Once Upon a Dream

 

Half awake - half asleep, torn between the dragons and the deep
Racing moments, fleeting thoughts, shattered fragments of what never was

"Step into my web" said the spider to the fly
"No" said I, "I would fly but you would have me still!"
"Not at all" she replied, "I so declare I positively never will"

So I stepped on her web and got stuck as a fly, never soaring, never free nor again flying high

"Why?" said I, "you promised I would live!!"
"Alas" she said, "I am a spider and I can but offer you what all spiders give"

Her fangs pierced my arm as I pondered all this, her eyes full of sadness yet clouded with bliss
I awoke with a sigh - still alive, wide awake
While etched on my arms were the marks of a snake

The Long Road

 The fire is out
The embers are cold
Night has fallen
The tales have been told
The wounds have been opened
The words have been said
The lies are delivered
The laughter is dead

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

Greed Is

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.

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

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