by Qwantu Amaru
Blowing away with each puff on polluted peace pipes
Light-headed leaches bleeding a rainbow blood type
Orbiting lasers looking for lost cities and drying fountains
As blind youth dig mole holes underneath multinational mountains…
Parade of Fools
every person eventually plays the fool
even after spending years in school
learning his story and rules
to find out if it’s cool
to talk of revolution
to doubt the constitution
to clear up the mental pollution
and confusion within which we have been bathed
my people slaved
built two continents on strong backbones
and could call neither home
because of the infiltration and infestation
of the virus that pursued us
used us and fooled us into believing
that there was no deceiving
when we were told we were less
four hundred years of stress
adds up to increasing death rates
due to overwhelming heartache
and defines the choices that we make
this is why we should hate the fake
those among us walking as chameleons in hated skin
not knowing that if they were to only look within
they could see themselves among god’s children
not among sin
so let us begin to love all, not just one
so that we may all run
unshunned, into the valleys of the sun
or else at heaven’s gate
the amount of inner turmoil and hate
will determine each of our fates
for though the lord did each of us make
that which he makes can he choose not to retake
into his blissful, heavenly pool
so remembering the golden rule
that we are only god’s tools
will prevent you from burning among earth’s forgotten fools
Slime Like You
Congratulations
You live to kill another day
Slime like you
Give good cops a bad name
Cowardly lions with guns
No heart or brains
Time keeps passing
But some things never change
Like those more than fifty shots
With no aim
This
is not
a videogame
You should have gotten life
For taking Sean’s away from his wife to be
And now society pays the price
I’m so angry
I can’t even write right
I’m so scared
I need to drive with a night light
Or maybe I should drive with a gun
At least then you’d have a reason
Other than excess redbull
Driving you to commit redrum
So you may live to kill another day
And you may have gotten off easy
But you won’t get too far
Because now we all see you
For the slime
You truly are
Trapped
pressure surrounds me.
growing
crushing
trapped inside the mouth of the python
i scream mutely
no one can hear the me within me.
even if they could hear
no one can help me
from being eaten alive
swallowed whole
by the black hole of my insides turning outwards
fangs as cell bars surround me from salvation
in this self-made prison
i dream of escape
from this venemous abyss which i have created
but only a fool would invite the serpent in
so instead it creeps in stealthily
on it’s victim unaware, and ultimately
eats him alive from the inside out
for this synaptic snake slinks in my mind
searching for sustenance with its infrared snout
by slithering silently until it wishes to be heard
and suddenly it attacks
using my fears and frustrations for fangs
it sucked me into the inner darkness of myself
but within here i have found
to my dismay
that the only cold-blooded intruder
is me
Insomnia
I could not sleep at all last night. The air was hot outside yet I was chilled inside with fright. My fears like tortured, confused souls performed for me in the darkness. These spirits mocked me increasing my distress...
They were daring me to simply close my eyes and see, horrible demons awaiting me. I scoffed at their dare for I can view demons anywhere. They walk the Earth freely trying to capture their share...
Of human souls, with which they are filling in the gaps. Between Hades, Earth, and Heaven there is a steadily shrinking map. In the witching hours off the walls their wicked whispers echoed.
Compelling me to join other lost souls at the crossroads…
These voices were attempting to fill my mind with such madness, but I was aware that this was only another of life’s tests. You see, the disciples of the devil are only fulfilling their purpose. So when next you are challenged there is no need to become nervous…
For on this night I learned the weakness and weapon of the whisperer. He attacks your weakest points and lulls you with his purr. But you and I have a strength that he cannot defeat. For the gift of free will is the protective sacred sheet…
The dark derelicts cannot penetrate. So I utilized the virtue of patience and decided to outwait. With my choice made, the silent speaker lost his power, but he bade me beware the coming of the next witching hour…
With that warning given he let me be. It was then that I realized just how good it is to be free. Not one constrained to a one-track mind. For free will is God’s greatest gift to mankind.
It sets us apart from all of his creation. Even demons and angels cannot make choices as we do without hesitation. We may win some, and some we may lose, but at least we get the opportunity to choose...
Just which path our short stays here should take. Remembering to tread carefully listening for the slivering of silent snakes. For if given the chance they will poison your soul. Then only another lost one will you become, no free will, no control...
I realized these truths with the dawning of the day, so my next choice was to simply silently pray. For me and you and all human beings. Protection from the dark powers and all demonic things…
With only that one silent prayer my soul was eased. And off to sleep I fell feeling tired and pleased...