
My morals are my country
My strength is my mentality
My freedom, my nationality

You'll find little else but the strength to temper your mistakes
With stoic resignation I will watch
As this country breaks, it breaks.
The crow will crow
and all will know
the good will go
praise status quo.

The blow will blow
destruct the foe
went toe to toe
with status quo.

Mountains bow in the twilight
seas will shriek in that hell
beasts will bray at the bite
broken dreams' bruises swell.

Might was right
give up the fight
in fading light
under status quo.

There is no more
after settled score
when at the core
the ***** is adored
beware the door
of status quo.
This election has been weird, tough, funny, sad, frustrating, enraging, outrageous, and a host of other feelings, but no matter what the outcome, all that can be said is: welcome to America.

It is on our shoulders if we perpetuate stupidity, foolishness, insensitivity, and bigotry: not some faceless figurehead.

I aim not to offend, but to share myself as wholly as the world itself.

Enjoy!

DEW
He kneels ahead beneath the short death tomb
As tears affirmed his pain, regret burst’d out
They say it’s he who’s dumb, it’s he who’s numb
No one accused, just thought of it aloud
The door was jammed open
With some rusted *****
To prevent us from being locked out
And into the night.
The chill of the night
And the strength of the nicotine
Had us feeling just like
The floating candles inside.
It's scary.
It's scary to think
That maybe we are in love.
That maybe this is all real.
That maybe we have the greatest
That anyone will ever have.
Especially when we think
That we really are nothing,
Just two young kids,
Holding each other through the night,
Thinking we are something,
Yet fully aware
That we, just like the rest,
Will soon fade to dust in the wind,
Our short vapor
Just air,
Fading out into oblivion,
Just as everyone else.
He thinks of another way
to tell her he's sorry
how he has always done
too many times before
it's the same as yesterday
she's tired of the worry
and games he likes to play

Yeah he knows he's hanging on
by just one single thread
when her tears she no longer cries
and she pretends to hear nothing he said
she's already two steps gone
from being just another memory

Through her words in silence
she will speak no more
as he hides behind his lies
inside her another piece of him dies

Love no longer echoes the night
where he lies next to her in bed
she just turns away her head
and turns out the light
as he tries to kiss her goodnight

She can only dream now alone
where on an empty Ocean's shore
she stood so long on her own
with just another lonely moonlight
she held inside a shadow's dance
Spiritwind ©2016
 Oct 2016 Kyle madill Baker
oni
i am not
a
¨lover¨
but rather,
a temporary
fixation
Sometimes, I hate what I've let myself become.
© August 8 , 2016 deprivedkat
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