Failing Evil

 

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Fear has become a fad in this dystopian society

People are afraid of everything

They run from the sight of their own shadow

Turning a blind eye to the truth that discomforts their achy soul 

Irritated by those who speak their mind freely

Disgusted by narratives they are unable to control 

There is no argument to be had

Because utilizing discourse to find common ground 

Has gone out the window

So their right by default

And anyone that disagrees is at fault... 

If your brother sees the world through a different lens 

Why cling to disdain? 

Can you not love through disagreements? 

Make peace with a difference of opinion 

Search for the truth instead of accepting lies 

Spoon fed to you through TV 

But fallacy will hold you 

And reality will leave you cold 

It takes a strong mind to believe in something 

Beyond what their told 

Make an effort to see past the moment 

Look forward instead 

Because the person you ignore 

May butter your bread 

But an empty soul can't be fed 

Love always, Esha  <3

Unexpected

I can't see you sometimes. So I feel around for the shape of your face. I sniff the breeze for the scent of your cologne. I lay soft intent to raw feelings in hopes of finding you somewhere among the clouds. My heart moves before my thoughts and I'm thinking out loud. But I am the midst in a broken town looking for the breath of you. Until I realize that a vulnerable dreamer should never look for love. It comes like rain and falls when you least expect it. So accept thee unexpected. 


Love always, Esha <3

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Growing With Change

A turquoise view through painted glass

Exists for me and you

Look out the window

Icy wind blows,

The hooting and howling

Can be heard down the block

Where the sidewalk is slick

And men move like serpents

Whispering into open ears

Begging to be closer

Utilizing deception to be near

Mahogany branches sway on mighty trees here

But never leave, bark keeps them rooted

Till their presence is cut off

Time passes…

But the plants remain the same

Not affected by snow

Doused by the rain

Maintaining and growing

Even when the world undergoes change

Rings etched into the base like hopeful reminders

Of a future ever blooming

Love always, Esha

My Flesh

this flesh,

my flesh is soft, succulent and brown

a hue passed down

from my Grandpappy

it’s moisture maintained by shea butter

these are the lips

that gave sweet dreams to dry eyes

full and shiny like the sunrise

hands that cradled

water from many streams

used to toil, eager to clean

these are the fingers

that knitted woven things

this flesh,

my flesh is soft, succulent and brown

a hue passed down

from my Grandpappy

but sometimes it betrays me

cute can turn angry with no food

it cries out:

feed me before i turn rude

always wanting what it can’t have

trading in the desires of the heart

for all the shortcuts that make the spirit sad

it specializes in hiding the good

within a shell of bad

elastic

like a rubber band

it snaps back

tighter than spandex jeans

but when wrinkles do come…

my skin will wear it

as a badge of honor

come and see

the signs of a life well lived

look at the temple that gave

and still gives

this flesh is my flesh

and it is what it is

Love always, Esha