heroine

5.17.19

I’m just here
Wondering
Why you arent
Where you said
You’d be
Again

Never trust a weapon you haven’t prepped yourself.

It’s cool
another broken
promise
that won’t
come back
to bite
one day

there’s never a good way to say we don’t have a future

There’s a simple kind of math that says
If you can’t hold to a simple promise
Or manage your drinking so you dont
Pass out often on stranger couches
Then you’re not ready for the real
Promises that come with a ring

Someone once said it’s better to die amongst honorable friends than live surrounded by enemies. The odds have never been worse and the stakes never higher, but that’s when we’re at our best. They fight for glory, for fame. We fight for each other, for the survival of 10 billion people on one planet, and countless more amongst the stars. The cause has never been greater, and this company of compadres never better suited to rekindle the fires of liberty and equality in a darkened galaxy.
My friends, these will be our finest hours.

Leaving in a tin can with wings
is the funniest thing
when it can make the heart sing
just because it brings us
from past to dreams
I have my fears
You’ve spilled tears
But you keep saying
None of that matters
You’re coming home
To me

5.6.19

Spend literal hours
talking about assessments,
Multi-syllabic bullshit artists
justify careers on teenagers
trying to survive, smogged with
Impossible rigor,' only caring
About questions, comparisons,
Statistics on a page
Not eyes, lives, loss, and
’have you eaten today'
Fret over school improvement,
performance pay Ignore broken homes
kids that aren't okay
Every day ends a little more broken
Inside Dreams of inspiring young souls
Have dried with all the tap-dances
we cried over generations gone awry

Honor is measured in decorum to those that want you dead.  Or something like that…

I was waiting
for the day
you would say
no more damsel
the stars are yours.

Justice should be blind… but is often bought.