The many forms of
destruction
are found in the
padded tips of
your fingers-
understood
lightly from
the tainted
retina. Ignorance is
the seed that thrives
and
grips the
truth; eating
up Mother Nature
-vines.

The many forms of
destruction drop
from the
tongue
of a young
boy. Brink
of manhood,
testosterone asserted.
He peels the petals
of an
intoxicated rose;
hardly worried whether
“She loves me
She loves me not”

The many forms of
destruction
are conceived
in the
white
supremacy
childhood nursery
rhythms.
Young sponges,
stuffed with
an unspoken drive
to fight all forms
of love,
the spectrum of skin
shades-
All under Almighty
Fathers rule.

The many forms of
destruction
are painted
in exquisite
clothing,
drinking air
And puking sanity. The
dependence we have
on looks
-heaven forbid
we judge hearts.
Over indulgence
in the dark arts.

The many forms of
destruction
can be silent.
An acid rainstorm
of thoughts,
evaporating
from the media
Burning - burning -burning.
Matches supplied
from peers,
pressure
and parents.
The bomb is ticking
until
the gun
whispers,
“Do you care now
that deforestation
has occurred,
Purity reaped.”

The many forms of
destruction
cry and moan
from the gassed
children
and starving
mothers.
Our Virgin bleeds
tears of blood,
while families
are buried
in heaps of power
control.

The many forms of
destruction
may be large
And small.
-heartbreak
grays the soul.
-massacre of the
Innocent. Innocent?
A term coined
for a life taken;
Who could have
beat the
faithful wife
and shafts
the new born into
Reality.

The beauty of destruction
is the
fountain constructed
-realization.
Understanding faults
And fixing
your own,
stopping a death,
fighting for a cause,
refraining a comment,
seeking an ear (listening).
Ying and Yang, will
keep evil prevalent, but
the light should not
be…so…dim.