to live first,
everything else is optional,
besides consequences

Said to be said.

Grime slapped into verses.
Grabbed by infinity.
A lonely grasp.
Swollen faced security.
To self destruction.
Meadowed in suicide seating.
Think of her often.
To leave and ride eternity.



Garrett Johnson.

Songwriters: Mary Gauthier

My father could use a little mercy now
The fruits of his labor fall and rot slowly on the ground
His work is almost over it won't be long, he won't be around
I love my father, he could use some mercy now
My brother could use a little mercy now
He's a stranger to freedom, he's shackled to his fear and his doubt
The pain that he lives in it's almost more than living will allow
I love my bother, he could use some mercy now
My church and my country could use a little mercy now
As they sink into a poisoned pit it's going to take forever to climb out
They carry the weight of the faithful who follow them down
I love my church and country, they could use some mercy now
Every living thing could use a little mercy now
Only the hand of grace can end the race towards another mushroom cloud
People in power, they'll do anything to keep their crown
I love life and life itself could use some mercy now
Yeah, we all could use a little mercy now
I know we don't deserve it but we need it anyhow
We hang in the balance dangle 'tween hell and hallowed ground
And every single one of us could use some mercy now
Every single one of us could use some mercy now
Every single one of us could use some mercy now


Source: LyricFind

woman asks a why-oh-why
while-I’m-driving-interrogatory,

seeing that tears are rolling down
old poet’s face as we transverse
these United States,

on I-80, Heading to San Francisco,
over the George Washington Bridge,
commencing in Teaneck, New Jersey,
2,906 miles, not including getting lost.

Are you sad for any reason particular?
Are we lost already?

weeping for my country, for with every mile,
see amity and wisdom disappearing,
out the open window,
both by wind taken,
both forsaken,

our route is clear,
but I see what
I most fear, we are not lost,
but my country,
our poor country
is,
everywhere good people,
desperately seeking mercy now!

A poem for you
By The Movie Poetically
VIRC

In real time poem

You awake not knowing it's there waiting for you do you care it doesn't care how it's doing what it do moving forward doing its Duty the beauty of nature like air not just good air
But bad air
Now we want to care climate change
Now we have to keep and struggle for our own remains the the extinct species cry out of their Graves in nature it ain't so rewarding when you're going extinct the non-existent
As a human being
The Killer your unaware no main name only the one you gave the top brass
The Air Force Army and Navy stating
We are at War it's knocked off the Marines
And Special Forces who the hell are you
We the people need proof like you and me can't even start to say or see things or do
How you used to move smoove
You can't move no more got to close dig grooves
Now you know for sure it's you
Now how you choosing to walk forward after you wake from your dreams in your big bed and in your nice house you open your eyes to see if it's there the purpose to defeat it
And find a cure
To come up on a new task in time to improve and direct check to complete or decrease what's going around
Bad Air
Bad Air
You Breathing

The Movie Poetically
VIRC

Even though I wasn't dead,
           people prayed silently

at my tomb stone.