published @ poetshaven.com 2005
Be mean
And ward them away
Be tough
Safeguard yourself
Keep the truth hidden
Behind your impertinent facade
Let them think you're a snob
Anything to keep them from asking questions
Let them believe you're a whore
Anything to keep me from being fucked
Let them say what they want to say
The more rumors that spread the better
Lies, lies, all of it lies!
But if that's what it takes
If that's what it breeds
Then let it be so
Voodoo doll, cry for me
I'll stick you with these words
Penetrate you with these thoughts;
Destroy them, break them!
Kill them, kill them,
KILL THEM!
No . . . lest we all die
I'll kill you
Voodoo doll, cry for me
Cry for me
Sun up high is very bright
Moon up high is rather dim
But Moon puts his trust in Sun
And Sun puts her trust in him
Sun up high is full of warmth
That radiates to her daughter, Earth
But sometimes Moon can be very cold
And often forgets his daughter's worth
Sun up high gives the gift of peace
With each cloud that leisurely floats
And with every star that shimmers
Moon gives the gift of hope
Both Moon and Sun get upset
And cry tears of rain
But these tears rejuvenate
And wash away their daughter's pain
Sun up high lights up the day
Moon up high lights up the night
Up in the sky they coexist
As proof of this world's majestic might
Master of Darkness,
how may I serve thee?
Shadow of Shadows,
I am yours completely.
There is a prize that I seek.
For it, I have given you my soul.
I will do as you bade me.
Anything to achieve my goal.
For I am a lowly human;
a minuscule parasite.
No magic do I possess,
I am inferior to your might.
Creator of all Things Black,
I cower before thee.
But King of all Wraiths
should not discredit me.
For what I lack in sheer strength,
I make up with sheer cunning,
and my deceitfulness just may be
the key that unlocks your undoing.
I will see my plan into action
and soon rule in your place.
The world will tremble in fear
upon gazing into my face.
You will be forever locked
inside a prison of light
and there you will cower
before my inferior might.
You should have expected as much,
for history has made it quite clear.
How do you think my species has survived
throughout all these years?
He swallowed the fire, the blades and bullets.
He ignored the stares and puns at his back.
He buried all of their dirt.
The gritty taste turned his stomach
and he choked on his rage
before throwing it on the walls
then painting it over so his parents wouldn't know.
So his friends wouldn't know
how fake he really was.
He adorned himself with bruises and scratches;
made a mockery of their perfect skin.
He held his life in his hand, so many times,
wanting to close his fist and squish it.
Cheap talk was heard all over the school
and he let them believe what they chose.
To deny it would make it true.
To ignore it would mean the same.
The truth never mattered, what he thought of himself.
Golden rules were lost on him.
He gagged on the optimism,
spat on the fairness and equality;
created by sprites and fairies,
Cinderella rejects and Sleeping Beauty has-beens.
He was the excuse for the golden exceptions.
The guilty was set free. The innocent was charged
with the heinous crime of being blissfully ignorant,
sent to an eternity in purgatory.
His opinions were only accepted
if they were accompanied by a check.
published @ poetshaven.com 2005
I saw the metal man with his two dozen piercings
Fatigues, spiked hair-do, and Slipknot tee
Other people saw him too
But we all saw him differently
A middle-aged woman clutched her purse
As a savage thief walked toward her table
The old man was ready to strike with his cane
If the malicious creature should wander his way
The waitress was ready to call the police
When her inane suspicions were fulfilled
The black man saw him, the fat man saw him
They thought it safe to pretend he wasn't there
I saw the metal man with his cold, blue eyes
And I smiled at him
He stopped and sat down
He took a sidelong glance my way
Then he smiled and paid for my cafe mocha
I nodded in appreciation, no words spoken
But we understood what the others failed to notice
I saw the metal man with his inner light
I saw myself reflected in those lifeless eyes
I saw the oppressed, down trodden and abused
The scared, sad, lonely, useless child
We all saw the metal man differently
But perhaps the blind man saw him best
He saw a human being, a child of God