Free Form Poems

Who Saw it? 

Who saw it?  

Was it you,  

Was it me?  

It was them  

Truth locked away  

A gem hidden in finite distance, the past  

We look at items 

Never seeing the hands that made them,  

We look as the writings of writings,  

Never knowing authors  

We look at ruins,  

Never knowing how monumental they were  

Who was there  

The sun 

The moon,  

They are silent gods,  

Experiencing what we yearn to know,  

Never able to tell us  

Revolutions (draft 1) 

They are our hidden vice,  

Hidden in our deepest thoughts,  

Hidden in our darkest passions,  

Hidden in our hardcore hard drive,  

Because we yearn for a better world but know rivals don’t give up easy, 

We give a tacit nod to our political allies,  

We watch our own extremists in the night  

Hidden away when secretly connect with them,  

They strip their formal clothing off, revealing our naked truth,  

We have an erotic attraction to the hardcore thoughts of our beliefs systems,  

Deepest, passionate thoughts, illicit the most hypnotic desire to imprint on reality 

Our extremists are the vice that lingers in the night,  

It asks if we are still up,  

Extremists use our lust for change to seize the momentum of revolution,  

In the middle of the night our extreme thoughts pull into a place of close intimacy,  

Telling us we don’t have to hide our truest passions we do on a daily basis,  

Yet revolutions are coming out parties of our most passionate ethics,   

The shock to the system that has been ingrained for so long,  

Revolutions are the desert before dinner but very rarely do we think about the life after,  

Very rarely do we concern ourselves with the nutritional value of all,  

Rather just craving of a few 

No clean hands 

We should was our hands,  

Because underneath very rug is guilt,  

We should wash our hands,  

Because underneath every hut is a sin,  

We should wash our hands,  

Because in every house secrets rot the bones,  

We should wash our hands,  

Because in every tent there is a darkness human nature,  

We should wash our hands,  

Because our feet walk over the iniquities of our ancestors,  

We should wash our hands,  

Because now one has been cleanse of wrongdoing,  

We should wash our hands,  

Because human nature has skeletons in closets,  

We should wash our hands  

Because the demons are the past generations that hid away their wrongdoings,  

They are not one color,  

They are not one creed,  

They are not an ethnic group,  

They are the nature of who we are as species