Tag: eric

by ERIC

losing composure
with little to no closure
catching the focus
of the surrounding environment
with the words
that weren’t appropriate
voyaging into the opening
of lost words unspoken
soaking in the orbiting commotion
of the people just asking…”what happened?”
whishing for captions
so they can skim for their unneeded knowing
of the opposite side launching
a verbal barrage
at an unarmed soldier
unprepared for any perpetrating
predator piloting toward where
the ground is lower
that drops bombs with astonishing kosher
shells of the argument
just lays and it bolsters
the chip on the shoulder is now a boulder
on the soldier…the soldier
is me and the shells of the argument
scar me
I just wish I could say I’m sorry

by ERIC

Life is the soul necessity and war is the gauntlet that
Pillages these privileges,
Witnessing,
Through the eyes of those that sacrifice the lives of others like Leviticus,
Through severe hemorrhaging
Of the hearts of citizens,
Profusely dripping of innocence
or misunderstanding, and is commemorated and the future remembers it.
Legitimate
Reasons of why there is a middle eastern toddler in a sun dress underneath her tricycle quivering
snatched away from adulthood from a stray this can’t illustrated and you can’t picture it.
Innocent lives lost from the bickering.
Ricocheting sentiments
Don’t seem to reach the roofs or walls,
no remorse for the bullet wounds in jaws.
Spoon feed the generations the statement violence doesn’t resurrect anger it just soothes then calms.
Then expect the eastern hemisphere, just move along, conclude with a open palm
that clutches no white flag to fluctuate a strong way to validate surrender.
They retaliate with their members,
one side could cannon peace while hope is still a slimmer with a bow and quiver,
an arrow dipped in love to replace a bullet will forever be the strongest victor.

by ERIC

Reflective poetic objectives
Outline a silver lining that shines  corrections to wrong questions
The bottom of the kettle
Is swept and polished clean by poverty effected
people that non-comically pick up a pen to write symphonies
of poetic past enmity’s of their memories of how they were thrown into a world naked shrouded in depression
Warmth of security of way to channel their thoughts taken leaving a library of thoughts lost in  collection
Until poetry finally flows them down a river of new direction of recollection
These conditions that doesn’t behoove the promptly ejected
Not turning up a brow because of the similar circumstances
Surprisingly the silver spoons
By the thrown away side scribing their affections
Upon the mentally arrested
Spreading thoughts with a stanza
Patiently waiting for the community to get it
Words written in the distance
can be swallowed through the ears and the eyes
a fixation flipped to the vixens
The freedom of speech has many volunteers that use poetry as a vessel of depiction
So taking on to much to chew is non-existent
Because the obscure metaphorically can’t be bitten
Poetry overpowers war it just takes a world to listen.

by ERIC

Flourishing thoughts hum the deepest agony
Wisdom is practically
The thoughts imbedded in loss of the trail of the pursuit of happiness
Figments travel on this walkway only being imaginative
Dreams of being reunited and a realignment with parenting
To cushion intense life’s basic paddling
But this dream or mere thought lacks validness
A steed once road upon becomes an ass it isn’t worth saddling
A breed that adopted a gang infestation
With violence as the inauguration
Mostly because of lack of communication
Is this kin really family and could this substitute minor provider enlighten the household with patience
When the being blessed with the darkness, the hate the government gave little infants everywhere by a fathers captivation
In stone and steel withheld in the public eye, a child’s humiliation
To withhold the pain of a scent that traveled by a poltergeist of an institution
The lack of working man’s fragrance
Leaving a woman to bring hold the bacon
With a child bathed in hatred
To run amok in a fathers absence
To only to come back after imprisonment
To train the child to channel hate into poetic sentences