By: Ezekiel Gonzales
When you chose to lay your weapon… I was baffled; we had fought for what’s felt like… Killing our brothers—like savages rabid with a contagious disease
“Speak from the heart” What a load of shit Cut straight to the point did this all even matter? From the start, the middle to that…
Well damn, Here I am again; Back to the door, a locked room– s… What does the man think A beautiful verse of failure
Walking through the streets of dow… following my steps like a nagging fly, always around… Can’t seem to smack it out of the… What an annoying little buzz, buzz…
I don’t want you to know—not all o… the good, the bad, the dirty No, there’s no such thing when I… Just for a moment, let me hold you… it’s you, not him
A ball slapping on the court, spur… The kids dance and play across the… Never one to say what they should… What one should look like What one plays in society and how…
The dead have risen from the grave… show the living what they’re missi… The six-foot tomb has become a par… let the living join the dead in ne… As they dance, children a-like ski…
There, hidden under the bleachers, buried under the bridges, scattere… bound against the shoreline, float… while strapped to a red balloon There, if you pay attention
Skipping to the beat of abnormalit… I take charge through my dog days… that will reveal me Show what has been hidden under di… gaining a taste for what the other…
Roaming with thoughts of Daffodil… The common sense I lack drips fro… of my scraped knee Tears of fears One’s that hold close, ready to ta…
Letting the rain fall Dripping Fingers Soaking shirts Finding clarity through the storm What does the monster think;
The three have descended—have rise… The eldest; a boy made of stone; His heart made of glass and a brai… Yet, he could not speak His mouth was worn down with use
Come back to me, the empty space you’ve made is sen… The life that vanished created a s… Let the heartstrings tug you back… Let your soul dive head-first
Once my words have been translated… The beauty found within, the thing… Hail to the one’s that uncover and… I have chosen to bury what I wish… Loving and living for the one’s I…
Let me pop from the grave Again, the sword pierced through But the light in my eyes never die… I pretend the blood and dirt doesn… Dressed in Sunday’s Best