Anguish

Do you Hear the drip drop as the liquid hits the floor?
It is the sound of a soul that's been tormented to the point that it has started to pour itself out in gushes and waves of agony.
The host of the soul is so torn and at war with itself that it is always crying out Why?
Why can't you just let go?
We all know what this is about.
It's about the fear that you harbour deep down inside.
The fear that drives you, it rides you and grips you inside.
Tearing off little bits and letting infection in to reside.
As your body slowly consumes itself like a pustulous plague.
You infect those around you, through no real sound logic or reason.
You taint them with your poisonous oozing heartsong of the season.
Lamenting in your woe that there is only one way for things to go.
You fear that you've failed, ignored all recourse.
You beat yourself bloody – only there are no bruises on the outside
You scream but no sound leaves your lips
You take all the blame and carry a heavy burden upon your shoulders.
Then one day you wake up,
You open your eyes for once and truely see that you fought a galliant fight and the fault is not yours,
This everyone else already knows,
Your just slower stepping up to the plate.
And yet you question and doubt what your soul is screaming at you.
You continue to tear yourself inside out until,
Despite your efforts to sabotage your actions you forge forward on an uncharted path.
Discarding the self created shackles that you had placed on your soul.
Listening at last to that muffled voice in your heart and finally...finally being true to yourself.
Finally realizing that the fear was the mind killer.
It was gnawing at you slowly tearing off one peice at a time and feeding it to cerberus.
As he stood watch over the gate of your self created hell.
That place deep inside where you stored the essence that was you,
Bound and gaged and raped on a daily basis.
As you allowed yourself to be denied those things that were fundamentally belonging to you. Everyone else sees it but you,
That there is no blame to lay there is only this to say.
The little muffled muse stands up inside you.
Stands up tall and screams I will face my fear.
I will no longer allow it to hold me back from the decisions and the choices that I should have made a long time ago.
They wont see it coming.
Those that have profited from my vigil of silence those that have been allowed to take liberties Against which i would have guarded.
I will reclaim my power purge the festing plague.
Burn myself to the ground and emerge from the ashes.
Complete
Whole
And free.

Refuse

It's a game now, and they feel they've won
They take the truth and twist it 'til it comes undone
They throw it in your face
Make it so that you ignore the details of the case.

So wrapped up in your safe little cocoon
What will happen when you realize you've evolved into a buffoon?
Are you paying attention, do you hear what I say?
What's that? Oh, right, you don't care about the truth anyway.

Maybe I am just a paranoid freak
But this is not a new message that I speak
The writing has been on the wall, around, exposed to the public eye
You didn't see it just because you didn't want to try.


Ever notice those stars and bands that just fade away?
The one hit wonders that had something to say
How'd that tune go? 'I can rule a nation with a microphone,
and deliver my message with no metronome'

Catchy, isn't it? You likely think it's a pretty awesome tune
Yet you discount the white flag warriors message because it's all lies you assume.
It's a wonder authors like George Orwell have persevered for as long as they have
He saw the threads being woven, and tried to warn through fanciful tales, but even he was a slave.

Maybe these books of ideas are to 'blame' as you might say
'Such fanciful fiction has no place in our day!'
Well, if you want to remove books of political critique
You better burn the bible. Oh! Now I see your interest is piqued.

Really if you think propaganda has no place,
Then you should 're'-read the great book at a leisurely pace.
Absorb the knowledge on each ancient leaf, the pages that speak of the rules of life
According to the bible's rules we all burn in hell, well except for those that cause the most strife.

Yes, I am referencing those men of the cloth, trusting, upstanding members of society
They help women and children find sanctuary, and men find sobriety
I could go on about these 'god-blessed' but they're in the public eye
Against them you have already raised an primal battle cry.

But they are the masquerade, paraded in front of you so you'll ignore something much worse
"They raped our children, stole their innocence!", you curse
But the sodomy that happens to you, of that you are oblivious
Even though one might think it completely obvious.

And yet, you still protest
"There isn't anything nefarious to this, just give it a rest!"
What has to happen? How far does it have to go?
How many stones in glass houses do these people have to throw?

And when you wake up from the zombie-masters' control, what forces of control will they then send?
Despite their best efforts some are already stirring, their consciousness awakening, the meek are rising and starting a new trend.
Revolutions are what make history and they mold us into who we are
But this time, they aren't fighting for us, they aren't fighting for you, they're herding you to the gates of hell so they can storm the stars.

Their attack was as insidious as a natural gas leak
They moved with adept skill, like a rat in the grass, only they make a noise, not even a squeak
They were like a very good wife, they made it your idea
You encouraged them, thought you lead them, while they steered your minds through the mass media.

I'm not talking about you dear spiritual leaders, they've been proven impure
I am referencing those that say for societies ills they have a cure.
They feed poison to your mind, body, and soul
And accuse the innocent for the lives they have stole.
Just never mind what conspires behind those chamber doors,
Don't ask questions, shh... it's okay. It's just a raven, and nothing more.

A Blind Mind

The veil is lifted
The power shifted
A nation stands in shock
As they try to decide who threw the first rock

Was it us or them?
Them or us?

The accusations are flung
But it's only just begun
This is a peek
Of a future very bleak

The tides of control are turning
The contents of the common mind churning
Mixing and mashing to proportions explosive
Public sentiment becoming corrosive

Billions spent to show control absolute
But the crowd still amassed and showed resolute
The voices could not be tamed
Even as the masses were unjustifiably maimed

Those that speak aren't all inherently troublemakers
They are people with 'respectable' lives, movers and shakers
But they must be evil, for that's what the authorities say
They need to sway you to their side, so you see it their way

Both are at fault, no ones to blame
Just say it didn't happen, it's all the same
Every action needs an opposite and equal reaction
That is how balance is maintained, so you must take action

Rise up off your seat; turn off your monitor and TV
Open your eyes and for once try to see
Don’t let the media or masses tell you what to think
Gather the facts and into your gray cells let them sink

If you think you can survive
And in keeping silent thrive
Ask those that were just there, the right person, wrong time
You know the person, the thinker, who is guilty of what crime?

What exactly is being calling into speculation here?
Are we to become a society of fear?
While the fat hogs sit on their bloated thrones
And watch as the masses scurry away to cower in their homes

Your safe little hovels that you have paid for with flesh and blood,
You hide in that shelters now and wait for the flood
Keep your heads down so it doesn't end up on a spike
Don't worry; they'll only go after the ones with the mic

When the dust settles and the war is all done
Who really will have won?
If we stay silent and bow down at the powers feet
They might continue to throw us the scrapes to eat

But; imagine a nation where the people are truly in control
Out from under the reign of a king or a queen, in power of your own soul
Maybe we can get on ships and sail away
To some distant place where we all can have a say

We’ll set up a trade dependent on our skills
We’ll live off the land by our intellect and will

WAIT!!!!

Doesn't this sound familiar?
I think I read a story that was something similar
BAH! This has never happened before
Come here my friend, come in, and close the door

Keep those free thinkers out of my head
This time around we might end up dead

Or is it possible that we have finally learned
That the best things in life aren't stolen, but earned
If we win our freedom, how much sweeter it will be
But for us to be a force that is strong, more eyes have to open to see

Or sadly we will be the sacrificial lamb
And the fight for freedom will become a sham
They will succeed in tearing us apart
They will strike the final blow, and drive a stake into our heart

We now are all of a sudden a nation divided
The battle of arms a little one sided
But we shall forge forward
Prove ourselves better than the common coward

It’s better to perish standing for your beliefs
Than kneeling and begging and reasoning with the police
So grit your teeth and prepare for the worst
But this time isn't our first

We’ve walked this road as a society many times before
There is some sage wisdom in all the old lore
We’ll plan our defense, and ready for the attack
At this point in history, there is no turning back!

Hush little Baby

She’s disappointed in you,
She thought you knew better
Gave you everything
Asked for nothing
And this is how you repay her
You rape away the last of her dignity,
You’re afflicted with a sick Oedipus complex

She gave you the fruit of her bosom
Nurtured and sustained you
Provided shelter and warmth when needed
She thought she was giving you the building blocks
To build a bright and glorious future

Where was the mistake made?
Did she simply underestimate you?
She now pays the price for that very grave mistake.
You have offered her up as a sacrificial lamb
But she has fought you
Every
Step

She’s thrown all she can at you
Tried to tear you off the gossamer pedestal
Which you build out of the bones of your conquests
She’s
Tried
To swallow you whole
To burn you to the ground
To Drown you
To Suffocate you

As the saying goes ‘nothing like the wrath of a ‘mother’ scorned
She brought you into this world
And with even her last breath
She had tried to take you out.
But she made you too strong
Too Resilient
Like a Parasite

Though this symbiotic relationship benefits only you
You’ve become a vile, disgusting, disfigured creature
You turned what was a wondrous evolution
Into a cesspit of DNA.
Where once you emerged from the sludge
You now pull it around yourselves as a shroud.
A waste of the beautiful building blocks of creation

You have turned a blind eye on her discipline
Brushing her off as being temperamental,
You resolve to tame the shrew
You nod and smile and pretend to acknowledge her screams
As the men in hazmat suits blast away her tears

But
You
Blame the good child.
Claim that they should have done more to stop you
Once they realized the harm you were doing
It’s not your fault that her body is failing.

You’ve sucked all you could from the once opulent teet
And now
Like the spoiled child you are
You wail at the injustice when that
Which you thought you were entitled to is taken away

You failed miserably
At wearing the mask of innocence
She sees through you
And when the truth comes to bear
And the last breath escapes her
You will be left with nothing

But don’t despair sweet child,
You’ve wrought this ruin upon yourself
I am sure you will now have all the time you need
To enjoy the riches and possessions you have amassed
Those that were more precious to you
Then the source of your life.

Oh but a piece of utopia will remain,
But only for the good child.
The quiet one,
The one that gave more than took
That held her hand while she slipped away
Only they will gain access
While you, like the first son of the bible
Are cast out.

This will be their reward
For nursing her in her ill health
Until she gave in
And gave up the fight
That will be their reward
For all the years that they watched as you
Drained
Her
Dry

So feeling scorned
And feeling entitled
You will turn your eyes to the stars
There is after all a universe of possibility out there
Surely you can find a suitable surrogate
But heed this warning fair child
For step mothers aren’t nearly as forgiving.

A Legacy

My child
I regret to leave you all that is left
Of a world that we have bereft
Of any sustaining value.

We raped and pillaged the land
Taking from it and building what we thought
Would give us meaning. We bought
Out the soul of the earth.

In our quest for more riches
We dug too deep and reached to far
We didn't care about the scar
That we were leaving in our wake.

We've shot a hole into the planet's heart
And now I lament on the price you will pay
For the effects of what we've done wont be felt right away
The impact will take time.

As the life blood spews forth
We all point the finger to place the blame,
As though this will all a simple game.
But no matter who's fault, or who has to pay, we all loose.

The pustulous ooze will spread
From the water, to air, to land
And though meaning well our helping hand
Propagates the pollution through the world.

I hope to create for you an Eden
Memories in your childhood of a world that is green,
For I fear, as time progresses we'll need to recall what we've seen
For the landscape, my dear, will be barren.

Where the animals once frolicked and played
Where the trees grew tall and strong
That was once upon a time, until we came along
And spread our poison.

"But mommy it was an accident that happened" you say.
Why yes my dear, but we were where we weren't supposed to be
We dredged the dark sludge out of it's home you see
because we are selfish and wanted it.

So, my child, draw into your mind the sights, the sounds, the smells
Lock it away in the ark of your mind
In hopes that one day your children's children may find
A way to recover from the damage we've done.

We put a bandaid on the world
We turned a blind eye
And for that my dear child I cry
Tears of despair that I didn't do more.

My legacy to you my child is a mess
It's a rubix cube that's been twisted this way and that,
A puzzle we tried to solve by pulling magic out of a hat
While based on sound logic, our execution was flawed.

So my dear one take from this what you can
Become a voice that roars through the land
Don't let people forget and stick their head in the sand.
Carry this forward, and pass on the tale of what we've done.

My child
I regret that I have nothing more to give
But a world that has lost it's will to live.