not sure what to make of it
not sure how to make it stop
you’re throwing poison in the air
fighting a war that just ain’t fair
justice becomes a ghost
when you throw daggers at her back
it’s enough already, you’ve got to see
the light ain’t where it used to be
you can’t escape day and night
you’re not faster than the speed of light
you’re not above the rest of us
presumptuous and vainglorious
I’ve seen enough of your damning ways
the twisted logic in your brain
you’re living in the past
of dynasty days
so stuck up in a foggy haze
you manipulate by telling lies
what do you suppose that signifies?
you are the bitter taste of indignation
the epitome of loveless legislation
you make it seem like there’s no way out
from under your control
but we can do it
the world is ours to love and dream
I cannot reach inside
to pull apart
that plagues my darkened heart
I press hard
with all my strength
trying to tear apart
the strings of your design
I push harder and harder
with every chord
A resonating melody
your corrosive laugh
My fingers grow numb
their energy drained
but their hatred sustained
you win this time
I won’t tell you what happened today.
I won’t tell you how the first time you said it, the tears bubbled near my eyes and it took everything to suppress them. I won’t tell you how I left to take a nap in order to erase the sensation.
I won’t tell you how the second time you said it, the tears really came and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop them. I ran away then and that is all you know of it.
I won’t tell you how I found the best friend I never had today in someone far more patient than you are. I don’t want to lose him almost as much as I don’t want to lose you.
I won’t tell you how no matter how upset I previously was, I couldn’t hold it against you when you talked to me again.
Was today my fault? Or was it yours?
I don’t need this right now.
I have far too many things on my mind.
I don’t need you right now.
Please don’t ever tell me “I don’t care” again.
Because the next time you do, I might not be able to handle it.
I might not speak to you again.
crumple up the pain.
bleed it out,
thoughts you can’t explain.
you are choking on air
on pressures transparent
on stresses inherent
you wish to be alone
but not to be rejected
you wish to be protected
until you have grown.
You feel contained, completely restrained
by all the expectations that they hold
by deception; all the lies that you have told
and thus your heart is shadow-stained.
you can scream, shout, and slice away at the barriers around you,
but when your weapon has dulled, it takes much to break through.
It is not cowardly to hide behind your mask,
but question yourself, do not forget to ask
why do you wear such a disguise?
why do you hide the truth in your eyes?
who do you hide your tired soul from?
who have you, in such a time, become?
what is it that you cannot share?
what is the face that you will not wear?
when do you plan to unsheath your being?
when do you plan to cease your fleeing?
how will you paint your mask two years from now?
how much unveiling will you allow?
and last but certainly not the least,
where are you going with your hopeless lies?
where will you cease your
A collector but not quite what you’d expect,
This lone seeker of the promised confect,
He traverses strange realms, capturing aim
Though dreams are not tamed, but beasts of infame.
Solving a puzzle one dream at a time,
And melding together pieces of rhyme,
Armed with a dagger of aspiring goals
and wit and cunning from a thousand woes,
He will continue to hunt and hunt and hunt
Until he has cleansed all beasts from our front.
Shattering what feeds our imagination,
As victim to his quiet sedation,
We should run, we should hide, we should fight back,
Let the hunter taste our surreal attack.