have you ever thought
that your battles of today
would have been better fought
on the plains of bloodshed of the times past
that the sofas we sit on
should have been thrones of wood and steel
that the words we type upon keys
should have been swords against armour
hammers on skulls
i do in 2014
we loose our focus
the focus of blood, mud, and tears
should have been
focused on the sins of others
and the bleeding bodies of the weak
unlike your false knights
i can draw blood from a stone
if love is a rose
then sex is but lawn clippings
full of dog shit and cigarette butts
of all the whores
you stick like shit
to the ceiling fan of my life
blood
guts
and a soy cortado
have you ever heard a real piano
the sound of keys
to the locked doors of life
a curse on the man
that put filters on cigarettes
and pop music on the radio
stop crying for a second
and listen to your own heart breaking
beautiful
painful
and true
the charms of young women
pail in comparison
to the beautiful suffering
that a woman can bring upon us all
men
boys
the weak
there can be no hard feelings my dear
one cannot have the angst of a child
against a child
there is much to learn
and your time here has just begun
i am old to this world
and not long for it neither
not battle nor sickness shall take me this time
this time
it shall be love
that removes me from your world
zebrasindenver 