Vintage Misery

Theft of a spiritual land is a heinous crime,
Coerced the Natives farther and farther west,
Until they prostrated straight into the Pacific,
Rebellious youth breaks away from its parent kingdom,
Wanted a better life and to enact more fair traditions,
Apples don’t fall too far from the tree however,
Male spectres ruled The New World for quite some time,
Added on to their thievery while kidnapping shadows in Africa,
Forced into manual labor due to repercussions of an estranged nation,
History repeats itself for salvation recalls unsubtle truths,
Shadows are people too and so are daughters of Eve,
Nothing is an issue until catastrophy ensues,
Women’s Rights were next took so long to acknowledge their humanity,
One by one minority groups gradually rose to the zenith,
Sodomized marriage became legal just recently now we know what’s next,
Losing our minds psychological dissociation,
Let’s just skip the steps and accept that we’re all human,
Race and gender and religion and sexual orientation,
Every single person is subject to trials and tribulations regardless,
Perhaps I must wait longer for society to catch up to my mental calibre,
Don’t hold your breath for only immortals and history buffs are ahead of the times,
Blood moons are malevolent omens condemned to detriment,
Deleterious and magnanimous anomalies are both temporary,
If we focused on amelioration rather than portraying a jury,
Mankind will still garner hope for equality like it should have during genesis

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History repeats itself (revised)

Good afternoon to my loving fallen angels! I have been going hardcore with the poetry lately, huh? Lol Anyway don’t you find it funny how life is a play and we’re constantly changing roles? When I was a kid, my dad walked out on us. Not uncommon in this day and age. So my mother raised me to hate him. Her and my sisters constantly talked shit about him, never turning the page. Heartbreak on repeat. I grew up hating him until I finally agreed to stay the Summer with my father when I started middle school. I realized my dad was a good person. One of the most pure-hearted people I’ve ever known. He told me he simply stopped loving her. My mom treated him poorly when they were together and her family/ his in-laws never welcomed him into the family. He wanted to visit me and my brother but he had too much anxiety. Too many people in my family were against him. So that was that. Since that Summer, I spent as much time with him as possible. I loved him. More than my mother, I realized later on. I respected him. My ex fiance stopped loving me. Yeah I retaliated and hit him below the belt (metaphorically. I would never ruin his precious cargo. Lmao!) but at the end of the day, there’s nothing I can do to make him want me like when he first met me. Now I find myself breaking a lot of guys’ hearts. To be honest, I have no remorse. I’m not heartless, I’m just human. I have so much love to give but apparently I haven’t met the right guy to give it too. It’s okay. We all change roles in our lives. The third spiritual law states that I have no control over anyone but myself and that I must accept that. And I do. But I still miss my ex everyday. If I never learned to control my emotions, I would probably have went down a very dark path. I am okay. You will too. The roles we all play in life are temporary if you just turn the page. Have a wonderful day, my fallen angels! Over and out. (I had to take a huge chunk of this post out because I thought the original post would help my ex-sister-in-law but I guess not. I tried. It’s not my responsibility.)


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His aura is a menacing shade of obsidian,
I sensed it as soon as I sat in the pavilion,
His presense drains my altruistic golden shield,
My bright light doesn’t phase him for he will never yield,
He worships chaos as a kind of sick masochism,
Nothing will taint my wings no curse no cataclysm,
Life is too short to waste on material gain,
Spiritual growth only increases with hardship and pain,
His words are sulfuric acid clouding my judgment,
If I’m not careful then I too will become ambivalent,
Empathy is a blessing and a curse it seems,
I’d rather be aware of whatever his act redeems,
He stands on stage with that condescending grimace,
No one else sees just how much of a menance,
His true intentions are for our proud nation,
Our country must submit once more to his deceit,
He rigged the ballot a conspiracy made him hard to beat,
I represent the vote of the people in society,
But he tells me it’s all in my head and that I’m crazy,
Minority groups make up population’s majority,
Whose to say whose inferior and whose their superiority,
Money corruption and hypocrisy causes a conundrum,
All this means nothing in the afterlife so dumb,
Selling his soul for 4 more years of glory,
Nothing compared to eternity below Purgatory

In Memory of G.W.B.

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