Protest

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Clutched, I find our picket signs are
Painted hearts on wicked minds
Graffiti love–this sleepless town
A neon drug with wired sounds
The weak, the few, the scattered are
The warriors of tomorrow’s coup
Indifference: the enemy
The power: us. The weapon: you.
The cause is what we make of it
With future eyes’ unsilenced gaze
Across the codes we write of love
Across the viruses of hate
We pen a history to come
A melody as yet unsung
And cast our vote beneath the sheets
Of being free–of being we

Imploring Sparks

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Imploring sparks
A kerosene from broken hearts
Has taken refuge in the cavity
Beneath the surface you once placed
Your tired head upon to rest–
The empty cavern of my chest

A potent mix
Of fractured things I cannot fix
Is soaking through the fabric of my dreams
And now, escaping through my pores
Is inundating me once more
As I kneel, willing on the floor

If this must be
The violent finality
Of pleading for a cause that no one sees
Then take the agony in me
And light it up–set it ablaze
As I dispel the dark in flames