These walls
silent as the dark & lost
haunting as a ghost
these walls
will fucking crush us all
if we ever give up hope
these walls
steal inches by the hour
pressing down & smashing joy
these walls
will gladly break us all
if we ever give them the power
these walls
snap shots of decaying minds
cold and without mercy
block out the sun, in case it shines
shocks out the dark in case it’s night
these walls
will kill us all
if we dont have the will to bear it
I refuse to make a habit
of being oppressed or oppressive
to wear chains and pretend
they’re bracelets
nothing orange is stylish
these meals aren’t gifts
and these captors aren’t our pals
don’t give a fuck how their day is
or if they’re breathing
that pepper spray isn’t cologne
these beatings aren’t for show
the fire got put out in our cans
but the power is in our hands
till they rob the air we breathe
i’ll stand on the side of action
lessons learned today
mental weakness overcome today
will make a better me tomorrow
for refusing to be broken
and refusing to make a habit
of being oppressed
or of being oppressive
such will keep me free
no matter what they bring
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There’s no more bridges
roses, flowers or gardens
mutual friendship is foreign
a dream like a soft mattress
territorial beast w/out their homes
no take out, just shake downs
felt to be disowned
only madness to look forward to
calender days an abstract time away
by the time they’ve parted the gates
the whole world has changed
One day the water that feeds
the grass
Will wash away the stain
of captivity off me
The clouds will open their arms in a
Warm embrace
Years of hurt and abstract existence
will be wiped clean
I can’t smell freedom but one day
we all might
Days can’t be bought on the free market
But they can be stolen at gun point
Trees can’t grow in a day, but we clean
out forests in mutilating seconds…
One day the water that feeds the world
will purify my soul
-EK
There’s more to life than Judgements
And gavels
Dogmas and logos, division and
Squalor
There’s more to love than ego & control
Connections between beating hearts
And the rain that feeds the soil.
Existence is observance
And love can mean just learning
Either we let go or we grow
– EK
