Ancient graffiti

I am not going to write this
Just to rattle some cages
But rather to take a match to paper
And set the world on fire.

A fire that burns in the heart
That no man can ever put out
Consuming all that we were
And spreading out of control.

To release the burning spirit
The one we have denied
And let him loose upon the sleeping
Waking them up
From endless dreams.

The truth is here
Hidden in plain sight
But not until we speak it
Will it ever be seen.

The world is frozen in silence
And I get nothing in return
But silence tells me everything
That I already knew.

Its hard to keep a secret from a liar
Because they have much to hide
And even silence betrays the truth
Because we all know
That they are watching.

Sometimes life defies logic
And wounds our collective soul
A gaping wound
Bleeding through the bandages
That no one seems to notice.

Sometimes there is just not enough
And someone has to lose
Or someone has to die
The last scraps consumed
and all the places filled
Leaing someone with an empty stomach
Or empty pockets.

The lonely have nothing to hold
Untouched and unloved
And they twist their hands
Hanging their heads
In the worst kind of shame.

But some things stick out
And sear into memory
Things that cannot be explained
By logic or reason.

These are the things
That shake us violently
Down to our very soul
And even with time
Remain painful and shocking.

They have no sensible explanation
Because its too awful to admit
Dripping with a hatred, greed, and jealousy
That deceives, robs, and kills.

They lay out naked
Like bloody bodies in the sun
Crying out for vengeance
Unheard and unknown.

No one looks
And no one speaks
Lest they acknowledge
Truths too horrible to confront
And wounds that cannot heal.

People all around me
Make small talk and laugh
But I just stare shell shocked
Into a different place and time.

If will was enough
I would be home now
Instead of endlessly clawing
Back to someplace else.

Any fool can die
Because everyone will
And nothing is as selfish
As a suicide.

But those who know love
Survivie not for themselves
But for others
The young and the powerless
Who always pay the ransom
In a million silent ways.

Real strength tries to save
And real strenght is loyal
Unflinching in hardship
And full of life.

Two, Four, Seven, Three
Ans Six, Eight, Fifty One
The numbers have a meaning
But only in the end
Because the writing is on the wall
But no one wants to read.

Ancient prophets spoke
But no one wanted to know
Too busy to listen
And too deaf to hear.

But the whirlwind is coming
So we had better be ready
Because the past is far away
and the present is all we know.

Listen to the ground
And open up your eyes
Let the world hear the truth
Before the night lulls us to sleep.

Now is the time for love
But not the fake or superficial
But to speak, love, feel, and remember
What is real
And what is true.