Don’t go back to sleep”
One, two, three,
look up from your busied hands,
put down your sleep walkers remote,
wipe the crusted sleep from your eyes,
step into the light,
step into the dust,
and count the bodies,
inhale deep,
let the smoke and rotting hope slip into your nostrils,
smell the distress dressed up in pretty ignorance,
and let it creep down your wind pipe,
like apocalypse dreams wear your covers are the only shelter,
the streets look different,
from the last time you paused the evening news,
and slipped on your shoes,
the streets wear more shadows, decorated in twinkle lights
The people who walk by your sides all wear the same face,
a bitter taste sitting on there coiled tongue,
beneath a smirk or clown painted face,
The people hardly look up to see if there is space to get by,
For fear of entangled gazes and faces
so instead eyes are slid sensually across the cracks in the
pavement
getting intimate with the unattached and cramped places,
Maybe realizing that the unconquered places are being depleted,
and the side walk crack between me and your feet is getting smaller too,
because even the mid afternoon shadows need to be done up in designer shades and ring pops,
to not miss the rush hour traffic on there way to buy some more shit that they don’t need,
If you look not really to close at all you can see these streets,
greed fasciated in multicolor plastic rapping,
a sub conscious bombardment,
reminding you, you need the latest hip side tracking devise,
to pass the time in public transportation,
These streets are so cramped and claustrophobic,
Im alone in a world of 7 billion,
in a room full of people glued to devises,
all fixated on other places and spaces,
breaking gaze with palm sized lovers,
to beg the sky to be somewhere else,
anywhere but now,
wishing on tomorrows, until you reach the gave yards of yesterdays,
what if you reach the last day,
and realized shit I did nothing,
But we can just rewind time,
to reruns of tornados, famine, riots, and war,
and say we know pain,
As we sat on our asses and watched, safe,
as the children got sold into sex slavery, whole villages wen’t hungry, our jails filled up with innocence,
corporate got away with bloody ruthless murder,
and even when genocide painted to inside of our house red,
Instead America bought red curtains to match the family room walls,
to fixated on finding the right shade of deep bloody red to see the big picture,
So we sit, sit and sit again,
on the front lines of our delusional freedom,
shaking shackled wrists,
at the faceless force that rolls the dice of war,
but there a war going on,
and its larger a 34 inch screen,
Its a war on us,
its a war on truth,
5,4,3
stop happily gulping down thick vials of lies,
from dark medicine bottles,
labeled go back to sleep,
The side effects ripping our hearts from our chest,
leaving a whole of indifference, ,
practically imbedding the bistandard effect into our DNA,
and splitting a crevice so deep threw our red and blue nation,
even the mountains weep for the cliffs on the other side,
because this debilitating drug,
feeds you lies,
the type of lies that breed ideas that we should be scared,
scared to move, scared to choose, and scared to pick our own views,
instead of pladerize them from Fox News,
because once you learn that Fox News is where truth goes to die,
than maybe that will be the day that we wont be scared to open our blinds,
and see the bodies, see the truth,
maybe this is will be the day we stop fighting for red and blue,
Allah or Christ
or for opposing views,
but fight for the truth,
fight for the people, meaning me and you,
because the world needs us right now,
we need each other too,
too stop dehumanizing, criminalizing, criticizing, and ostracizing each other,
brothers stop shooting each other,
sisters stop judging each other,
practice the art of giving for the sake of anyone else but you,
practice the art of listening, for the sake of understanding not retorting,
Give what you need most,
Practice the balancing act of loving,
love yourself as you love another,
Practice only taking as much as you can give,
listen to yourself,
let each molecular difference hidden underneath your palm webs, be a new constellation in this genaric system,
show the world you are not like the rest,
remind this nation we don’t come in one size fits all,
YOUr mother didn’t make you from star dust, clay, and sun raise, for you to be all the same,
you weren’t manufactured you were manifested,
bring the innocence of the moon and the intencity of the sun, to earth,
and shatter the cage that slave wage built,
3, 2,1
Stop waiting for a sign to climb under your skin,
if you want to speak, speak now, and speak loud,
you weren’t born to wait or watch,
you were born to participate,
breath out the fire in your belly, and dance louder than static confinement,
sing a tune authentic to you,
and the wole world will join in to,
using the same notes but different melodies,
like a plague in December,
hope for change will spread,
and what if the bistandered effect began to work in reverse,
we would light fires to guide each other home,
BEcause what if we stood together,
For what we knew to be true,
7 billion rebells, dreamers, believes, and healers,
only verse a few,
we need doers,
So 5,4,3,2,1
turn off the tv
and hold a mirror to your heart,
what do you see?
BEcause is everyone believed it started with you,
And spoke there truth
there are no bounds to all the incredible things we could do
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