Dreaming ourselves to death

Tick tock
everything is falling
apart
down the cookie
crumbles
broken
is the clock
everybody’s running
this is the new spot
we can’t think for nothing
we don’t know ourselves
we redefine our genders
support unstable health
delusions get supported
we teach dysphoria in droves
everybody’s happy
but no one really knows
everybody’s crying
claiming it’s from joy
but nobody has realized
we’ve lost what makes us fly
everybody’s safe here
and that’s all that we want
we don’t need for nothing
we keep the training wheels on
tick tock
the world goes numb
everyone’s better
when we don’t feel much.

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Nasty thing

All the trauma overcome
my battles won
but here’s the fun
true fear comes from
knowing love
owning something
you won’t give up
willingness to feel happy
safety is a nasty thing
comfortable and so it seems
until you dream the dying dream
fear of your own mortality
creeps upon your shoulders stay
yet you still remember the days
days when death would have been
so sweet
but knowing love has made you weak
fear the end and losing sleep
all because you have the dream.

Make the world a better place

Pick the places
make them stay
force the happy
it’s okay
we’re all special
in our own way
we can all be
incredibly lame
we get trophies
just for breathing
we are exceptional
because we’re needy
pick the places
you deem safe
force the happy
and make it stay

The clear backpacks of Parkland

Safety scissors,
plastic cups,
rubber bumpers,
all lit up
everything
bright as day
clear backpacks
are here to stay!
You have asked for-
you did want;
safety, protections-
did you not?
This is the price
of your safety
an invasion into
precious privacy
they will look
at what you carry
because you
demanded
they look
to ensure safety.
Didn’t think this through
so-tampons save me!

Fallen flesh

Take this piece of me the flesh

that holds it in, pry it from

dead finger tips and let the prayers begin.

Dance upon the pale earth and sing

the souls reprieve. Take me Lord,

to the Kingdom, set this solemn slave free!

My knees so weak and rusted

over bolts of long since past

winters boiling over to Christ

locked in impasse

Souls all set a flame in demons

eyes and cake for sale

lusting after Holy lands that

bend but do not break.

Take this piece of me O’Lord

you already have the rest

set the soul on fire burst

through decayed and broken chest.

Oh! Lord dance with me subtle

a top this mound of bones

for I am lost in conquest

of souls I’ve never known.

Lord take me fully as flesh

slips from these bones

and Christ the only lover that

I have ever known.

Touch the strength of weakness

As this soul breaks free

dance in wonder with me

lift me off of dirty knees.

(February 28 2013)