privilege is murdering Anwar Al-Awaki

fuck it, the dreamy distance,
so enabled, empowered;
you, I’ve enshrined
the sounds of speech
across ears deaf
is a peace unknown
to the burdened -
oh to be blind also:
to not endure the inevitable,
the squired response
upon horseback, black and white,
such treats, ignorance.

fuck it, the despotic womb,
encumbering embarrassment's entrance,
lying fetal, dreaming non-existence
the kingdom of god and ghandi.
a deformed heart to beat sideways,
always off,
a confusion of consumption
until convalescence;
oh, to know the equality of the reaper:
I know my own despair,
where hope holds afterlives
and acceptance comes from hope’s death,
such is the ego,
unable to be non-existence.

acceptance, finality
(until the next time, until
such times as we land on Interesting
and the meaninglessness of Empire
fades into the distant background,
so dreamy, revolution romance;
but ignorance is not a disease
and the future is obvious
to the cynic.

were I decent, composed,
delivered of the demons, cursed ears, cursed eyes…
were I other, caught without
the architecture of the past…
but this future is foregone,
despite my children’s prayers.
it is not decent, it is not filled with hope,
it is what i have been so often.
Soapbox Artist: collecting art & literature of the worst kind