My Poetry - Holy War

Yo, I wanna put you into a scenario

One that means a lot to me, so...

Ya see, I suffer from depression

And just like Mick Jagger, I can't get no satisfaction

Because the world's been dark for a long, long time

And I've been charged with an insoluble crime

So shackle my wrists, while my hands remain fists

And I'll step forward and face my crime

I'm tired of the whole world judging me

Telling me who I am and what I should be

I'm not sorry that I don't fit into your narrative

But I've lit-er-al-ly run out of fucks to give

This is not about my skin color

This is not about who I love

It's all about the hatred in your cold, black heart

And that you can't see that I'm a work of art

So as I struggle with who I am and who I want to be

The blackness that keeps enveloping me

I hold my sword to the heavens, and scream out "d'Artagnan"

And pretend the Musketeers are following

Ya see, this is more than just some holy war

It's a battle for my soul, and I'm the Knights Templar

You can arrest me, molest me, charge me with heresy

But I won't back down, I'll come back for more

So pick up your sword and prepare to fight

But you won't see me coming, for I'm the Black Knight

The victory will be sweet, I will revel in your defeat

I'm so strong, the Round Table will be bowing to me

This is all about my skin color

This is all about who I love

This is a fight that's hist'ry in the making

And you're on the wrong side of it, so make haste, cuz change is coming

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

When your muse hits, it doesn't matter what time it is, if you don't get it down then you lose it, and I didn't want to lose this. Woke up at 4:30am and couldn't sleep because this hit me and I had to get it out. Been watching Hamilton and it has inspired me. I haven't listened to old school hip hop and rap in ages, but this just kinda flowed out of me.  So as you read it, play it in your mind as a rap, but also with someone singing the last of each line in the even verses. Think... Linkin Park.

My Poetry - Morality Greyed

Up is up and down is down

Or up is down and down is up

It doesn't matter because it's all fucked up

Do you want the truth?

Or do you want a lie?

It doesn't matter, cuz we're all gonna die

There will be a day

Where you're stuck in the whey

The curd is in the chaff on the darkest day

Because you know that life is morally grey.

Is morally grey?

Is morally grey!

© Spiritual Animystical

My Poetry - Not Ready

I sit here and listen to the train go by

M83 plays on the radio

They sing of "no time"

The realization hits that there is no time

There is never enough time

The whistle of the train covers the sound of my sobs

The loves of my life are gone with the tide

Oblivion comes on next

The nights are long

My tears stain my cheeks, my pillow, my sheets

I'm not ready to say goodbye

"And when the nights are long

All those stars recall, your goodbye, your goodbye"

I'm calling to them

I still need you

I'm not ready to say goodbye

I'm not ready to say goodnight

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

A poem I wrote after the death of my Shih Tzu, Colby. I miss you my dear boy!

My Short Story - Jayden Kyrie The Mandalorian Jedi

 I have a much longer short story over on its own blog called Jayden Kyrie The Mandalorian Jedi. If you'd like to read it, click here.