Dirt 11-17-11 & Feet 12-21-11

Dirt 11-17-11

The machines will turn
Your networks, burn
The light connections you made will succumb to black

The keys will lash
Your senses, gnash
The real connections you made will will succumb to black

Down with your comforts, your knowledge, your speed
Down with your technology that drove you to greed
Down with your progress
Down with your lies

Up with the soil to open your eyes

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Feet 12-21-11

And then the madness came back, clawing at my sanity
Etching the lucite surface of my health
Formality was long gone
Instead, blatant insanity
A long, cool thought of rage
Next came the rush of insects' chattering feet
A slew to cover my wall
I shut my eyes at the madness and thought it to plunge

Ode to the City of Rain

It’s to you that I’ve given of myself
It’s to you that my skin has ground the pavement
It’s to you that my heart grew black and was renewed
It’s to you that my head filled with clouds
It’s to you that the rain’s beat washed the clouds away
It’s to you that I’ve been held
It’s to you that I’ve grown
It’s to you that I’ve been reborn

You Beast

Her skin burst at it's pores to release the sweet smell of death.
As the dermis peeled back, a new, stronger creature appeared.
She frantically tried to glue the old skins onto her new form, fear of recreation pumped through her veins.
The Beast who stood over her snarled intimidation.
He lorded her pain over her physical self and eyes begged to shrink.
Then, the teeth.
She sank her ivories into his flesh and down he went.
She stood victorious.

Life Decay

I can feel the cracks of my soul quaking
I can hear the the synapse of my brain catching
I can smell the rot of things decayed
I will stay the course
I will be gold

Breaks of the Heart

Her tears freely flow
The hope of each drop to heal
Faces haunt
Lives ache
The pain of suffering turns red
Their eyes in her soul
Their limbs close to her beating heart
Longing loins stretch to the sky for relief

She Did This

I didn’t become what you wanted me to be, I don’t look the way you like
You run in circles to prove me wrong when this isn’t about wrong or right
I laid my wounded heart bare at your feet to show you what you did
You wouldn’t hear my words and instead you tried to make my light dim
But I won’t let you extinguish me, no matter who you are
I won’t let you quiet me because my path will go far
It’s up to you to join me on this journey that I pursue
It’s up to you to love me, this time it’s up to you

Woman

Stripped on the concrete floor
Cling to the remnant of our glory
Power in the gift, power in the breast
Their fear raging on from the beginning
Held at stake’s length from what is deserved
Punished for physicality that was not chosen