THERE ARE NO HEROES

“In the face of pain, there are no heroes.”
-George Orwell

 

there are no heroes

 

I walk through a blood filled land.

A battlefield full of screams, tears—

No one can hear me crying here.

I scream out that I would die for you.

Amongst the chaos, I am still alone.

Bodies rise and fall around me,

yet no one seems to see me walking.

Is it too late to save my very soul?

The earthquake rattles the land; fall.

No. The bombs tear apart the ground.

The earth rises up and swallows me whole.

I wake to the same scene, yet again.

Puddles of blood and haunting screams.

There I stand alone in Gods war on hell.

Who is left to pray for me?

Is there any love left in me?

Is it too late for my soul?

It’s not the rapture and I’m not Christ.

Just a mortal man fighting a war—

A war he cannot win or prevent.

So I stand ready for this path again.

Ready to take my own life for this pain.

The blood increases with every reset.

Puddles turn to seas. Seas to oceans.

Each march through bodies and gore

that weigh me down further with each step

and my inner self dies with it; I weep.

Among the dying and the living,

is there anyone who will save my soul?

I fight myself. I fight the world. I fight all.

I’m alone, so no one will pray for me.

Sacrifice is the verdict as I give up my heart.

Heroes don’t live, so they cannot die.

So there’s no one to come save my soul.

If someone were to come along this path;

Don’t pray me for.

Kill me and take away this pain,

finally adding my own to this blood ocean.

 

Copyright ©2018 Taihair Brown

 

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Come Enjoy It With Me

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If you see me drinking like I have no J-O-B,

grab a cup, come over and join me.

The moon is out and we are not giving a shit.

Sorry to get a little vulgar, but here’s a tip—

Life is too short to not smile and take it all in.

It’ll be too late for regrets when it comes to an end.

If you see some good bourbon; yes that’s on me.

We’re all adults, so no need for a referee.

Have a beer, take some shots and be a peace.

It’s a celebration and we’re dancing in the streets.

You’re all beautiful people to me and I love thee.

So get here because you have till the count of three.

Every second later is yet another hug when you arrive.

You only get one life, as there is no test-drive.

So come and experience it with yours truly.

Together, we can love, say a prayer and get unruly.

 

©2017 Taihair Brown

Truths & Lies

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She wanted to sing me a ballad.

Looked to me, said she had fallen in love.

Told me that I made her life valid.

I had no words, so I just gave her a hug.

 

In a pallid world, she was my sun,

but I was a fool and never saw the smoking gun.

She knew not love and poisoned my heart

with her words as she was lying from the start.

 

©2017 Taihair Brown

Python

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Squeezes you with the strength of a python.

Pushing the air from your very lungs,

listening to your bones crack from under the weight,

but you fight on because that’s all you can do,

yet its grip gets tighter and you want to scream

with the hope that the noise would scare it away,

but it pays you no mind and keeps going

with no care for your condition or circumstances

that you may have had to face prior to this,

but you can’t give up and cave in to the pressure

as you are the chosen and have been tested before.

The pressures of life can never crush you

as long as you continue to fight, with the will to live.

 

©2017 Taihair Brown

One Day I Will Die

Live your life

One day I will die.

No reason for tears in those eyes.

I will not live in denial.

I will live my life with a smile.

Come have a drink with me.

Lets have fun and make a scene

while the music plays

and we twist and sway.

One day I will die.

Why should I try to lie?

So let me just live this life.

Enjoy the day and the night.

Join me in a toast,

and travel to the Gold Coast.

See the lands of our ancestors,

before drinking out in Manchester.

One day I will die.

No need for me to be shy.

Only just, please don’t judge me.

You can just let me be,

or even, you can come along

and sing with me, a beautiful song

while we smoke some good weed,

before this living, we concede.

©2017 Taihair Brown

Don’t Shoot

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Dancing to the Devil under Gods sun.
Officer, please answer my cries and pleas.
No one will mourn for me is what they’ll think.
Terrified because you have a gun in my face.

Shaking, not because I’m a threat, but because of the threat.
How many tears must I shed before you notice my fear?
Officer, I just want to go home to my kids and kiss them goodnight.
Open your eyes and see my humanity, please.
Tell my family that I love them…
Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

Mythical Love

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If I walk amongst giants,

fly with the fairies,

and dance with the satyr,

would I grow fins

to swim with mermaids

or walk with the gods;

Wrestling the Minotaur

within Cyclops blind spot,

before the arguing Graeae,

to reach mythical proportions

like Jason or Achilles,

so shall I be worthy—

Proven like Heracles deeds,

To earn your love?

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown