Poetry & Podcast October 12th

Some of these poems are old,

Odes to another soul's  days,

Some remain in their first draft,
Raw and unedited for power's sake

Soon to be replaced with a second edition

Some are of the darkness while others are hopeful
Content in counter culture to current events

Use tale herein told
From an empathetic imagination

To heal, find hope, or inspiration
Or words for a wound long hidden
May the light of equality radiate
Ending prejudice and bullying

Arbiter of Finality (Raw)
http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/at_arbiter_of_finality_raw

Tomorrow: When I die. All shall be said & done. This is a forecast of my thirty third year on earth. Living on borrowed time.

Sea of falling words fading out, No eyes brought a soul back to life at the sight of walking my poetic tracks. Ineffective virus I'm availed in life as in death.

Forward thinking past eulogy tense,No use for my limbs,Tear this downcast head via a chalk outline self inflicted noose from this lonely place where no voice acknowledge my words. Too many handsome moonlight nights spent dreaming of Mariana's Trench black solitude, No disregard of man can reach so deep as to find me therein,Expired from the view of this place.

In earnest anticipation of,