Nurtured Anxiety

the greatest obstacles 

between a person 

and their peace 

is often 

their parents

mothers

who suffocate their sons and daughters 

with expectations put upon them

by mothers of their own

fathers

who ration out love 

as if it were a depleted resource

the tyranny of family bonds

terrorizing a person 

well into adulthood 

the only loving parents 

are the one's who decided against 

becoming one

 love is the dishes

sometimes it will make me mad

but i always will

The Manipulator

she didn't always cry

when she drank

but
she always drank

i
only drank when she drank

and sometimes she cried

sometimes it was because she remembered something from her past that hurt

sometimes it was because i was punishing her
for something she remembered

tears fell from her eyes like rebel angels
and i welcomed her with a blanket

crucified monster

the beast's never-ending feed

prayers of its prey

maniacs of peace

burn the world down with their love

cruel empathy

The Majesty

where others see graves

i see castles

a benevolent kingdom of death

devoured by the soil

the maggots and the worms

finally

all are treated equally 

this destiny, hell

narrow paths of certainty 

one tunnel of choice

cry for no banker

sympathy dies on Wall Street 

profits declare wars

the devil's ballet

dance of blasphemous angels

arabesque monsters 

the skies are dying 

mountains shatter into dust

time cannot be stopped

American courts

the nightmares of innocence 

wrongful convictions

dancing with witchcraft 

bristles and feet sweep the floor 

cauldrons of music 

the stars are all strays

glowing eyes of sly hunters

feral is each night

babies burned alive 

to bury old men in gold

statues of the bomb

rhythms of decay

a knocking in the graveyard 

dead bodies dancing

my eyes burst open 

pierce the room looking for dreams 

so swiftly, escaped 

peasants ascend hills 

climb them with kings on their backs

knocked back down by thrones

in the cocktail of life

music has always been my favorite mixer

and i have always known

that you have to drink up

because the ice is melting 

leering stares of death

focused, ever-present gaze

never looks away

when rain starts to sing

rhythm sections of thunder

this storm keeps a beat