Mark the beast

Mark the beast and the tailor
took her down-oh how they shamed her!
Dressed her in their agony
pain inflicted-
passions unclean
stripped her of all she was
colored her in rags just because
mark the beast and bury the man
strip down the evils just because you can
nobody saw when they took her
just one man but we take it further
cannot believe the evil is human
so mark the beast-name it and burn it.

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Collectively ill

We’ve chosen sides
we love divides
a generation’s worth
of self loathing and hurt
everybody’s just another victim
the game here is that no one
wants to fix them
everybody loves their bitter memories
we cling to a polarized history
and drown ourselves in sorrows
a cynical tomorrow-a future bathed in blood
and tragedy
everybody loves all the mayhem and fun
caused by unnecessary horror
we pretend it’s much worse than before
that even the good should abhor
but we’ve chosen sides
we love to divide
so the lies we believe just bring comfort
don’t want to wake up-just continue to sleep
the world is on fire but our beds are warm
we love choosing sides
and playing victims
because playing at life is entertaining
realizing you’re dying is just aging
and nobody likes wrinkles anyways

Pennies not dollars

They will come
know they will
when you speak of ethics and will
they will try and take your voice
you have more then just one choice
never silence ethics or beliefs
the ones who abuse power
will sow what they reap
never allow for pennies to fall
luck for a movement
luck for them all
but leaders don’t act as they preach
subtle abuse and manipulative speech
blame the soldiers
blame the guns
don’t let the leaders take the brunt
of the blame for their actions
leaders often don’t like factions.
Just keep moving
never shut up
for ethics mean more
than just showing love
if leaders don’t bleed
their speech and language
you can be certain they aren’t
worth your patreon patronage.

Understand this

I need, I need, I need
to get across this theme
of everything we breed
encases something sinister.
That nothing is as pure
as my truth and word
all these lived experiences
shed light on these entanglements
the dark web of my true regret-
the message clear
you’re malcontent.
I need, I need, I need
to make you truly see
that though our plates may seem
equal in entirety-
that we are all the same-
you can’t make that claim
you just play their game.
I am the one in need-
give me your understanding
that we are not equals
for I’m the realest victim of you all.

 

diagnosis accepted

I woke up in a world I’ve lost
closed my eyes now down is up
nothing is as what it seems
cloud of smoke and brain disease
mindlessness and stupidity
led by ego and delusional thinking
grandiose but un-diagnosed
at least not properly.

When I went to sleep,
when I laid my bed,
I knew the sky was blue
and blood not the color red
when I was sleeping- dreaming ever sound
my own diagnosis was settling
down, down, down, down, down
but eyes wide open-the world is flat
am I an animal, maybe a cat?

I woke up and the world turned wrong-blinked but once all logic has gone
but if this is healthy-what the fuck is normal?
If this world is stable-how am I diagnosable?

Emotional warfare

And she will play the frail one
bat her lashes and sigh
she will tell you stories
of horrors that haunt her mind
she will play the victim
fighting back so strong
she will play her cards right
you will see no wrong.
She will speak in feelings
appeal to your heartstrings
she will wear oppression like her finery
everything about her
screams someone come save me
and like a wounded animal
she tricks those who trust too readily.
And she will take your home
your power and who you said you’d be
but you will see no wrong
a woman has done the gas lighting-
I use this term quite wrong
but ignorance is the language she speaks.

 

On top and him

I am weak
so infantile
you’re words trick
so filled with guile
power of the stronger sex
to catch the prey that doth protest
break their pretty little necks
move on to next contest
I’ll throw myself into the game
but never take the blame
for we are judged quite equally
but I am fragile
oh so weak
you have done so wrong to me
but I will scream and cry and weep
while you take the luxuries I reaped.
In the past and back again
thought the equal it would lend
to the fairer sex unmet
from the lower on top of him.

Ants vs Wasps

We are not equal
not one in the same
you see the difference
is not as innate
as in skin color, or
the way that you pray
the difference is in
how you get paid
you’ve got the bling bling
I’ve got the pain.
We are not equal
not one in the same
you can afford the lies
on display
you don’t know the difference
living day to day
you don’t know the meaning
of living just for pay
you don’t know the meaning
of working poor or debt
you don’t know the truth
behind your politics.

Goals

Just do what you do
stop asking permission
acting like a grown person
than assume the position
don’t want to do your makeup
or style your hair?
You keep saying patriarchy
got you all scared,
then stiffen that lip-
get your ass in gear
never let a concept
stop you from being real.

Just do what you do
stop asking permission
pretending the enemy is a system-
a mission,
say that the white man
is keeping you down
that straight white America’s
taken your sound,
but still you’re just sitting
playing the clown-lioness thinking
you can’t change your ground.

Want representation?
Then make it yourself
got so much ambition
then break from the crowd
you need permission, safe places,
and laws?
You must not want this
at least not at all.