COPING
Harder and Harder to Get Up Off Knees
Thoughts float on age or maybe currency
Spying harsh injustices to every creed
So I read into all that I See to Remain Vital
Pushing back life’s everyday suicidal recital
Revival is but brevity in achieving survival
Unless I’m truly favored and believing, hoping
Mirages, phantoms, ghosts and UFO’s, 2nd comings
Whose to say what goes, Just because everybody says so……?
While masses are clubbing to auto-tune dubbing
School age kids are rubbing on crotches instead of eye sockets
No wonders left to ponder as I sit here coping……..
As society at large bends down to pick up soap from cut rope
Cringing from strokes and stabs to the massive……
Waiting for a turn , to do the same when time to turn around
And give…..non-stop keeping it real as a disguise for protection
Reflections dictating from Pharisees tricknology promulgating
Repent by Giving Tithes to a Jihad Promising Glory After Life
As I sit here stunned and amazed that all is still not showing
Writing repetitive pieces of everyday feces, is to me reaching
Walking is necessary and true for my arrival……to dawn a new day
A New way…….Observing….Confronting…..Confounding…….
Astounded in the Profound facets of Coping……..
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