Breadcrumbs2021

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Somebody Is Crying Somewhere

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life

BOMBED OUT PLACES
MANY NAMES AND MANY FACES
A TRAIL OF TEARS
WHEREVER WE GO
DESTRUCTION AND CHAOS
WHAT WE LEAVE BEHIND
BROKEN INTO PIECES
LAND MASSES CRUSHED
INTO RUBLE , NO WINDOWS
DECIMATED BY EXPLOSIVES
MADE IN AMERICA
BOMBED OUT PLACES
WHAT WE LEAVE BEHIND
REDACTED IN HISTORY
SOME STORIES WILL NEVER
BE TOLD DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES
FOREIGN LANGUAGES SPOKEN
IN ANGUISH BOMBED OUT PLACES
MANY NAMES AND MANY FACES
A TRAIL OF TEARS
WHEREVER WE GO

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STEEL SHIRTS

WHOSE VALUE SYSTEM ARE WE TRYING TO LIVE UP TO
WHEN WE GET TO
SLIP INTO A NEW CHARACTER
LIKE A FRESH SHIRT FROM THE LAUNDRY
ONLY TO BE TOSSED ASIDE WHEN SOILED AND DIRTY
A NEW SHIRT WITH A NEW MEANING WASHED AND COMPROMISED
NOW WITH HOLES THAT ARE SEE THRU
I WONDER IF WE WILL EVER FIND A SHIRT THAT WILL FIT
WHILE BEING SUBJUGATED
IN THIS RULE BASED ORDER OF A SOCIETY
THAT GETS TO CHANGE THE STATUES
WITH THE SIGNING OF A PEN
OR BULLDOZE THEM OUT OF EXISTENCE WITH NO
RESISTANCE
SOOTHING THE CONSCIOUS WHILE TURNING A BLIND EYE
FRESH NEW LIES PREPARED FOR THE DAY
TO GO WITH THE NEW SHIRT AND TIE
JUST A LITTLE MORE CROOKED AND COMPROMISED

THESE TRUTHS ARE NO LONGER SELF-EVIDENT
UNDECIPHERABLE, INCOMPREHENSIBLE
A SLIPERY FOUDATION LIKE A SHIRT TO SMALL
...

Need Help

I remember

MUTED

The sound of creation
are muted on this page
words held in silence by
a script I did not write
Silenced by what I did not say
Waiting on the referee to ring
the bell don't wait until the count of
ten
Keep quiet
Rejecting the thought
that you got one more card to play
I fold
Heaven help us all
Muted silence
Transcribe it to me
in some ancient text written just for
me
There's no place for you here
Walk away and take the loss
An empty vessel of broken words
Connect the dots, but keep quiet
Silence,
The thoughts you thinking
not moving the needle anyway
Best to stay on MUTE
till you figure it out.

HANDMADE

SOME ALTERED
DEFINITION OF WHAT
IS REAL BEFORE
YOUR FINGERS
TOUCHED A KEY
BOARD
SOME BLACK PLASTIC
WITH NUMBERS ON
IT.
GET THE ***
OUTTA HERE.

It Was Him

I think it was him
not long after the
dust setteled
a short straight line
where lips are supposed
to be
that uttered the words
not you but we
stringing a narative
that was impossible
to believe
soon after the
dust setteled
you
can't
see
what
you
can't
see.

reprobate

REPROBATE

I looked across the room
and I knew who you were
no peices missing
it showed in your countenance
an absence in your eyes
the darkness shown thru.
You can't hide the truth
of you.
No matter how many
lies you tell.

Chance Encounter

Don't skip me
one of the chosen few
but still
I don't
trust
you.
I know
what
I know
I won't forget you.

Digital Resitance

Category:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::>>>>>>>>>>>>.................................
My selected thruth
It's not on a page
that was nerver written.

It Matters To Some

I matters to some
you can't
tell by the numbers
only when you look
at one.

When

A bad experiment
that went wrong
turned out we liked it.