Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Patterns of Abuse

If I ever find out 
the name of the person
who hurt you 
to make you this way
I will hunt them for sport 
and kill them slowly

Your lashing out towards me
has made me rabid
my first instinct has become
to lash out in response
I can’t interact anymore
without intimidating

Like a werewolf’s bite
I foam at the mouth now
I howl alone at the moon
torn to shreds and left to die
I've healed from your attacks
but still remember your teeth

I’ve had to create a barrier
between how I want to react
and what is acceptable
so I don’t scare people away
but the facade I wear
is only so convincing

Because it isn’t natural
it’s not how I want to feel
I want to express raw emotion
I want to be truly known
but who is brave enough
to not be scared off

I have learned to smile in a way 
that hides my fangs
I keep my mane neatly combed
and try to fit in
but my reactions seem off
and my growl gives me away

If I ever find out 
the name of the person
who hurt you 
to make you this way
I will hunt them for sport 
and kill them slowly

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Weapons of War

I’m a weapon of war
and these songs that I sing
are the bullets 
that will bring you down

I’ve never known you 
to get so nervous 
as when you know 
that I’m around

Because the power that
you threaten us with
your jets and ships 
and your tanks

Are worth nothing to you
and you know it
without the complete
control of the ranks

Of universal soldiers 
standing ready
and willing 
at your command

Without them your threats 
are naught
but a sharpened sword
without a hand

I’m a weapon of war
and this war that I fight
is the battle for
our very souls

That you’re always trying
to rip from us
demanding we must
meet your goals

You lead with the carrot
and follow with the stick
to ensure you’ve got
both sides imprisoned

Keep us entertained so
we don’t take the time
to question our
living conditions

I’m a weapon of war
because I recognize
the war that you’ve
waged upon us

But your conquest depends
on us not realizing
your attacks are
directed against us

So these songs that I sing
are the proverbs that 
will prove your
power structure is wrong

While you stand up there
and shout at us
you’ve been propped upon 
our shoulders all along

Thursday, January 4, 2018


I romance the intrigue
holding on to the thought 
for as long as it will last
until all that remains
is a fond memory 
of a warm feeling
that I used to get
when I would remember
what I was inspired
by you to imagine

Wednesday, September 27, 2017


Sitting in a darkening room 
Enjoying the last fading colors of dusk
My eyes adjust along with the decrescendo
Until there is nothing but familiar shadows

Thinking of poems about loneliness
That no one will ever read
The light hurts my eyes
As I begin to write

Coward's Ball

Who will be left to dance with 
at the Coward's Ball
When all those who have fought for
have killed each other all 

The Adversary

They have locked us in prisons of our own designs
By feeding the worry centers of our minds
With carefully crafted confusion

Clamoring for more security
With fear propaganda on every TV
To announce prescribed solutions

Who would dare question authority
When there's always a different tragedy
To which to pay attention

How can society ever recoup
When there’s always some new radical group
Or perhaps it’s always the same one

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Like Giants Stomping Around

We have little feet
 with which we prance so ever lightly
Up and down the hillsides
 bending blades of grass beneath
Then giants come with giant feet
 and stomp around abruptly
Turning hillsides into landslides
 of torn up sod and heath

We have tiny little feet
 with which we bound around so gently
But giants with their big feet
 keep stomping around
We go about our business
 trying not to cause disturbance
But when giants come we know
 they’ll smash the village to the ground

We’ve tried to build up walls
 with the hopes that they’ll defend us
The giants simply lean on them
 and quickly push them down
We sing out with alarm
 when we see the walls are broken
But the giants hear our screams
 and start to charge towards the sound

The giants find our cattle
 and decide to play some rugby
No matter what we try
 they go about it all the same
Tearing up our crops
 as they tackle one another
Destroying hopes for harvest
 for the sake of fun and games

We have little tiny feet
 with which we prance so ever lightly
Dancing in the valleys
 with the moon to light our way
Knowing we must move
 under cover of the darkness
Or the giants when they find us
 will use us instead for play