We want it all

Tragedy is not enough
now they want your flesh
and stuff-
everything
you’ve ever worked for
it’s the price of your cure
so
you’ll bleed and we’ll secure
everything
you’ve ever yearned.
Tragedy is not enough.

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Paper

Sometimes
I miss my pen and paper
miss the way
it feels to bleed
onto page
through ink and lead
letters reflect
just how one feels
the proof on script
old poets
healed.

Essence

She is;
sacred-a temple of creation,
holy-mother of tribulation,
a sweet bloom in dark places.
She is;
strength beyond measure,
intellectual and clever,
wordsmith under pressure,
a true vision in hard weather.
She is;
the very essence of guile,
a wish of a child,
a bitter undoing
of all that they wrought.

Take it in

Breaking, shaking
I’m alone
when the world starts
to unfold
this is heartache evermore
broken, shattered
on the floor
we once witnessed this before
mind at once and then it’s gone
feel the world from getting on
broken mirrors
mind forgot
she keeps breathing
on and on.

In plain sight

Wolf in sheep’s clothing
leading the lowly
taking right over your home
but you know no better
you just have to weather
the violence in their holy tome
if you reject it
or speak of its message
we will take more than your skull.
Allah and his text
pure love and progress
though we ignore it’s anthem-
Muslim’s can lie to the unwise outsiders
they can blamelessly murder you.
Christians are told that
man’s law comes first and
if you do break it
you then must take it
the lashes meant solely for you.
Islam it teaches
to turn nonbelievers
to take over where they make home.
Follow Sharia
no matter the heathens
your home is your faith and your law.
Islam it teaches
to respect no outsider
so you just pretend
that they are not liars
if they do love us
you’ll never know unless
they choose to protect
their new home.

Fractured ware

We all sit under sheer
blessed minds
we hold so dear
closest still but closer near-
we fall under,
we appear,
she is whole
but we still peer
under lashes
we keep clear
she won’t know unless
we cheer
her words come
and we bleed air
we control the lips
and stares
she is us
of this we swear
she’s not split
just fractured ware.

Hopeless

Take, take, take-
break the images down now.
Shake, shake, shake-
the demons are out now.
Fake, fake, fake-
the feelings surround-round.
I can’t make
the walls fall down and
I can’t break
the pattern surrounds
but I am fake
reality a poem and
my mind wakes
surreality a home base,
world encased
glass is only moments
my eyes wait
still on only soulless
when it breaks
fractured but still whole-bliss.

Rip

Rip the back of my skull open
come inside and see the show
it’s quite easy to find your way
the signs are lit in neon glow.
Everyone is welcome!
Everyone should see-
the greatest show in action
the death of all of me!
Rip the skull right open,
dig your nails in me,
open the bone like doors now
the tickets my agonized screams.
Everyone gather inside now
sit right down for the show!
We’ll reveal it all now
the spirits are ready to go
up, up, up and out now
monsters once pain and sorrow,
fiends that turn a clowns trick
and performers that know their role
open the back of my skull now
recreation burns the soul.