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 Sleepless again


There is no peace
when will it cease..
Day 4, sleepless again
tossed and turned as
clumsy, dull, as a jagged
rock crashing down a mountain side.
The news this day full of hatred
there is no love, it is of lives
lost for causes more than any one
idea conceived and we still complain
as if to have worth..
Who? Who are we? Who are we to think
it matters if we blink and miss everything
important.  
Stuck. Stuck on self, Stuck on a selfish desire
on selfish desires hanging on too hard and still
only by a wire.  
Same as we are held by this wire and controlled to
believe we have a clue an idea of what's going on
What is going on. The other worlds that exist on
this planet are dying.  
We are justice and good inherently, we are mislead
we are governed with the easiest way out
of a path that is seen in the distance
but so hard to reach.
So impeach
and there is always an answer to every
injustice, or is there.
What is the source of the cause for
the decisions leading to the acceptance of poverty
leading to the decision to send men and women to
slaughter and be slaughtered in same
who can we blame
As I have explained
many times before
we must look not past the image we
may or may not recognize in the mirror
each day.
Guilt, not intended nor the message
if there is a desire to change
then well received are the words
written.  
If words could bring fire,
 level a man of ego and no worth,
or tear the heartless in fear
Those would be the words I would
carry in my breath, and in works
would be change.
So, should day 5 come sleepless
and peace be not a friend
  the message will grow again.
Tired of ignorance
  and turning a blind eye
to the guy you pass every day
with no place to call an existence.
  Cause easier is the path of less Resistance.
I blame myself for the hesitance in hearing
a story that could tear my eyes
something so simple as his trivial disguise
of a person.  
Heavily worded this eve.....