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First in Line

           First in Line Communication Dedication Graceful participation Former traditions of dignity Give way to intentional chaos   Racial divide Portraying false data To convince far and wide Create your own myth The devil laughs As we contort in his light   Blind justice dies On the walls we’ve erected Around one another “Come together” Was a lifeline That died on the vine   Science and hopes and viruses ignite Evacuation Eradication Can you see his disease? The devil laughs Distorting the fight   We don’t have to live this way Stay inside to fight another day Throw open the bird box Lift up your lies Eyes wide open To a death that never dies   When the dilation of liberty Is shoved down the throat Of a rabid dog And the beast turns to bite I’ll be the first in line

Time

Time Nothing is the infinite abyss eating its own tail consumption of time not a straight line exiting where we begin. Time created is a false shore we can never stop creating more moments we can only fill them or leave them empty. The scales of time click by in unmeasurable pulses too small or too vast even death is powerless against its venom. In Memory of Nikki A.
Schisautomaton I hear a feather falling crackling quantum shift      implosion of diametrical beauty breaking sunlight each barb infiltrating fibers of sight spinning a thousand years of deception into my temple in one psychosomatic second. Liberty, Justice, Death all three are lies each one a point on the triangle of Oppression an ever-open eye cloned into our patchwork culture feeding as much as seeing, seething with the sounds of OUR        gnashing teeth. The children become aware and give voice but the crest of the wave flatlines long before reaching shore. Tectonic shift/History ends Drowned out by Liberty, Justice, Democracy until all that can be heard are the crickets of the credits. The audience is long gone. In fact, they were never listening. The film turns into random 1’s and 0’s devoured by the cancerous mouth of the past - Rewritten. Snakes strike from calculated clouds of awareness into the neon-lit n

My Promise