Fight for a New Side

A Poem by beautifulblade

1.17.15

Sticky fingered ghosts
trapped near my heart,
just wantin' a new start;
makin' art across the love 'n hate filled
war being fought within myself,
cause every forceful fingered feeling
makes it hard to know I'm dealing,
and all I can cry out are pleas
for one to help me.
I'm cryin' and pleadin' and
beggin' you please,
don't turn a blind eye to
to this corrupted society
where we yell out intention to save the trees
then pay no heed to this disease ridden culture,
vultures awaiting their next meal, their next deal,
the next real decision that will bless
new superstitions in a country divided
against itself.
Where it's the war on terror
vs. the war on drugs,
no one bothers to try and fight for
a different side of things,
a side where peace flies high
and division is buried low,
separation of first class and coach class
six feet under ground.

Because right now, this is a place
where the seven o' clock sunshine inside your soul
is darkened by storm clouds of doubt and insecurity,
where fireworks rain down and light the up the world
with dangling limbs and holy hymns,
preachers calling out 'amens' to our silent prayers
and broken 'hallelujahs.'

Fight the ghosts inside that keep you
trapped within yourself,
new levels of doubt that make it
hard to trust yourself.

Just breathe.
breathe...
Just breathe.