The Sky is Falling

The sky is falling
But it’s upside down
And it’s raining and it’s pouring
And it’s softening the ground

So ashes can be spread
And we can bury our dead
And we can wake to sleepless nights
Cold sweats in our bed

Memories seasoned with regret
Inside already tormented heads
Heaven is below
It is where they go
And hell is in a realm
Between the ceiling and the floor

The sky is falling
And hell resides above
So the fire and the brimstone
Fall down to earth on us

 

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The debris flutters down like snow
Making eyes water and hearts ache
Its toxic and its weightless
Yet heavy enough to make hearts break

Planes drop mindlessly out of the sky
Wasting 100s of our lives
Leaving behind orphans and widows
Death comes to part husbands and wives

Bombs detonate in churches near mosques
Making a mockery of our religions
Of our safety precautions, of us
Leaving in its wake another fresh & rotting corpse

The roads are soaked with blood
From this car crash and that fight
The streetlights don’t work
Either way, there’s no light

And distrust is so heavily woven into the tapestry
That we know things are never quite as simple as they seem
How does one even have clarity of vision when darkness sets the precedent?
For the environment, for the living conditions, even for the government

Is it the potholes?
Is it the cutting corners?
Is it corruption?
Is it lack of expertise?
Or is it just our quota for the deceased?

Whatever it is
Left behind
It’s getting harder and harder to breathe.
And even harder to sleep
The loss of the lost
Brings us all to our knees.

Father, Father, Father help us.
Turn our nation right side up,
So many things seem so senseless,
So can You please make it stop?

If the sky was the right side up
Blessings would be showering down
I cannot help but think we’ve destroyed the atmosphere
And turned things the wrong way around

When there is so much depravity, top down
How does one avoid gravity? It must come down.

The sky is falling
And it doesn’t matter if you cry
The residue from hell’s sewers
Will rise up to infect our lives

We are all sick
Inhaling these impurities
Cruelty has tipped the scales
No one has immunity

We exhale broken hopes
We breathe in dashed dreams
The future is a mirage
That is swept up in the evening breeze

The sky is falling down
It’s falling down on us
Are you willing to hold it up?
If so, at what opportunity cost?

Father, Father, Father help us.
Turn our nation right side up,
So many things seem so senseless,
So can you please make it stop?

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The War Against Apathy!

The war against apathy cannot be waged in silence
The war against apathy must be waged with violence!
The most violent of emotions allowed to surface
They must rise and consume with no intro or preface

Apathy is a cancer
That eats away at your dreams
Multiplying your fears
Until they are greater than your means

And fear that you will not conquer them
Gives apathy the cue to take the screen.
And then apathy plays the role
That once belonged to your goal

And apathy takes over the character
That once had so much character
And now the sound of silence
Fills the void that was once laughter


An overwhelming suspicion that you will never succeed
Makes you stiff in the joints, and weak in the knees
It makes you suppress your goals and stifle your dreams
It makes you pretend you care not for the ends nor the means

Yet the truth is that paralysis is fear
And that shrug is a façade behind which you disappear
For you are scared to try and fail and lose what you hold dear
So you raise and lower your shoulders and pretend that you don’t care.

But if you do not try my dear
You have already lost it
What could have been molts away
Shoved into the back of your closet
Wrapping it up, hiding it away
You don’t know what that cost it

It costs it survival
But what you need is a revival
A shovel to resurrect,
And a compass to redirect,
Your footsteps so you find your way
And fear not the journey,
That should have begun yesterday.

For apathy is your enemy,
That seeks to suppress your success
So death to apathy,
The most violent sort of death!
Banish with it fear and laziness,
And negativity’s caress.

Let your passions explode,
And wage war against the apathetic,
Whether its academic, entertaining or simply poetic,
Let your passions pour forth and render apathy apologetic.

Bend it and twist it and turn it to your will!
Manipulate it until you’ve had your fill!
Until your emotions well up and begin to overflow
Until you’re suffering from passion overload!
Until you must create or sing or write or draw!
Until you’re broken and fixed and apathetic no more!
Until you’re ready to love and hate and go to war!
Until you’re human and whole and half and sore!
Until you’re living and breathing and an emotional whore!
Until you’re reckless and breathless and longing for more!
Until apathy is banished and the rebellion floored!
Until you’re ready to take the penalty against apathy and score!
Ready to live life as if it weren’t a chore
Ready to worry less and do so much more!
Until apathy is the Passover that dares not stop but soars
Far away from your dreams like the blood smeared door

Until you are ready to take a chance and ready to perform,
Ready to throw away the umbrella and dance in the storm
Ready to give apathy a one-way ticket to hell,
And banish the barriers in your mind that refuse to let you EXCEL!

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