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Medication (@ThusSpokeHaven)

The following slam poem was submitted by a poet who goes by the name "@ThusSpokeHaven." This poem is provided as both a spoken word poetry performance and a written poetry piece, and addresses the realities of human suffering.  Leave a comment to move this poem up in the rankings. Our poetry comment system is intended to facilitate feedback for our artists, and to promote creative communication. Don't just read poetry -- take the leap by submitting, commenting, and following.  

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Medication
Stop embracing the cathartic abstract carnage of a heartless artist. 
The bar is, set so low that we praise harmless marches for the hardship of recently departed targets of darkness, victims to the twisted system we claim to abhor.
Step out from the addictive vintage rhythm, sickly symptoms, I’m panic-stricken, watching the world play chicken with dangerous falsely depicted dictums claiming written wisdom.
Albeit a decree of deceit. They say: Don’t eat meat, don’t let greed eat me. Don’t let freedom be free. Abstain from the mundane ingrained pain within, the fall of men, but truthfully we’re stained with sin. Thespian pedestrians tuned into a hypnotizing message of hate.
Let’s defy the capitalist swine, with their receding hairlines aligned behind columbine declaring takeover. 
Yet we all rely on Asian medication, a new haven nation of sedation, their drug just happens to be dollar signs, fine wines, and fine white lines. So who are we to judge?
Broken minds are faced with the realization that separation of congregations, the discontinuation of an oscillating civilization is intoxication. Medication.
Just a distraction from grave reality. 
Daisies and bumblebees.
deported divorcees, sea horses. 
Paninis and manatees.
Pleasantries and drinking antifreeze.
A lonely aged elite with a master’s degree from the academy of living agony, another casualty of the galaxy, our mortality. We callously esteem him as a symbol of an extreme regime of totality, his philanthropy brutality. Ironically, all my words are blasphemy. They have to be. Rational sanities a malady. It’s the tragedy of our human condition’s finality. Who do we payback for the injustice? Our fathers. Generational pain.
Just stay broke. Don’t hate the system, just stay broke. Just stay broke. Don’t hate lineage. Just stay broke. I’m a descendant of mutual experience and my people are furious. Just stay broke.

For the Moment (Myles Ellis)


Things only go our way for so long, may not be long before we say so long to those that were there for us to fall on. Those who would forewarn us to the dangers this world may display.

Word Power (Angela Khristin Brown)

there is something I wanted to say,
if only you listen to my thoughts,
words are confusing me, can't rest my mind on what I feel,
my emotions twist my words around,
I can't think back, it is not what it was supposed to be,
why did you not respond to my actions,
actions speak in gestures,
words speak in symbols,
the matter of truth is misspelled,
let us speak in honesty,
you cannot begin to understand,
what I am trying to say is...

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