Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Poem: Mirrors

Pouting and pounding
and full of self-loathing.
It's everyone's fault
but her own.
If you try to get close,
she'll hate you for it.
For we are mirrors
of each other
and she can't bare
to see
herself.

Poem: Hate Him

She's just like the man
she claims to hate
though she doesn't see it.

Pointing her finger
at all that is her
and cursing
her very own flaws.

Why do we hate
those parts of ourselves
which we see
in others?

Is there nothing
I can do
to help this
hate-filled person
treat me kindly?

Poem: What Purpose?

The angry, sad
person
who shares my space
directing her
dis-ease at me
gives me cause to
run away
I know not
what else to do.

Talking does not help,
if they do not want to talk.
Action does not help,
if they only ask for more.
Silence does not help,
if they scream anyways.
Oh God,
What is my purpose here?

Poem: The Ordeals

The Ordeals are not written
you'll be lucky if you
know what they are
when they come
if you do not pass one
it will come again
in another form
and again
until you have mastered it
then will come the next
and so on
and so on
yea, even unto perfection
yea, even unto
perfection.

Poem: Port-O-Pottie

Four walls
and a seat
a moment alone
with no one
to yell
or stare
I wish I could
stay forever
despite the smell
always walking
except when resting
always people
often yelling
so much anger
directed at me
what did I do
but try to be free

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Poem: God's Army

The Devil will try
every trick that it can
my son
to throw you off My Path.
The walk of faith
does not start east
but as your faith grows
so does My Strength
in your life-
let Me in.
Yet with every growth
in faith
so much harder
does the Devil try
for he does not want
My Army of light
to grow stronger.
So let all your problems
fall from your shoulders
and know that
I am with you always
Comforting
and Protecting you
with all the Love
of Existence.

Poem: Cops

Fucking Cops!
Little plastic Men
Fake superior
Better-than-Us
Men
Stupid, probing
tricky Men
hate you
Fucking Cop
sauntering in your
Cowboy
Tool-belt
smile and
shit-eating
acting like a friend
until
BAM!
I'm down
and fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
for your cooperation
you Fucking Cops
know nothing
tiny-dicked
sadistic
Nazi
Fucks!
Go play with yourselves
imagine
you are a
Big Bad Wolf
and all us little
Citizens
are sheep
Fuck your
false
painted-on
superiority.
I am myself.
And I don't need
your fucking
"Protection."