What Is

Born into a crowded space
that you can’t control,
running from arrows
that you can not see.

Trapped in who
you are
because you
are what you’ve
always been.

Sub-consciously you
search for what
will never be found.

Apathy is a gift,
it numbs and soothes.

Time was once just
an illusion,
but now it’s a
cold reality
that judges and taunts
at every turn.

Darkness is better
than light, it hides
the warts and faults
that consume
and hinder.

But after the
darkness comes
the light,
for better or worse.

The Poison

The poison
Maybe deadly,

But it tastes
So sweet,
like
Like natural
Death,

Un-complicated and neat.

Broken bones
can be fixed
but not this.

Now more
than ever
you want
it to change
but it never does.

Hoping to recapture
what never was.

Permanent damage
that you can’t erase,

being eaten by the
dragon you
once chased.

Better off broken
into little pieces
that will consume
all that you used
to be.

Standing frozen
and trapped,

wrapped too tightly
to maintain.

Unfocused outbursts
of darkness and pain.
Regret is useless, empty and cold.
But so is this.

Clipped Wing

Back from
the dead
I rise,

like the phoenix
I am, comfortable
in my own skin.
At Least I wish
I was, but I never
was, comfortable
that is.

I've always been
a lost soul,
but now I'm just
lost.

A man with nothing
but space and time
to reflect.

Never really gave
a fuck about
what was coming next.

Maybe should have,
but it's too late now
or maybe not.

Where I go now,
only God knows
and that's better
than me.

Obama So Far Not So Good

I Like most black Americans found myself overjoyed and amazed by the reality that we have elected a black man to be the forty-forth president of The United States. Now that a little more than a month has passed since election day, I'm starting to get the sneaky sense that we aren't really headed for change, only more of the same. First came news that Rahm Emanuel the pro-war, openly Zionist Israel supporter and water carrier for the corporate wing of the Democratic National Committee would be Obama's chief of staff. That irritated me, but I was willing to cut the president elect a little slack on his choice because Emanuel is a tough Washington insider who is capable of doing battle with the wing nuts on the right. Then came the news that Robert Gates would remain in his role as Secretary of Defense. Bob Gates though less hawkish than some, and more affable than Donald Rumsfeld is still a right-wing Ronald Reagan style thug with ties to the Iran-Contra scandal. Do I even need to remind you that he is a hold over from the George W. Bush administration? How is this change. The slow simmer that I had been stewing in for the past few weeks boiled over and turned into a four alarm blaze when word came that Obama would tap Hillary Clinton for Secretary of State. Bill Richardson was available, as was Al Gore, and my personal favorite Chuck Hagel, but Hillary gets the gig? This serves as nothing more than a gift to the middle of the road, mealy mouth, centrist democrats who have destroyed this party. Hillary Clinton is a war mongering republican in a democrat pants suit. Where is this progressive, ground breaking president that I voted for? On election night, Barrack Obama said that "change has come to America". It's time to put up or shut up.

Sunday Night

Jesus saved me
again today,

he took all
of my troubles
away,

Actually he just
made them a little
easier to deal with.

Taught me how to
feel joy again,
made me a little
more comfortable
in my own skin.

And comfortable
is better than how
I used to feel,
at least it's
something real.

I used to
numb
myself
everyday,

but the pain
never went away.

A slave
to the world,

I thought I'd
never be free,
and then I met
Jesus and he
saved me.
He saved me.


© 2008 Peter Truth


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Poetic82: Beautiful. Jesus saved me too. We all come here to experience something in life, many times pain is tied to it. Not to teach us pain, but to teach us love. It is pain that guides and directs us and motivates us and molds us. I believe that we are like the butterfly who starts as a caterpillar, who must experience the pain of change but in the end experiences lifes utlimate beauty. Oh to become a butterfly. That is what Jesus shows us, what life is like as a butterfly. Wonderful read.

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C.T. Bailey: The world thinks we're foolish...but we know better. Such a nice piece, it flowed very well. I enjoyed this...it was an encouragement.
Todd

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debileah/deborah lea.. Well written poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

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AWAKE

Now awake
to realize that
you've always
been asleep.

Bought all
that they sold
even at the
price of your
soul.

The truth is
a riddle wrapped
in a puzzle that
you can't solve.

Trapped in a box
that you would'nt
open if you could.

So you run away,
that's what you do
best.

But can't get away
from yourself now
that you're awake.

A Different Time

A different
time and place,
there was
a time I knew
your face,

there was
a time I
knew your place.

You never
saw the
true beauty
you had within.

So now you've
lightened your
skin to be more
like him.
But still
just a nigger
until the end.