Fuck you.

They taught me to always run & hide,
just keeping the eyes on how to survive.
Not to inspire to anything more than a wife.
I remember the first time I had to lie
to say a novel I was reading wasn't mine
to save it from being teared apart
because it's not on the final test.
I thought I wasn't strong enough
to completely tell them to fuck themselves.
So instead I built this beautiful wall,
and invested in multi-layered control.
Yeh, ma & pa, thank you for preparing me
for the "real" world.

Ways away.

Just when you are getting comfortable,
you find out there's ways, ways & ways to go.
Maybe it's the ego that's insatiable,
always, always, always looking for something new.
Maybe it's the curse of never having a home,
or maybe I'm still a kid in the candy store.
But please, please, please show me
what is this all for.

To the Actor.

What makes you want to be another person?
Assume the precise loco motions?
Generate the sparks by selling the cells?
In the end not to have a life at all?
The actor thinks it's all a joke.
The laughters & tears can last in films.
But we are not the same,
I'm in a different place.
Maybe another time,
I will remember the name.
To act in order to be,
makes yourself nice & cheap.
All the puppets have strings,
one day they will end up a messy heap.
But what other ways to live?

To My Bitch Boss.

You trying to kill me?
Bossing me like I'm your secretary?
Your bottom bitch?
Coming down a ton of bricks?
No warning nor a friendly reprieve?
It's all up to me, huh?
Well, I'm telling you to wait.
The good times are looking vague.
You know what I'm saying?
Yeh, you better walk away.
You think you are grade A?
Well, I have seen you shiver
at the first sigh of hard labor.
"Tough" ain't in your vocabulary,
so step out of my way.
And shield your eyes,
your fairy land's built
on the slaughter lane.
Hey, don't hate the player,
you ain't even in the game.
High morals & low dresses,
you dizzy yet? Of course not.
Who you're looking at
but your brand new bitch boss?

To Those Who Should be Happy.

Oh, can't you see the sun
when a hard decision's made
and a gut-wrenching deed is done?
Would you celebrate it or let
the doubts eat you away?
There's never a single line,
but a feeling you're on the
right track & something's different
this time. More to lose &
not caring what is to gain.
One train leaves without
you & it's still a happy day.

Don’t Run Away.

It's hard, no? When you had enough &
ready to call it quits.
Where you're down on your knees to
pray, throwing pride away.
Don't you know it's good for you, get
lost in a brand new space.
Don't run away, now, ageless voices
are cheering you on.
Make yourself the guide & them your
witness, through winter comes spring.
When you're at your lowest, know that you
are never alone, feel the warmth.
It's your chance at living, like those that
came before, make them proud.
Don't run away, now, it's your gravest
self saying, "Don't run away."

Love Poem to My Bed #2.

Oh, God, my bed, I'm
so in love with you.
Please don't leave me.
I will keep you warm.
I will do "any thing".
I will rub against you until
it's time for a wash.
We can have a three-some
with the pillow,
no body will ever know.
I will crumble you up
like a feathery hill,
then wear you down like
a melting marshmallow.
Please don't go,
I know it's noon.
I put a sleepy
spell on you.