In this America 

I laid in bed, wrapped in the freedoms of this country and when I woke, you forbid me to truly speak.”  -Beth 

In this America, 

in this era, truth seems to disdained, censored and erased. It is has simple as removing(temporarily banning)you from social media. 

In this America,

lies and truth war one another, through social medias, many focus on the minuet details rather then the bigger picture, the move behind the push.

In this America,

voice only matters if the words and stories conform. What is said and spoken against this conformity is where the war lay,

You’ve come and stood,

upon my doorstep, 

You’re a constant 

gaze through my window.

You ever attempt to silence me


I will speak of humanity and the rights being violated unjustly. 

Remaining silent on unjust wars and censorship only allows the wrong parts of government and human nature to grow. 

I will speak out for those of humanity that are displaced, the refugee and those opproessed through censorship(to name a few),

I will write for you that your humanity may find a home within me, that your wrong may find justice through a pen, that your voice silenced, may find expressions through paper. 

Side note; this is a factual expression. I have shared and spoken out the truth through social media and woke to find through a simple notice, I was temporarily removed(banned) from social media.

When truth is removed, only one thing can replace that…a lie….

Every lie carries a portion of truth, this is how a lie justifies the judge and any unjust actions the judge hands out. 

–this is not an anti trump post, it is however about the unjust dealings of a government and the silent war waging.  

Sorry for the what seems to be a rant but I am frustrated with what has transpired and my currently being temporarily banned. Comments are welcome and I will be glad to explain the reasons. Thank you for reading this

Violence begets 

All have an ideology, none are free. When the ideology is allowed to grow and bare fruits of hate leading to violence, all lose.” -Beth 

“A stand dosent have to be hateful or violent, it must be greater. It must be silent..” -Beth 

Violence begets a weakened fight for civil liberties and gives a self serving government more control.

They speak to us of history, the way they want us to hear it, show us images the way they want us to see them. 

I have seen violence destroy dreams.

I have seen violence destroy minds and races.

I have seen violence destroy divide and never untie.

I have seen violence walk free and silence arrested. Injustice free to roam,  justice sits behind concrete walls.

I have never seen violence change the world rather prison us. 

I have never seen violence change the world, only destroy and add to its moral, physical, and social decay.

For centuries they have kept me on my side and you on your side, I have never seen them truly try to unite us. What would happen if we united? Well, the question is much bigger then that, the question is this, “what would happen to them(leaders), if we united?”

It is not the color of skin, race or gender we need to question, rather those that lead. 

Instigators of hate, drag us to war, telling me it is you and telling you it is me. It is neither you or I but them our leaders that have brought us here, time and time again. 

They will instigate thoughts of a privileged group but it is they who are privileged, they have our sight and hearing, this we have handed to them. 

Instigators of war no matter what shore they attack, this war is for them not us, this war is for their privilege and supremacy(no matter race or gender) not ours. None of this is for you over there or for me over here. Understanding this will threaten all they are trying to build through proprigated wars. 

I have seen silence confound their world.

I have seen silence and all its actions deafen their desires and speech. 

I have seen silence disfigure a lie. For all built upon a lie, silence will change the very features of war, values and all materials built off the backs of men and women engaged in their battle.

I have seen the empires built from noise and I have seen a man stand, shoes of silence that cussed many to question it all. 

A stand dosent have to be violent or hateful, a stand must be greater, it must be silent..

Asleep in a lie

The only serum for a lie, truth..”

I had laid with this lie for years, a perfect union. 

Nightly we lay together, clothed in gentle denial. 

My eyes had only seen that which a lie would allow. To this weary eye, a prayer for sightless.

You have turned me into this lie, a world carefully crafted by images and sounds. 

Because of you my world no unforgiving and forgein. 

Truth had come in like an adulteress, undressed me and naked I lay, stripped of all that was real to my flesh. 

Trembling at the thought of this truth, and the foot prints that continue beyond what can be touched. 

You’ve clothed me in words not my own, 

meanings well constructed but none did my soul recognize. 

Before I slept, 

I pleaded with my dreams, do not wake me, 

cover me..

Truth pierced night,

from a single scar, 

a light,

leads me to realities inside,

beyond this shroud of site.


Death grows 

The raven had said, it is all a nightmare that dreams, death now has grounds to grow. 

Their black and white is doubtful.

Within their silence villains roam.

Judgement will find those that set themselves as judge, in a land and streets unlike their own, that death may grow and nightmares show. 

Before the raven departed he spoke, “it is not enough to know but to fight this death that grows.”

Gray tongue

They speak with gray tongues, structures are different but the tongue is still speaks in a language of gray.” 

Tongue of colors truth bound by fear.

Freedoms to disagree suppressed by lead skies.

Different structures but the same gray walls, truths are disquieted so lies spoken in riddles and broken rhymes, are all that is heard(hourly)through paid independent journalist of gray tongues, a tongue dipped in profits of gold. 

Journals filled of truths, written with pained pens, eyes of tearful witness to greeds powerful war, but no one hears, for these truths disrupt lifestyles and ways of life that bare more weight to some, then a child dying from greed’s war. 

Tongues of gray will determine what the truth is and how it is to be written and heard by the people. The freedom to determine and to hear will be stripped and the journalists that writes of colored tongue will be harder to find and hear for they speak contrary to the tongues of gray dipped in gold. 

Tongues of gray will oppose the forgein tongue through carefully penned attacks for they will write according to the gold given, being handed a power to condition and change behaviors through a simple sentence. 

“HR5181. Countering foreign propaganda and disinformation act.” Signed into law on dec 24th of 2016. 

A different quite

When your quite can no longer lay me bare, no longer undressed by a language only the heart in its naked self can no.

When your quite can no longer still me the heart begins to drift. 

When your quite changes, rattled emotions hear every deafening sound. 

When your quite changes, 

quite changes me,

quite changes you,

shadows once stilled by love, begin to roam. 


Art should be free to expose, beneath grey skies, the shadows that stagger at noonday.” -Beth 

Poetry should be able to flow openly through a barren land, producing fruit freely, after its own desire.

Art should cause, with a single glance, a flow of questions where settled answers have erected themselves like statutes.

Poetry should be able to judge you and I, for we have set ourselves as judges aganist what we seldomly understand.

Art should draw with the stroke of a sketch pencil, what we fear to explore.

Poetry should be a voice, not or own but the voice of those the world does not give ear too.

Art should be able to draw the demons we hide from, whether it be, the demons of color, of different thoughts, of words, and of truth. Art should be able to expose hidden demons and thus draw the angles that fight politically excepted demons of light. 

Poetry should write of these demons and of the angels, for we carry and embrace them both. Poetry should expose the angels that except the demons that separate for we war with both. Poetry should write of the demons that walk with war, poverty and prejudices.

Art and  Poetry should expose the demons upon the backs of angels, we carry both all the days of our lives, art and poetry should be the window that gives clear view. 

Art should draw of heartbreak and hope, poetry should write of this for both stain the heart.

Art and poetry should let the pen write and draw on paper uncensored.