Fight Me Bitch
you said you'd be here
through the thick and the thin
but the thin hasn't even begun and you're gone with the wind
i've made it without you before
so don't think i can't do that now
don't get me wrong i'd love it if you stayed
i just don't want you to think you've crippled me beyond the point of coming back
no, i never left.
you're the one who did that.
i'll be waiting for your return.
if you come, great.
if you don't, even better.
i don't need you and don't you even for a second think i do.
I’m Feeling Sliiiiiiiightly Bitter
You may have me wrapped around your shitty little finger right now
But, hear me out, the second you screw my over and you pass the point of no return,
There won't be any coming back for you to do.
You've toyed with my emotions in the past and I have no doubt you'll do it again
Just beware of the fact I know how to care for myself now and I know how to stay happy and I'll be damned if you come between that
So tread lightly, like you're walking on eggshells through a fucking temple
'Cause you'll be gone soon,
Blood fire and gold
sunsets on vast horizons
that don't fade and don't
shrink with dwindling
immortality of thought
of creation without need
eternally conceiving the
fresh the new and the
insatiable craving to grow
never slow in groping for
the next thing
panting as legs churn
and muscles burn their
way into the beyond
no bond to tether
no leash to break
no smile to fake and no
thing at stake but
complacency hot on the
heels of shrieking nascency
a vow to be sustained
on the rich but fickle fuel
That tongue is a loaded gun.
Point and fire away.
Take aim and let the flame of
what you have to say make them
Let its heat radiate with the power,
let it shower down in diatribes to be idolized,
soliloquize until you’ve civilized the madmen
raving in the street.
Defeat? You ain’t beat
until they’ve knitted your lips shut with
Till they’ve broken every little finger
so you can’t take up a pen.
You still have your feet.
The Tower of Babble was a catalyst.
It was the wakening of every activist with a sign
and a grudge,
every antagonist with slander and a bottle of poison.
We didn’t reach heaven with bricks.
We didn’t cross Styx with a bridge.
We made angels tremble with our clamor.
We wove a glamor to enamor Narcissus through
From our mouths drips a venom that makes
we raise bedlam that breaks foundations of
nations and echoes throughout generations.
We conceived Salem by hissing through our
This is a sword you can’t sheath.
They writhe underneath every half-assed
craved by the cowardly and taken up
by the brave.
They’ve been the liberators of slaves and
the tools of the depraved,
they’ve been the thing by which we are saved
and the roller that paves over our
Emulate the voices of the dead which you
Emanate this force until you are a spire,
let it course through your veins and release
the reins and strain against every effort
to bring you back down again.
You’ve got words, baby.
When the world tries to bring you to your knees?
Riots and the Enemy Within
Did ignorance burn the streets of Baltimore? Hatred?
Perhaps something darker. I speak of the stubborn self-deception that has rioted inside man since his self-discovery.
The enemy, that arch-fiend who has bided since the beginning. I do not speak religiously here, metaphorically rather...
Inauthenticity, self-deception -- call it what you will. There is no cure for the purest type of darkness, the black hole that sucks your loved ones and leaders into evil.
Sometimes I fear that even smiles and gestures of love have fallen to evil purpose.
Emily Dickinson loved man in his throes because there he speaks without deceit.
What do we do?
CNN quoted Leonard Bernstein and it resonated with me: "This will be our reply to violence: to make music more intensely, more beautifully, more devotedly than ever before."
The battle is all around us. It rages inside you right now. Sing a song, dance, cry, or lament..
Do not fall to the enemy. Stand strong in your devotion.