It's A 21st Century Plague

Guns are really the plague of the 21st century to me. Fear is it's symptom. Paranoia is it's fever. It's like people see this in the news and they react one of two ways... one, if you're like me, you find it disgusting and you feel this whole culture we have in America is sick on the sauce of it's own violence... and the guns do nothing but make it easier for someone to facilitate that culture and you want all guns to be outlawed and banned, or two people freak and think the only answer is for everybody to be armed so that we can ooze and perpetuate fear. It's like a cancer... you can't just simply cut it out because it's spread everywhere...

Lost-and-found In Thought

Anxiety
you cold flame
I can feel your hands stifling me
the hard clasp struggling to maintain it's hold
to cast upon me the woes of worry
the pains of thoughts I can't hope to even control
I feel the bonds of madness
"I refuse you"
"I shall defeat you"
I deny your hands upon this throat
though you have found me
and as you dwell in my weakness
lingered upon the lesser states
your captions emblazoned upon my sweat
you, who wake me up 2 hours at a time
out of a dead sleep
dizzy and tingled
you don't deserve to rob me of my sanity
the pull and twinge of heart strings
I refuse your offer
the municipality of your palpitations
No...
Stop!
With your heavy-headedness
with your words spewing from my lips
your thought-control
I feel the cloak of your horror-tipped fingers
squeaking down the chalkboard of my last nerve
I refuse to accept thy invitation
to become trapped by fear's voice
to de-evolve myself in your plight
and succumb to this fight or flight
because I will soar
I will rise
and are rising...
I will overcome
I will succeed
I will empower my thoughts
I will infuse them with a positivity so bold
so harsh
so angelic by design
so as to completely overshadow
the tallest building in the Chicago skyline
I can beat this...