Sleeper Cells

The sleeper cells
sleep walking
in the halls of hell
where bitterness and hate breed
ancient old sleepers
be careful what you say
be careful what you’re told
we’re dealing with blood lines
drumming up old arguments
for the new excuses
old painful memories
for new forms of abuses
and the children of the children of the children who knew better
well they get the punishment for ages old sins
in the brand new chains of brand new religions
and blasphemies
against godless and headless horsemen
that carry these  ancient sleepers
called out for evil has its day
and the dancing demons
parade in their new laughing game of confusions
narcissism and murder
mesh and make a union
and that blood conception knows no
boundaries
since the saints stopped praying
no lines drawn
and everyone can pass
and everyone’s to blame
everyone is blind
everyone insane
in the brand new chains
of brand new religions
against godless and headless horseman
carrying ancient sleepers

One Day

Maybe things are too raw

too naked
to real and too scarred
My mind is strong
my will is good
and I’m no dream
even if I’m a fantasy
I’m real

one days one day
is running out of one days
in this sub real sub dream space
no time is ever gonna be a perfect time
but what is a perfect time anyway
in times like these

keeps putting off to a one day
when time is just evaporating
the universe aligns
and gives you a path
and we call it a bluff
and turn the page

maybe its all too raw
too naked
or just too damn flawed
maybe it was a dream
or maybe someone was a fool
but I was real
even if I was part fantasy
I would come for you
all you had to say was yes
time and again

but one days one day
is running out of one days
timing couldn’t be more perfect
in these imperfect times
the bluffs we keep calling
in these rhythm and rhymes

Maybe things are too raw

too naked
to real and too scarred
My mind is strong
my will is good
and I’m no dream
even if I’m a fantasy
I’m real baby
maybe choosing not to think
about how it feels
to choose to be a fool
waiting on one day..

I got you baby

In my world of chaos

This world we didn’t make 
Of no giving

But everything you can take

I got you 

In this tense of right now

And all its high emotions

And people paying whatever 

Price it pays to feed

Some narcissistic desire

To feed some fires that devour

Baby I got this

I got you

When I feel and see and know

Abd when I can’t hear

And don’t understand 

Could never get it maybe

But at the least I’m a friend

As I can be

And hold your hand 

When you can feel it

When I can

You got this

I got you

I got you 

Men in the desert
white privelaged racist

men on wall street
with their white privelaged money
women play victim and suffer

and march and cry and make a lot of money
at the expense of some white privelaged male

and the guity men keep repenting

for the sin of how they were born

can’t change who you are

but you can sure pay for it

pay for it all your life

Riots and rebellion

and disregard for life

trashed respnsibility
its no ones fault really

unless you are a privelaged male unseen
hey you werent even around
but that is what they believe
and the guilty men keep repenting
for the sin of being born male

cant help it baby
but you can change the world

and no matter how much you change it

and no matter how much you pay

you are still gonna be a privelaged male

maybe one day it wont be this way
cant pay your way out

cant give enough to charity

cant give enough to the right party

and weild enough anger for the all the different rights out there

there are still too many of you takin up too much space

white privelaged male

he shaves down the parts of himself
injects some silicone

and airbrushes himself to an illusion

making himself smaller

pays a lot of money and walks a little taller

in America you can be whatever you want
for the right price and sympathy
no one will tell you truth
in all this madness and rhetorical abuse
they hate men unless they act like women

and they hate women if they act like themselves
so lets make a whole a new distraction and pretend
and some pretends you cant walk away from

and no one dares say he is white privelaged male
maybe that only sometimes applies

sometimes when it’s necessary
to drown out questions
and project political lies

but no matter how you hack it baby

you can’t change who you are
but you can pay for it
guess you’ll be paying you whole life

Preparations

She had a dream about lightning

And armies of tornados

Funnels consuming all they could

Taking in and throwing out again

And the winds destroying all they would

Saw bloodsucking insects devouring who didn’t know they were there

All these songs subtle drains

But nobody seemed to care

And when the storm had held its own 

Brewed until it was very strong

And kept calm for too long 

She saw its off shoots going east and west and to the south where she stood

Remembered some prophecy about tidal waves

And it tore down the idols

The security

And the false senses of pride 

And every thing that could be shaken was shaken 

Down to the roots 

Better get your house in order

Whatever order you were told

And whatever  house you live in

Better make your peace With the peacemaker

And not the peace you were sold

  
Once more in a little while, I am going to shake the heavens and the earth, the sea also and the dry land. I will shake all the nations….I am going to shake the heavens and the earth. I will overthrow the thrones of kingdoms and destroy the power of the kingdoms of the nations.”(Haggai 2:6, 7, 21, 22)

Giving Voice

Black,White, brown and yellow too

doesn’t matter when it comes for you

and girls and women just be error
every day every day is a terror

stones and swords and whips and chains
their men are on a beach
on a beach praying their last prayers
giving nothing to their slayers

and outside is America
confined to their debates

sacrificing sanity to the gods of foolishness
gods of self and sex and pride

gotta get what you can on this last hard ride
sacrificing children in the name of womens rights
and the sacred holy sanction of progress

They are Pushing the wrong kind of walls and buildings
hanging them off bridges and
burning down their churches

but outside is America

and outside in America

our churches near empty
and the preachers preaching something

about comfort and abundance

Women gets lashed and covered

buried and burned

stoned and smothered
and their daughters somewhere
on their knees for their captors

doesn’t matter how young
all the girls look the same

at the end of a long hard killing day

at outside is America
and her own crying about
a perceived oppression
dealing with the gender wars

and micro aggression

guess you wont know how good you have it

till you don’t have it anymore
guess you wont remember how to fight
when you forget what fighting is for
guess you won’t know how free you are

when you are looking at its closed door

guess it doesn’t matter

when you just want to be liked
make no waves and make concessions

hope it doesn’t happen here
and pretend it doesn’t happen there

maybe those Christians had it coming
maybe those women like it like that
maybe we’ll all be at peace when they kill each other off

but we …we gotta deal with this issue about cakes, words and trigger warnings

here is your trigger warning
so go find your safe room
and coddle your lazy mind
your lazy soul

watch some comedies
and listen to the violinist play some symphonic strokes

America America
the whore that sold it’s soul

but listen as I do my best

to give some voice to the examples made
in a different world
a different place

a different life

and different race

Take a quiet moment
in an orange shirt

giving voice
while America shrugs

shakes their head
and pretends it wont happen to us

Genesis 4:10 

Yahweh said, “What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood cries to me from the ground

Changing

Things are changing

the winds are different now

kind of bitter in all the sweet
of our memories and songs

all the unwinding of tethers
and finding doors

in walls that were built all wrong

in the far corners of no one knows

in the last touches and whispers

the alliance of last lovers
and eternal friends

known voices

make unknown amends
things are changing baby
things always do

remember me
in our times and moments

I’ll remember you

things are changing

on a grander scale

see it happen as they come
and the final countdowns

have their final run

and when they make examples

as they come for us
with new chains corroded with old rust

remember me in the whispers
and strengths of lovers and friends

and allies that we have been

but for the moments that are fading

holding like its the last

in the voices known

making unknown amends
seeing you like the first time

seeing you again

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winds of change sketch by Melissa Way