Open Letters

I'll send a letter by sundown. (2017)

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What is Trump?

It is slamming doors in peoples faces the hungry and the passionate 

It is favoring hatred over the masses It is cloaked in white to hide their faces It is fearing their reflection, not knowing who they really are, a failure or a racist It is terrorists they say, who are in the Middle East - a place brimming with danger Yet the war is nearing a close and just starting to scar us

The sane versus a fascist USA

It is to hate blacks and yet flip pages with fingers  stained by the cinders of our dreams

-We aren’t what you think we are- 
My mother did not cross oceans to live in a land that hates her for her skin color- she does not endure the screams of my father for your slurs and talk about rape

I do not fight through the day, being drowned out by voices that threaten to suffocate me-only to be accused of illegal immigration

Living under his administration is not hoping to serve a flag in the military under the name of a child who tears it at the seams

“Hang the gays!” he says If you want to hang something, frame this, put it in your office and know you are not the future of this country Trump is to be mechanical and wooden, unable to show emotion for the fallen- It is expressing only hatred for the free

He is elder in age and maybe death will take him first- either by the hand of the public or by fate’s unrelenting blade

I am not one to say anything but this :

America is not Trump’s to take and it is most certainly not for his beloved KKK Laying in desert sand, facing the sky I ask myself, who will I be fighting on the battlefield- ISIS or the enemy in office

The real threat isn’t in those without white skin, friends, it’s in our borders and it’s here to deliver us our end Someone help us, please

-Andy 10.18.17

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Fire Once  told his soul was made from this, unlucky was the soul that went past For once seen, bound by a match In hopes of proving he could not blaze up like tinder, She was guided beneath canopies of stars in dreams where her soul was not burning He showed her visions of by-passers tossing rosaries the color of the sea over stone-cold graves When they did burn, ever so violently, with jolting bodies of light that called to heat Hair charred to cinders and hearts giving way to smoke, By-passers with faux pearls of grief streaming down porcelain cheeks, tossed roses the color of Fire

Me, I guess

hEY, HOW i syour life going so far

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Because we drove away from the broken concubine that you called home. I brushed spiders from my bones and looked into a glass world that was now mine to take

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A “Camel”

It’s the chance between wanting and needing The cylinder to fill the spaces

It is a form of my potential energy, a stopper of my kinetic

The air hot with gasps for its cold, stale breath

I’ve never been so hungry for the taste of dried leaves glued to strips of paper - the color of traffic cones lining city streets

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It is the source of all giving It is my savior from rain It is my crucifixion my resurrection The cure for all pain

The anecdote to this sickness they call living

It’s fire in the ninth circle, the only star in the first, It’s my last and the first of many more It is my own breath that he inhales; when he speaks

“Hey brother, you want a

light?”

-A.I.K

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In This Breath

There was no air

between folds of lung to tell a story of her greatest grief

Lungs which, weaved from stars, yearned for a dusk to make a dawn

 A fitting space, to place her soul, was against        charred organs                                  and hollowed bones, finally allowing a

Morning

-A.I.K

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Humans

/They are not so binary, Mr. Robot./

Not so black and white:..: Ones and zeroes flittering across a blank screen//:..: Not a simple code or complex parenthesis Unless you have a code to explain Fire that flares in their chests/ Soft lungs that breathe in an infinity wrapped in blue ~ The skies, they suck in An infinitude of oxygen coiled ‘round and ‘round; Constricting their brain: Drowning out the cries of logic and reason, Allowing them to 

love

Do you have a code for that, Mr. Robot?

-A.I.K.

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Hello, Again

Hello again

in the space of ten minutes,

 I’ve seem to find you right where I left you,

In the cornerstone of this dilapidated

 building of caring for someone. 

And we both know I never left you at all,

 I simply shut my blinds 

and blasted the music

 as not to hear your 

smile

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Perhaps

If I leave at the speed of light, I’ll reach a peace that i had not yet known And if this world be a creation of my own then I won’t have to worry about the tears my mother will shed She does not really care, she only thinks that she does Its human nature to think so, that we can experience emotion But we cant really, unless we let ourselves

Maybe that is what is wrong with me I don’t know how to tell you I wouldnt care if I left Not for a long time I don’t know what I’ll do I’ll let you all know soon

Perhaps - Andy

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Gun

Tell me I’m doing great-

 my brain will oppose it.

 Tell the world that the day is beautiful- 

voices will ruin it. Take away the meaning of life 

 my head will give me something to fear, and ultimately a reason to take my breath away with a single shot of death

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Halo

I imagined a Halo descending onto me

But when i opened my eyes,

My halo looked something like a noose 

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Curses

You spew curses at the speed of sound,

 paired with blows by fists that have scarred this town

Rhyming with vile remarks and the smell of burning 

 how am i not supposed to hate the sound

of these curses and words used to burn

But not mattering, ill still use them

until the day the shape of your eyes don't remind me of clenched fists, and everything about the world I've come to hate 

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okay

you say the woods are filled with demons and lurking things and i tell you why would there be demons in a place filled with soldiers that so densely protect me from this form of sickness you call living if i broke my arm would you tell me to get over it there are days i cannot surface from the ocean and hours that the tides leaps down onto me as if i were an enemy of poseidon, sent to kill the sea but i could never be that powerful, to overcome everything i fear, and withering to the bone ill break and survive until the very last day when i die, telling you it’s been a fun time

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Sonnet

drowning out the voices with rhythms and rhymes that block the dreams and shut down the mind the time between was nothing but numbers to sleep inside falling from the thoughts that surrounded every last word the story is backwards and ongoing at al times, saving folds of lung to sing a story of every bit of lung that weaved form stars, breathed in a dusk and exhaled the dawn if you inhale the night and exhale a day, which one is yours, the disorder or your crown Im not my own person, who never existed, i cannot tell a story of my soul if i cannot place it , for the spaces ll taken like parking in hell, full of people that never looked anywhere but down and the only place to fit my soul was against scared organs and broken bones breaking the spell and allowing the morning sun

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Leave me alone

You were the source of all giving  You were my crucifixion My resurrection

       cause of all pain The cure for all pain 

You would only stop my heart from beating - which isn't so bad

My anecdote to the sickness of living

It’s fire in the ninth circle, the only star in the first, It’s my last-the first of many more

And our breath was one as you shut down my body with your smoke

I felt your “love” hate

and the thoughts that suffocated every last word

I left everyone for you

Which isn't so bad 

A girl has to be happy with who she chooses

As long as it’s not 

You

-A.I.R

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