Retrospect is Blind

My past hops skips and tumbles
into yours
where it falls on deaf ears 
scared hearts and slammed doors
sheer fears

sharp tongues hanging Christmas decorations
made out of trauma
quick written altercations
frustrations birthing drama
dharma screwing karma

don't romanticize
 rage in bloodshot eyes
needling the skunk of punk
Rage Against The Machine cries
because 'the man' lies
the machine supplies
and we believe, in blind demise
do not rise
and truth dies

I.A.m

'May the odds be ever in your favor"