After the storm comes the calm,
After the darkness, the light.
This is the natural order,
The flow of nature's might.
Before the brightest of days,
There are always the turbulent and darkest hours.
Joy comes in the morning, or so they say,
But this dark night has lasted for centuries.
When will joy finally arrive?
......
Look at 'em, blood from their eyne flows
A pale smile, like a coruscate, on their visage
Their throats swelled in dinges and songs
Their life, they despise-come, oh death!
Take 'em, free 'em from the prison of life
Take 'em, Oh dulcet dread!
What is hapiness? Why art they smiling?
Perhaps, their hearts are in ec'tacy!
What is sadness? Why art they sobbing?
Perhaps, their hearts are scythed a-twain!
......
We were born into this---
toils of tangled gods’ maws
gnawing us raw
as we wiggle and crawl
on top of each other
like fish out of water.
Nothing sprouts from our barren faces
no eyes to cry, no mouth to shout
and wail as the gods’ acid spit flays us alive,
......
My thoughts they fell
Out of my head
Onto the floor
And I'm not sure
What to do
Now that my thoughts are on the floor
And when I opened the door
And everyone saw
They gasped and ran
In fear
......
Daddy, daddy, what is it you do,
Your green bleak skin, blotched and chewed?
I serve our kin, our Kings, to name a few,
who, with Their big, black arms, have ruled and rule the rules.
I kiss Their boots, lick Their hooves and pledge to do
anything a fanatic, a fool, a tool would do;
Ah-woo, Ah-woo.
Daddy, daddy, what is it you do,
......
An ultimatum stood at my door
And greeted me so fondly
To the tune of my thumping heartbeat.
"Live as I seem or die as I am"
The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones-
Sick with grief and mourning
Of a life never lived,
A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man-
Not man-soon-to-be, or transsexual or Pinocchio without the splintering of wood but of words,
......
Are my thoughts too loud,
Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer?
And my hands cling too tightly that your palms sweat,
And you count the seconds until I notice?
Do my words come out staggered and awkward-
Far apart and yet too close,
And do I linger far too long for hands held too stiff for an applause? [one that won’t occur]
Do you like me kinder, sweeter and quiet?
Am I preferred to lie in the heat of battle,
......
After the storm comes the calm,
After the darkness, the light.
This is the natural order,
The flow of nature's might.
Before the brightest of days,
There are always the turbulent and darkest hours.
Joy comes in the morning, or so they say,
But this dark night has lasted for centuries.
When will joy finally arrive?
......
Don't talk over them,
Don't expect them to care,
Don't be surprised if they laugh at me
Don't expect them to listen.
Expect them to be dismissive
Expect them to be defensive
Expect them to be self - righteous
(I've got to get out of this situation.)
......
Daddy, daddy, what is it you do,
Your green bleak skin, blotched and chewed?
I serve our kin, our Kings, to name a few,
who, with Their big, black arms, have ruled and rule the rules.
I kiss Their boots, lick Their hooves and pledge to do
anything a fanatic, a fool, a tool would do;
Ah-woo, Ah-woo.
Daddy, daddy, what is it you do,
......