For Chester Bennington

Your music will honour your soul tonight

And those who have died aimlessly

Victims of a world that values currency

over serenity.

Death can be more appealing than life

For the eternal peace from this reality

May seem a more logical choice

during these hard times.

Hate is the President

Intolerance is the Vice.

Well, I refuse to accept

that no more good remains

On this planet.

It takes but only a moment

To entice

Fond memories

With a familiar song in the background

And your imagination running free.

In the end, it matters, indeed.

 

 

 

 

 

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Asphyxiation

Some nights
I just want to stop breathing
For a little while,
And forget everything:
The heartbreak
violence, oppression,
Misguided intolerance.
25 years young
Still writing love songs
But they fall on deaf ears.
Is anyone even listening?
It seems I've been walking
Down this path of tears
For eternity.
No one can find me,
Hiding in my insecurities,
Gasping from asphyxiation.
Here, there is no oxygen;
Just the scent
Of death's temptation.

Damaged Dreams

I have had this recurring dream

It has plagued me since fourteen.

In it, all I hear are my mother’s screams

Some things are better left unseen.

She’s begging me to look away

Trying to keep me innocent

Just for one more day,

But I can smell the scent

Of smoke, blood and gasoline

I feel like I’m in a movie scene.

I keep staring straight at the rubble

Of the building facing our own,

Hoping we’re safe in our little bubble,

Praying the jets will leave us alone.

The dream doesn’t really have an ending:

just an image of my inner child fading.

Lately, I’ve been having a different dream

Where I’m staring into a machine

at little blue thumb-ups on a screen.

There’s a video of a politician

Saying exactly what he means

The world is green, the air is clean.

He preaches love, kindness and serenity

And all of Earth’s beings enjoy prosperity.

I wake up from my hallucinations

To missiles, gun fights, executions

Humans will want what they do not need

They are but victims of their own greed.

Now that I am finally awake,

I understand what is at stake

The blue fingers point to a virtual sky

I wave to the little girl in my dream: goodbye.

Wheel War

Their small legs twirl rapidly,

Muscles pushing their two-wheeled vehicles

Speeding with vitality and joy

The road is boundless

Possibilities are endless.

On the opposite side of the Earth,

another street is being destroyed.

There are no side-walks here,

Only land mines to avoid;

And the relentless screams of fighter jets

Pollute the atmosphere.

Fear is a pervading smell

A perpetual instinct:

Fight or perish.

In a parallel moment,

the tiny bikers

Make a wish

Blow a dandelion.

The seeds disperse,

Achieving freedom.

The two young spirits

Cuddle up into their warm beds

And kiss their loving parents good night.

In War World, a lone child grasps

His mother’s lifeless hand.

Tears stream onto her body:

He just lost the last possibility.

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Grave Gravity

I still remember

The first time I saw his soul.

The moon reflected

The Sun’s embers.

Full, bright, gleaming.

Yet his tears were streaming

His heart was a black hole.

I tried to point out the stars

Their infinite beauty

But his eyes were blind

Gazing into the abyss.

They finally found me

His planet met mine

We collided in the darkness.

“I miss him so much.”

His cry created earthquakes

Which shattered my surface.

Our cores touched

Death is a mistake

Barely cured by my kiss.

But at that moment,

I was certain

That our attraction

Was stronger than gravity:

For his love was finally free.

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