Tuesday, March 1, 2016

They Don't Understand Love

Love is blossoming in America 
Coiling weeds of turmoil rutting up the mud 
Pushing away the liars the yellers the sin spellers 
All because they don't understand 
They think their words can transcend 
As they pretend they are Jesus 
And they holds our beliefs on crucifixes 
Turning our words and truces into a slave filled nation 
Holding us away from salvation 
Saying it's us the sinners that burn the clouds away 
And our devil horns that scrape the sunset horizon to a grey 
Because they don't want to understand 
They stand on podiums 
And ring out their slogans like "damn the gays!" 
Because they have nothing else to say to get our attention 
Blasting out falsified facts and faltered opinions 
Twisting out words like whips in their hands 
To force us to dance for the public appeal 
But we keep walking on you coals 
Not burning our souls 
Like you scream into the wind that we will in hell 
Scorching the souls you claim we don't have 
But we still brand the pain and color,
Red, the blood that bleeds from our still beating hearts
Orange, the fire of passion in our eyes as we look past your lies 
Yellow, the falling stars we still wish on for freedom of heart
Green, the color of envy you wear on your suits and ties when your only aim is in the campaign
Blue, the tears wept by bullied children in abandoned school halls 
Purple, the mysterious couple that meet behind the bleachers after 3rd bell class
Because it's the only time they can see each other
Without boxing of their ears As they try to block out all the words and lies they hear 
They are damned by few and all, because the bible said so.
For a man may lay with a woman 
But where does that leave me 
Because I am both or neither 
For just so confused my breath is wasted on breathing 
so I will use it on my poetry to speak for them and me 
Holding the bible high I still state that these sin spellers lie 
Because love is pure and beauty 
It cannot be bad and tainted by lucifers kin 
Love is held on all stances as truly good 
And all that is good is where gods hands lay 
Protecting his small all knowing children from the sins committed towards them
To soften the blows directed at the them 
With the blighting fights aimed at their skin 
And the worthless words and names thrown towards the wind 
Off hand remarks of blood shredders we hear 
But let them pass ear through ear without it touching our minds 
When to the directed it is a spear in their beliefs and heart 
A hanging tree of doubt 
A guillotine of disbelief 
A quartering arena of fear 
Where day after day we present ourselves to fight for our hearts 
And for our loved ones
And though we raise strong with our colored flag in our hands 
We are only to return triumphant again tomorrow 
But not everyone makes it through, the flag sometimes drops, dirtied on mud 
The fallen are drawn and quartered 
Their life stringed out on the line 
For scientists who don't understand the bloodborne life they are touching and prodding 
Is real and alive and blossoming 
And the police who investigate don't understand 
Those pills did not whisper to be kissed and swallowed 
Those blades did not beg to be painted 
That belt wanted to sit on their hips not hug their neck 
That bridge or that window or that building did not beckon to them that they can fly 
It called out them to step back and run away because the windows and the bridges and the buildings didn't want to hurt they 
But the bullies and the politicians and church goers kept pushing, imploring, urging them to give up 
To ingest 
To cut
To hang 
To jump 
To stop 
A heart beat
It stops 
A flat line of an Ingrown life and love
Because they died silently and in boding pain 
If I were there I would have placed my hands on their skin in vain 
And encouraged them
Don't. Give. Up.
I believe in you 
I would use my body as their shield and my words as their army and fight for them
Because I am apart of them 
Because we are apart of them
We are people and people pursue love 
A love of money
A love of music 
A love of food 
A love for a boy 
A love of a girl 
A love of a person 
A love of each other 
For all we have is each other 
Love is now free but... 
Even though it's legalized 
Who says it isn't penalized 
Ask the crying child why they weep and they will respond, hate 
Ask the bruised girl why she is bloody and she will respond, pain 
Ask the scarred boy why he is maimed and he will respond, disbelief 
Ask me why I'm here reading this poetry and I will respond... love 

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