faith
faith
unplug
you sit and watch
your guard let down
absorbing its influence
every bullet’s sound
it’s opinion
the way they dress
determines the demeanor
of everybody left
stuck in every home
a society staple
more fuel for the fire
with supercharged cable
more choices
more wasted time
sitting your life away
thinking everything is fine
you sit and watch
the evil plugged in
let the pictures go
to let you life begin.
doors
bang your head against the wall
try to leave
can’t find the cure
the medicine you thieve
think you’re trapped
creator of the net
woven with painful memories
hate and regret
blame on others
anyone but you
not my debt
or drugs you do
scratch at the wall
try to bring it down
but it always seems to grow
and reach all around
try to climb over the wall
it can’t be too high
but as low as you are
why even try
to beat the wall
to pain no more
the simple answer is within
with the key to the door.
G, f, a
I believe in
God
My family
This country
Most people do
But not in the same order.
That’s okay
It’s close enough
Something positive we can blog about.
modern kids
in today’s world
virtual reality kids
millions on tv
billion dollar bids
everyone is in a race
all on different teams
based on colors and features
superficial dreams
a reason to be better
whatever it takes to win
the team with the biggest guys
the team I’m going to be in
mediocre in the masses
its those who are free
who practice themselves
content just to be
those individual faces
that stand out in the crowd
the minority of masses
unable to speak aloud
pressure to stay ahead
tv tells us not to lose
showing you the danger
of being free to choose
to leave the race
hand in your shoes
its not about trying to win
just who doesn’t lose
?Race?
Is it a prism you look through,
bending truths to justify,
your racists view
Fantasy people,
in an author’s pages
Or humans
throughout the ages
Competition, contest or heat
Or species of the world,
scientists can meet
Nobody wins,
looking through this lens
All you will see
is the different color of skins
It’s an onward movement through time
descendants of common histories,
instead of a great division of mankind,
based on physical peculiarities.
Anti Spite
Don’t waste your time,
imploding with anger,
just because they did.
To strike back with more fire,
only burns your insides instead.
Especially when you watched them melt too.
It is not easy.
Your inner voice reacts too quickly.
You want them to feel as awful as you do…
and worse.
But the fight is not worth your fuel,
to let them get to you.
Do not let them win
by stepping into the ring.
Move past the petty.
Smile, and realize alive.
They will only beyond stress you out,
fill you with a rage
that we can all do without.
Skip forward.
These small things should never matter.
Even when your downloaded,
in the social media blatter.
These small things should never attack,
unless that is all you see.
Then you hate just to hate back.
Realize alive,
move above the spite.
Its not worth your soul,
to join an imaginary fight.
Channel Change
When you want to run away,
stay…
Seek out why you want to fly.
Find strength to look past the fear.
Look deeper inside the fright,
see all the good that just might.
Whisper into the noises,
close your eyes tighter to see.
Dream into the confliction,
and hug the worst part of free.
Sing with the deaf.
Paint for the blind.
Embrace the worst of your thoughts,
even the ones with no rhyme.
Run straight into the darkness,
carry your homemade candle.
Illuminate the hopeless,
a love spark they can handle.
Flower for the gun barrel,
new generations can learn.
Peace…
Instead of cameras watching them burn.
Plant the hope for the children,
not the same re-run of hate.
Let us try a new channel,
so we can change all of our fate.
Lucky with You
I could win all the lotteries,
scratch off and drawings too.
But I would never be as lucky,
as the day I met you.
I could live in a castle,
born to be a king.
But I would sit all alone,
without my lady with a ring.
I could pick a winning clover,
and find the pot of gold.
But I’d rather be lucky with you,
and together grow old.
shannon apollo 