Empath Epitaph

He cared so much it hurt him
In ways he didn’t know
His friends would all desert him
Their loyalty a show

He sought a life of solitude
When possible you see
For he was often misconstrued
Which led to misery

He lived his days in agony
Absorbing other’s rue
Until the final tragedy
A heart that broke in two

So if you are a passersby
Of this worn down stone
And feel the urge to heal, then try
Or die unloved, alone.

The Order

I’ll probably be cancelled as the cleansing ensues
And I doubt there are many upset with the news
All I’ve ever pushed for is freedom of thought
But they only want those who are easily bought

If my words disappear don’t believe it was me
I left them right here for the future to see
It was those who feel they are ordained to control
Your every last move until dropped in your hole.

Shut Down

Again we’ve been fooled
Irresponsibly ruled
Completely coerced
To respect the reversed
And illogical lines
The symbols and signs
Elitists employ
As they tinker and toy
With the world we perceive
So never believe
The news for you see
They fuel fallacy.

Kind

What kind of monster am I?
indifferent when innocents die
What kind of world have we built?
death on demand free of guilt
What kind of person are you?
destroying because you’re told to
How kind can everyone be?
deny their deception and see

Follow?

We are led by evil to tread the path
Of selfish greed and mindless wrath
When we should seek as guide instead
A shepherd with a heart well fed,

For we must hazard bleak terrain
And intermittent spots of pain
Before our eyes (if blessed to see)
Behold sublime eternity.

This journey surely takes its toll
Be mindful of each fellow soul
For when you help the sick or lame
It feeds redemptions hungry flame.

Truth Bomb

Programmed from birth
To contemplate worth
In terms of ones capacity
To pad another’s girth

Instead, we should
(as any sane person would)
Put value on veracity.
If only the connivers could.

Eleventh

I can’t believe how much you’ve grown
And the resilience you have shown
When life gets tough I know you’ll be just fine

You’re bound to touch a lot of hearts
With your humor and those smarts
And I hope you know how much you helped heal mine.

Show's Over

The summoning box is silent
So I can actually hear my sigh
And not the stream of violent
Vitriol it tends to ply
If only haughty thespians were made
To act as nice as those they have portrayed.

The Art of Giving

Don’t help others begrudgingly
Life is not a quest for glee
It’s more about the deeds you do
That grant another dignity

And if you feel you’ve suffered loss
Or you’ve been forced to toss
Your dreams, remember someone who
Gave much more on the cross.

Touchy

I’ve always wondered why
I was born to be
A slave until I die
Fooled to think I’m free

And even when I lost
A portion of the chains
I realized the cost
Was all my token gains

I struggle to accept
The lies routinely fed
By demons so inept
Integrity is dead

And still I dread the sting
From which I’m never safe
For scars don’t seem to bring
Relief where shackles chafe.

Comeuppance

THEY control the message but YOU control your mind
So never go all-in on what THEY say
Denial of the obvious means that you’re not only blind
But YOU deserve whatever comes your way.

Pussyfoot

The worries of the world are vast
But never fear what doesn’t last
For one day all will cease to be
Including even you and me

Resist becoming rattled by
The tragedies and trials that try
Even those whose faith is deep
We all will laugh, we all must weep

Remember to be graceful when
You’re dancing in the lion’s den
Step lightly if you seek to sway
The Beast from pouncing on it’s prey.

Sanitation

For those that seek a solace seldom seen
Surrender to the snowfall; it’s serene
In a surprising way, the silence so intense
As swirling crystals saturate every single sense
With silvery assurances that mask the sordid soil
From shameful shams of selfishness at which we sadly toil.

Immaterial

Jumbled bones
Tumbled stones
Defended land
No one owns

Haughty fools
Created rules
Posts were manned
By human tools

Epochs wane
Negating gain
And here we stand
Where ghosts remain.

Merging

The highway slithered out of sight
I upped acceleration
We marveled at momentum’s might
Through every undulation
It seemed a perfect day to coast
And mull my destination
While yielding to the Holy Ghost
For signs of our salvation.