The Return of the Queen

She went into the forest

To return what she borrowed

And Hell rode with her 

and Darkness followed

In hope of a life bereft of pain

without sadness, cruelty,

sorrow or shame

The woods are our eyes

They see what is hidden

They love what we lose

In a life we’ve forbidden

Of brothers and sisters

Of the saints and the whore

In the end there is nothing

Yet we all crave more

She returned from the forest

Still alive, unafraid

And Hell was absent 

and Darkness delayed

Life has the meaning

Of the love that is in it

When we live for today

And love every minute

Life looks good on you

Live while you can

When a woman is more

A woman is always blamed

They are damned if they do

They are damned if they don’t

A woman is always shamed

You may call her a whore

You may call her a slut

A woman is always named

To the eyes of the world

To protect those who lie

A woman is always blamed

When a woman is more than man

Love in the land of Ire

Anger is upon me

But I am not angry

Sadness is upon me

But I am not sad

Madness is upon me

But I am not mad

Love is upon me

And I am in love

And I hope you are too

Ravel

I watched her unravel, in front of my eyes.

Through years full of sorrows, secrets and lies.

A life as it happens, is death in reverse.

The end is a given, and that is our curse.

To know we are mortal, we fracture and break.

And still keep on living, with every mistake.

The past may define us, it is not who we are

It cannot control us, it is but a scar.

Something we live with, and somehow survive.

To live is an option, the choice is to thrive.

Death is not the end, life is just the beginning.

Your story is your life, not your death.

Live while you can, breathe it in.

All of it.

Simulacrum

A battered and broken person
with a frayed and fragile soul
Their simulated feelings
are fables full of holes
Their dreams a vain illusion
of a life that cannot be
Their faith beyond redemption
that person they are me
Beyond what lies tomorrow
today remains the same
What lives beneath the shadows
is what we cannot name
A near and distant future
We strive to never meet
Our death a faded echo
of what we cannot beat
If all we are is atoms
and ignorance is bliss
we all believe in nothing
and heaven is a myth
What lies we tell believe them
for that is all we are
Us broken and battered people
with barely beating hearts

A life is what we make it
Forever is a lie
Tomorrow is beyond us
No matter how we try

The person isn't broken
but battered to the core
They stubbornly keep living
though life is but a chore

We cannot bleed forever
Our wounds must always heal
Our worlds exist together
As long as life is real

Intent, Consent, Respect

 

Intent is deliberate, not accidental.
Consent is not negotiable.
Respect is aftercare

Safety is not a privilege of the strong.
Those who oppose it benefit from things staying the same.

Violence is not character, it is force.

Orange and Green

Capitalism is Economic Cannibalism without Empathy

Cannibalism is the Strong Consuming the Weak

Oppression has many Forms and Faces

Heaven and Earth are the Inheritance of the Meek

Respect is Asking rather than Demanding

Dignity is Accepting the Response

Greenland isn’t Green

Envy Is