Parental RightsSpoken daggers reopening still-tender flesh.Invisible festering scars.Too perfect, but still not good enough.There's only one right answer,and it's not yours.My body may still be in your possession,but my soul can never be owned.Spiritual anarchy,Political piety,Social conformity,Forbidden individuality.Verbal slap in the face, unseen bruise.Quick glance away.Can you not look me in the face, mother?Internal shudder, unwelcome fear.Maybe if you ignore it, it will just disappear.You'd like that, wouldn't you?Mental degredation,Emotional emancipation,Verbal proclamation,Of physical dissociation.Ideal role-model for all appearances.But what do appearances matter?Selfish, conceited, disrespectful, useless bitch.An experiment gone horribly wrong.Politically incorrect strangers.Related only by blood.Outcast among outcasts.Roses are red,Violets are blue,Is this what you want, Mother?Because I'm doing it for you.
Papal MonarchyDrifting philosophy, stagnant spirituality,Anarchist worship of a god-made man.Misplaced prejudice in the name of the Holy One.The 'chosen people' are never wrong.Monotheistic confinement.Reclusive perception of a locked mind.The deaf guiding the blind.Piercing crimson daggers of venomous thorns.Thank the gods that thorns have roses.Parasitical conformation,Obsessive-compulsive confirmation,Common dynasty congregation,Self-proclaimed elite of the nation.Eternities of unanswered prayers.Consistent denial of the obviousFrom the need to believe in something more.'Seperation of Church and State', my ass;The nation's in the holy pocket,The heavenly weapon of mass destruction.Everyone is welcome in this great anarchist family,As long as you meet strict qualifications.A God-given schizothymia.
Post- MortemHelp me.Unspoken plea.Liquid diamonds cascadedown mock-porcelain perfection.Angelic innocence never returned,stolen in the night by darkness.A silent scarlet scream.with no response.Help me.
Graveyard AngelsKale Jonus1926-1972A doting father,Loving husband.Courageous war veteran.Devout Christian.God bless his soul.They never mention how he died when the cops raided his house for drugs.Tally Martinson1984-1997Darling daughter,Devoted big sister.Kind to everyone.Taken from us too soon;We will never forget.Nobody talks about her nasty habit of standing on dark street corners.Monty Wilkins1898-1963Light of his children's' lives.Caring mentor and teacher.Loved by all.We will remember him always,He was a blessing.Where is the engraving telling that he was also a chief leader of the KKK?Sidney Franklin1956-2002A kind and quiet soul.Generous to all.Caring and compassionate,May her soul rest in peaceWith her Father above.Sometimes compassion is not enough to tell you that murder is wrong.Stacy Dawning1919-1999Remembered foreverFor his honesty,Decency, and kindness.His ever-present smileWill be sorely missed.The still-open ra
Pandora's BoxThere will always beThose determined to make lifeHell on Earth,And they will always comeIncluded with allThe standard immoralities.Mental conflagration.Generic racism,Conformal prejudice.Physical malformation.Excessive love,Unfounded abuse.Relative misconception.Ritualistic sin,Habitual crime.Sadistic relation.Cultural delinquent,Holy wars.Standard dissociation.Unsolved murder,Pending rape.Daily classification.Then there are those select fewWho are everythingThey shouldn't be,And nothing they should.It is these peopleWho make it all worthwhile.
Wastedpour out your bloody ink in some faint rhythmic whinewhile the dark, thick rain falls endlessly to earth:the night sky is still the night sky,and like all things it will continue.though your blood may rush and roar like wateruntil in a faint whisper you finally run dry:still the stars endure and the rain falls,and will go on falling.go on and make your thin poetic moanand cut, and cry, and shake your tiny fist at the skyand bleed:but rain is the blood of the stars,and they have no sympathy for you.
EverythingYou found meAnd you took me inYou helped meWash away my sinsYou turned my life,My world aroundYou picked me upThen you threw me downNow everything that used to matter,Means nothing anymoreI watched the world around me shatterJust like the world I knew beforeEverything I thought we hadEverything that we've been throughEverything I ever cherishedNever meant a thing to youEverything you ever told me,You never meant a word of itAnd everything I've ever lovedHas either died or turned to shitMy hopes and dreamsHave disappearedThe pain, the shameIt draws me nearNow everythingIs crystal clearWhat I yearn forIs what I fearNow everything looks better,So much better from belowBut the part of me that used to careDied a long time ago....
Don't Tell Me You Know...Don't Tell Me You Know What It's LikeYou don't know what it's likeso don't say that you doyou say that we're alikebut I know it isn't truedon't tell me not to be this waydon't tell me not to crydon't tell me it will be okaydon't say I need to trydon't tell me that you understanddon't tell me that you caredon't say how immature I amor that life just isn't fairI'm so tired of this lifeof wishing and praying constantlythat I leave this knifeand soon they find what's wrong with meI know there's something not right in my headwhen I never want to leave my bedyou don't know what it's like to feel torn apartto feel like someone cut out your beating heartyou don't know what it's liketo go through everydaytrying not to kill yourself,trying not to be this wayI'm so sick of all these pillsnone of them will workon and off so many kindsit's only made me worsedon't tell me I'll grow out of thiswhen it's already been nine yearsdon't tell me when I crythat I'm not crying