Sweet melody caress my thoughts under the fluorescence of the moon
My soul finally rests…
Abstract visions lead me astray into old habits
But you guide me back to whom my higher self demanded
I’m peaceful but peace sprouted from what the chaos crafted
Theorise through clear lies
Blurred teared eyes
Coupled by scalene sides
When the dust settles we’re left with silent cries
That echo into the night
As our minds bunjee in and out of internal riots
The extension of our hearts become one of our daily triumphs
Like symphonies on old tattered vinyls
Our souls and our bodies collided
We become one with our fragmented desires
Reliant on the pyres from the pandemonium as our pacifier
I’ve heard life is a bitch
But never how to pacify her
Drunk on illusions
Like our predecessors
Dramatics playing the role of intoxicated breiers
Mindless with their apathetic substructure
Feeding into their words like a mothers breast feeds an infant
But unlike infants we cannot reach out and touch her…
Clustered in a bouquet of poisonous idioms
Parched from insidious promises
We voice our souls on crooked podiums
Where our inner child screams until their lungs are torn
Our cries echo back to us in the silence of the night
Our inner child rests in peace as our inner teen unshackles the manacles with all their might
Addicted to the craving of peace but ironically bearing the suffering of itself
Our dictators antagonistically belt their voices “how can you suffer when you did this to thine own self?”
Our dictators judge our appearances with their preconceptions
Rewiring our chords according to their perceptions to establish their lost connections
Starved of nourishment and at war with my loneliness, I grew a dependency to their concoctions
Until I woke from reality and began to consume the spiritual decoction
In the face of ignorance evolution is declared impossible
Using the excuse of regulation is no longer plausible
In Destruction lies creation but feeble minds conjure thoughts of healing not being possible
So here I stand, compelled to triumph over daily trials, tribulations and obstacles
In turn disturbingly sipping the joy of miracles
This poem was written by Mackalan and Saint. After performing it at two spoken word poetry events and receiving phenomenal feedback. The two poets have decided to publish. Furthermore we remain grateful for the growing support for our poetry and hope you continue to enjoy our pieces.
