poemo

I hope that misery comes with a reward
I hope that love comes on it's own accord
I wish you the best, and only the best
I wish I could tell you the rest

I can't tell you, it's inside of me forever
with the knowledge we can never be together
So near to each other physically, emotionally a death bed
So unrested, you can talk to me, but not love me

It's her, I know it's her that's keeping you from me
Let go! Let go! It's time to let it be
You love her but never is she to be me
So compared so unfair so here comes misery

So fly far away from me
So I don't have to walk on tainted grass
I know that time has passed
But please know I need to be

Red and Blue Make Violent

Red, black, blue and fierce.
Those are the true colors of the American Flag. The actual definition of America is undefined like the square root of negative one.
Or maybe it has an identity only of the imagined, or of the ill minded. We come from a world of rape, murder, homicide, stereotypes and string-beans.
Skinny. Tall. Fat. Sick. Addicted. Insecure. Crazy. Medicated. Over- rated. Sedated. Invaded. Toxicated. Violent.

We come from a world of freedom, that you can buy at the Black Market, for a monthly payment of your soul.
The world where if a man gets on his knees he's proposing. If a woman gets on her knees she's imposing.
The world where cheating is how you maintain a perfect marriage.
The world where society is all addicted to and opposed to the illegal things

The world where asking questions doesn't always make you wise.
And school is just another way to compromise
Where does the time go when you're standing so still you can feel gravity
And to answer everything would just prove your insanity

Red White and Blue, label the American flag
But the purity is destroyed through 'the bigger the better', and if you wait too long you might miss out
Take out the white, and you will find it is true
Red and Blue Make Violent