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I see you Bitch...


I see you clearly
You're  one of a kind
Egocentric, apathetic
completely convinced-
in your twisted mind

Portray yourself
in that  phony light
let them be fooled
and believe  it's all right

Call me the nemesis
Refer to me as mad
I am the epitomy of
ALL you can't have

Hide behind the
ideas you present
I wont be there-
our time is spent

Superiority  is your  claim
to fame...
Bask in the limelight
you have no shame

When years have passed
and the rest have caught on-
your facade is transparent
and your fans long gone...

When  reality slaps
and  the truth is free...
I hope in despair-
you remember me

“The Tricky Part of Sainthood”
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Based on "Our Town"~A play by Thornton Wilder

Our circadian days
transform into  
the
reflections of  
our endless nights.
We float on invisible dreams,
ride slipstreams unnoticed.
Quietly,  
we wander  
in the wilderness,  
concrete,
the surreal.
Breathing in.
Breathing out.
We find no respite.
Breathing in.
Breathing out.
We seek no respite.
Robotic-melodramas,
played out in passionate style,
taking heavy-hypnotic-steps,
one foot in  
front of the other.
Aimlessly, we ramble,
religiously, we gamble,  
stumble into imperfect unions,
getting  
punch-drunk  
on living free,
drugging to feel real,
childbearing  
for the legacy.
Oh,  
it can hurt,
oh,
it can sting,
oh,
it can beat the heart!
Sanctify us please sacred ones.
We pout fighting angels,
casting dispersions,
oscillating,  
we glow
as
unknown ones  
cowering in
burial-shrouds,
hiding in the clouds  
we travel west,
seeking the
winter moon,  
where babies cry.
Poets write about it,
death of child-bearers,
keepers of the sacred oath.
We are flying in one orbit,
every single minute
of
every single day,
etching on parchment,
finding
the tricky part of sainthood.

The Hall Of The Damned


The scream of sheer death
it deflates your lungs
and rips out your breath  
it tears apart
the ventricles of your heart
like the demonic sounds
of a fallen angels harp
the evil flame forming faces
howl and burn mental ash traces
that lick your brain with hot pain
which lights up the dark
to show the insane
in their stark underworld  
of plughole down drain .

A soul stealing trident
Satan spiked and hell sent
tri pronged and wrapped  
in a serpent
stands arrow capped  
in an evil dominant
inside are trapped spirits of unrepent
and infinite , expirement
they ache for your
desperate , detriment
and life retirement

So how can you be here
if your not dead yet
a demon leans near and says
this is what you might get
only fear if you gamble
and lose the bet
your soul so dear
shall be speared in an eternal net

The hall of the damned
full of gone murderers that hanged  
now they're hell framed
their pictured in pain
forever tortured  
dead and inane
they cry out contorted,  
faintly my name
as I leave Satan's
emporium of reign
I know after this
that I'll play the right game
and never shall I dis
the lords name ever again ,
nor dare never shall I speak it
in vain .

Hushhhhhh lil baby...


Whiskey
Black.

Serenades
The wolves

Flash backs..

Movements of
hard times
Nursery rhymes
And

Mommies crimes

Those men in masks

I can hear footsteps
and voices

"So Where is she?"

"Probably in her room
hiding in the closet"

"Who gets er' first?"
Hell..
where's my belt?

She's a screamer!

"Mommy!"
NO!

Mommy!!

Come here little girl
You should be used
to this routine
Its the pussy I enjoy
And a must
I hear you scream..

To the point
I couldn't breathe

The rhythm of my heartbeat
sang


Hush lil baby
don't you cry..
.
.
.
.
God

isn't

coming

again

tonight.

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NEED

I am thirsty
give me water please
I am hungry
give me food I beg
I am naked
give me clothing, I am freezing
I am homeless
give me a home, or take me home
I am abandoned
give me a family


We sent you water
we never got it
We sent you food
we never saw it
We sent you clothes
we are still in rags
We sent you tents
we are still sleeping outside
We came to see you
we are not sure who “you” are
We came to heal you
it may be to late for that


Our children are dying
we saw that on CNN
We lost our family
we are truly sorry
This is ethnic cleansing
what again?
We are not of the same tribe
what difference does that make?
Can you not see our faces - exhausted, filled with grief
we change the channel - it is getting too creepy!

(From The Rah Thought collection )   Knowing Brokeness


(

This was inspired by a song from Lianne Lahavas' Lost & Found
 
Last night...
I heard a song on the radio...
it moved something deep within me...
with each word...this woman sang
her pain rang out...over the waves
of air in the night....
 
It silenced me...
to tears...
pouring down my face
 
"You broke me ...
and taught me...
how to  tru...ly
hate myself"  
 
She sang...
and I knew...
she felt every word she said..
As waves of truth spilled over me
sitting in my car...
in the dark
Unspoken...reality
came and settled in
Cause its like that when
You love someone...
and you suffer for it
 
Unfold me..and teach me..
how to be..
How to be myself
 
Come upstairs where I
Hide...
I hide all my demons safe
from you
 
I sat and knew this feeling...
I knew this brokeness like
I knew each line on my face
where some of loves pains
can never be erased
 
and...
She kept on singing...
I never heard a thing so pure
she wasnt trying to hide
Her soul....layed bare
just as mine was
as I listened...
To what it sounds like
when a soul
has been
Broken.
 
You broke me..
and taught me
How to truly
hate myself
For loving you...
and no body else
 
My soul..
knows this song
too well
so well.
as I look...
at who
I have become
because of loving someone else
when I should
have been
loving myself.


Written by Firebyrd  

Tomorrow

My tomorrow never comes
so how is it yesterdays gone
why am i holding on
on to hope my tomorrow will come


i go to bed at night
waiting tomorrows light
when i wake it's today
yesterdays gone
and tomorrow has never come


it's a never ending cycle
why am i waiting for tomorrow
if it's only a day away
how have so many yesterdays went
and i'm still living in today


let me out of this cycle
of living in today
saying good bye to yesterday
waiting for tomorrow
this is my cycle of
yesterdays, today's and tomorrows

Deconstructure -

My brother murdered a man.
Wasting an afternoon
over a collect phone call from jail
and simmering coffee to wash it down
I listened, he talked.

Being rubbed out the wrong
way with executions
of sound spilling from his mouth
vulgar convicted tongues
detain the guard in me.

Though appreciating
his rage in strangling
silence, syllables still dangle.
I try to release the broken
necks in nooses.

He was in love with the noise
of it all. The emancipation
of blood, and bound up brain
splatting, inspired my brother
even in his bondage.

The chunks of bone, free
to crack, attacked
the still calm always
ready to shank where his mind
once was held.

I kept thinking, "In poetry
you show, never tell."
Deconstruct these features
triggering grimaces
portraying such a graphic image.

Death to victims !

So my brother killed a man
and I understood, completely
as I picked up my sharp sharp pen
taking a stab at this non-sound
hacking through my head.

Stop squirming
it will only hurt for a moment.
Hold still, while I slaughter
memories with words
tearing them all down.

The Piano

In the corner is the piano,
Sitting coated in dust,
The wood has begun to rot,
Keys sticking and off tune,
But the bench is still waiting,
For someone to sit upon it,
And play the music.

Whispered songs float in the air,
Memories thickly gather,
Ghost hands play along the keys,
As the sheet music,
Slowly begins to deteriorate,
And becomes unreadable,
Nothings left but the piano,
Waiting.

A Story Called Life~

Here is a story about two souls,
 
Colliding in time with no complete control.
 
Jack was a bartender, loved his beer,
 
Mary was a lonely girl searchin’ for cheer.
 
She slid in a chair down at Ed’s Bar,
 
Asked for a whiskey and bud, just to start.
 
Jack gave a smile, said “This one’s on me”,
 
She smiled as she put down that old Tennessee.
 
He asked why a girl like her was there,
 
“You should be off with somebody somewhere.
 
How come a beautiful girl like you,
 
Looks like she doesn’t know what to do?”
 
Mary looked up and started to cry,
 
Then she calmed herself down and looked in Jacks eyes.
 
“Today I woke up cold and alone,
 
Another day gone by that I’m on my own.
 
Guess no one sees me for who I am,
 
I don’t think any of them even can.
 
I realized I have things I don’t need,
 
And cant seem to find what I’ve seen in my dreams.”
 
She picked up her Bud and put it down,
 
Gave a loud burp and said “Another round…”
 
Jack poured her drinks and said “I’m sorry, Dear,
 
Tell me all about it and I’ll buy the beer.”
 
They sat at the bar all of the night,
 
Talking about darkness and talking about light.
 
How time has a way of kicking yer ass,
 
How Love tends to come slow and leave pretty fast.
 
Next thing they knew the Moon was the Sun,  
 
And Mary was waking up next to someone.
 
She thought they had been there all of her life,
 
For this was the first time she felt so alive.
 
They stayed together the rest of the day,
 
And somehow they managed to drift away.
 
Neither of them paid the world any mind,
 
For all of the day was just spent lost in time.
 
Mary and Jack became one through the years,
 
And being alone was not something they feared.
 
Mary said “Jack, I got something to say…”
 
And Jack gave a grin, said “Don’t keep me at bay!
 
Cause I have something to say to you,
 
So you tell me first and then I will tell, Too.”
 
She said “There’s something inside of me,
 
A sign that our Love was made so tenderly.
 
I feel it growing each day that goes by,
 
And soon you and I will look love in the eyes.
 
I hope it’s a boy who’s just like you,
 
Who tells me that He loves me and all that I do.
 
”That’s the first time Mary saw Jack cry,
 
He fell to his knee and he looked to the sky.
 
He looked back at her and gave a grin,
 
Said “Baby, you’re stuck so far under my skin.
 
There’s all of these things you do and say,
 
I don’t know what to call it, but I Love the way:
 
The way you come close to me at night,
 
The way you make everything seem all right.
 
The way you kiss me so tenderly,
 
The way you do it slow so the world can see.
 
The way you smile when you catch my stare,
 
The way I fell and wasn’t even aware.
 
You ARE the only thing I need in life,
 
Mary, wont you tell me if you’d be my wife?”
 
“Yes. YES! A Thousand Times I Will,
 
Even if we part, sweet Love, I’ll Love you still."
 
 
 
Nine months later came a little girl,
 
Eyes blue as the sky, a smile that spun the world.
 
Jack cried.
 
He looked into those baby eyes and He just cried.
 
But with such a happiness came woe,
 
After hemorrhaging, his Mary had to go.
 
He begged the God he didn’t like,
 
To spare his Mary and, instead, take HIS life...
 
He cried all alone there on the floor,
 
Everything he came to Love now was no more.
 
He looked at his daughter and he said:
 
“Looks like its just you and me from here,
 
Us against the world, while all just disappears…
 
Yer all I’ve got that’s a part of her,
 
And through every troubled time we will endure.”
 
Now eighteen years have come and then gone,
 
Baby’s grown up and Jack still holds on.
 
He’s watching his girl walk up on the stage,
 
The principle just read the name Haley May.
 
She walked up to the microphone stand,
 
Unfolded a paper she had in her hand,
 
And she said:
 
 
 
“Over the years I’ve learned many things,
 
Daddy, he taught me to Love and to Dream.
 
People taught me how to read and write,
 
To change thoughts into words with a little insight.
 
I’ve had my fare share of Love and Loss,
 
I learned time was nothing but Life’s bitter cost.
 
Never got to see Mama smile,
 
Never felt her Love, even for a while.
 
But I know that she is here today,
 
I can feel her, even though she’s far away.
 
So I say to mom, just this one time:
 
It’s you that kept this goal inside my mind.
 
Sometimes all I’d want was just to hide,
 
So I’d close my eyes and drift away inside.
 
And I saw you when I closed my eyes,
 
You helped calm me down when I wanted to cry.
 
I’m here today cause of Dad and You,
 
You’ve both made me proud, so you should feel it, too.
 
Here I stand today with my head high,
 
Diving into life knowing your love is on my side."
 
 
 
That night Jack and Haley watched a video,
 
Mary, saying how she’d love her family so.
 
“Nothing in this life is a sure thing,
 
But I’m sure I found what I saw in my dreams.
 
My Jack, he loves me more every day,
 
I hope we have a boy who will be the same.
 
It seems so strange when I reminisce,
 
Never thought my life would ever be like this.
 
Then I met this man when I had no one,
 
Now we’re to be married after Baby comes.
 
I’ve wanted family all my life,
 
But there was nobody there to cut my strife.
 
Now, here’s my man, Baby’s on the way,
 
I’m still thinking about what I’m gonna say.
 
First thing I will do is give a kiss,
 
Then what I will say will go something like this:
 
Hey, it’s nice to meet you finally.
 
Yer Dad and I have been waiting patiently.
 
You are just like what I dreamed of you,
 
Guess the really good ones sometimes DO come true."
 
 
 
 
 
Haley cried, but smiled just the same,
 
Then when Jack saw her, faster his teardrops came.
 
He said:
 
“She wanted a boy who’d be just like me,
 
Then gave me a girl that turned out just like she.
 
Aint it funny how some things turn out?
 
Life is ever something we know nothing about.
 
I thank the Stars for you, Haley May,
 
You’ll always be the one who makes this sorrow fade.
 
I Love you more than you’ll ever know,
 
Without you I would be completely alone."
 
 
 
Next morning Haley went to wake Jack,
 
But, to her dismay, he didn’t answer back.
 
He drifted off somewhere in the night,
 
Now Haley knows the Darkness and she knows the Light.
 
She now knows how time can kick yer ass,
 
How things tend to come slow and leave pretty fast.
 
A story such as this is called Life,
 
In it you’ll find Love and, also, you’ll find Strife

Abominable Passage

She is the devourer of weary souls
Lifeless left living in devotion.
The matriarch of blinded communion
A Manipulator without affection.

Her tendrils seek abominable passage
Through synapses she writes her will
Always taking without proposal
Her thralls are coerced into her bidding  

Through the hands of the vacant
She commits atrocities without regret
All while keeping her integrity
Pristine from the stain of her slaughter

Words malignant with her forced intent
She loves the way they struggle
Thrashing against her constriction
Maiming themselves against her mechanisms

They mutilate themselves into gore
Their brains shredded into submission
As sycophants they follow
The fawning parasites of tragedy

With them she will continue to augment
Her reign spreading with oppressive fire
Eventually none will be able to deny
The arbitrary extinction of their free will  

They will all fall to their knees
Their hemorrhaged organs a sacrifice  
She laughs at the affliction she's manifested
Dictating the thoughts of her masses

She leaves nothing for her chattel
They are not worthy of her presence
Their only purpose is to further her genocide
Fueled by her yearnings of ascendancy

She will overthrow the mantel of society
The world made to her distorted image
None will escape as she grows
Her spawn devouring all in her path

A classic Tale of Maybe



The game, she'd say, is best played    
with a side of gin    
and a handful of sleeping pills    
in case the nights get long    
because long nights hold a tendency    
to leave oneself soiled    
in faux pas    
   
He was doomed to adore    
her confounded inclinations    
that teased him beyond bearing    
and her childlike vivacity    
was infinitely better expressed    
through eyes    
than any of the words    
that might have passed her lips    
   
She could never grow accustomed    
to life's fineries    
although she had an affinity    
for light civilities    
as long as they'd not impede    
on her appetite    
for the less traveled veins    
of primal thinking    
   
He would let loose doves    
stained in mirth    
watch them soar into the blue sky    
then fall limp back to earth    
weighted down by buckshot    
and she'd smile, because her mind    
had not yet learned to rein in    
her trigger finger    





eh, ...Vote for me    "Yes we can"  

"these days"



on the verge of
over-sensitivity
towards romance
 
these are the danger days
the days a single smile
becomes a poem
 
I can handle
the almost always hermit
but
must admit
there is something so lovely
about the early part
of battling
a lady
 
and
 
as the molasses loss
of controlled biology
assassinates my Apollo-driver,
my being seems led
by the obscene reasoning
of tandem
 
these are the danger days
the days a man might forget
 
that he dies alone





note* I'll vote for Lep, but you must drone strike the enemy...everyone is the enemy