Tongues

Tongues 1/30/2013

It is hard to be patient
But some things take time
To grow and mature
Beneath the surface
Long before
We notice a thing.

Brewing for the longest time
And changing with chemical reactions
Transformed into something
That it never was
Either for the better
Or the worse.

Half a lifetime
Has passed me by
If I am lucky
And beat the odds.

But much has changed
Under my skin
And in my heart
Marking me forever
Separated and alone.

No longer does it hurt
And no longer am I surprised
When truth is stranger than fiction
And the world is full of lies.

We make our plans
But nothing turns out
Like we think it will
Up against a reality
Cold, dead, and certain.

Bodies lay out
Frozen in time
Their mouths open in horror
And dripping with blood.

Tell them
That they don’t matter
And tell them
That you don’t care.

Sitting in a bubble
Where the truth has no value
When all that matters is winning
And using.

Lying to protect the guilty
And lying to escape any scrutiny
Knowing that no one will be held accountable
And no one
Will pay the price.

Mixing up their names
Like they are worthless
And stamping out form letters
For each and every one.

Only a man of hatred
Hidden in his heart
Could ever be so callous
And so cold.

The rage barely concealed
And begging to come out
But not as long
As there is resistance
And not as long
As there is truth.

Carefully defending the guilty
And never missing a chance
To punish the honest
His hands in every pie
And his ears in every head.

Without truth
Man dies
And without a future
We might as well burn.

Rampaging in the streets
Fearless of the consequence
Because hell no longer waits
And God is at the door.

This world isn’t pretty
And this world has no grace
Nothing but vulgarity and hubris
Rotting in the streets.

The defenseless are attacked
And the good are mocked
Relentlessly ridiculed
By the safe
And the smug.

This tongue is mine
Until they cut it out
And this life is mine
For me to spend.

Nothing has ever been free
And nothing great can ever come
Not without loss
And not without pain.

I have turned my face
And set it as a stone
Determined
And defiant.

I have lit the flame
And it shall not go out
Burning brighter every day
Hot as the sun.

Partaking of the blood
That cannot be altered
The proof in my heart
Adopted and forgiven.