Barbarism

Laughed at by the gods
Our losses just an elaborate prank
To entertain something more
If freedom and abandonment
Were not loud enough
To put a force in me
To search for my own exculpation
The way a dog subsidizes
Its household's decisions
In a world that is abjectly unfair
Imbued with free will
But forbidden from philosophy
To bring us into this world
Only to discharge us again
Inhuman and hence divine
This is how I know
God is a terrorist

Perpetual Issues

I looked into myself,
Gazed past the healed scars,
I reached deep within myself
And touched something raw.
I felt the wounds I thought I'd worked so diligently to heal;
I think now they may always fester
And only sink deeper, nearer to my soul.

(April '14)

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I let myself try a thing I haven't tried in a long time, but I wasn't ready, and it made me wonder if I ever would be.  

What I Want To Say To You

You say you're going far and fast,
But you're a hare, and you're coming in last.
So drop that stupid attitude
Before you start into your platitude.
Do you know who you are fighting?
Consider just who you are indicting.
I have only got sour grapes
For you, so stand up straight.  You're not an ape.





This is dedicated to all the stupid fucking bitches (male, female and trans) in the world who never had a chance to listen to me tell them to STFU.
Much more eloquent and even more fuck you when you do it in poetry form.  Take that everyone who pisses me off!!


P.s. Dear readers, I am sorry I have been absent lately!  I tried to schedule enough entries so that I could make it through Valentine's day but it wasn't quite enough.  (I work in the flower trade so V-Day is THE day).  I'm back now with a vengeance!  And my lizard died so I'll be writing his elegy and posting it too.

No Rest For The Wicked

The work of a slave driver is never done.
Her everlasting work is just no fun.
And by dusk, she knows it's only just begun,
And that sometimes, she must fire her gun.

The vigilant slave driver is ever guarded,
Her slitted eyelids always parted,
Making sure she's not outsmarted.
Daily, her soul's bombarded.





Work is driving me up a wall.

But I work at a flower shop...And next week is Valentine's Day. So what can I really expect?

I Am Queen

Time to change into something else.
I'm turning into God Himself.
A powertrip, that's what I need.
A kingdom on which to feed.

All my minions take a plow.
You're in my great providence now. 
Bow down before the one you serve.
I assure you, you'll get what you deserve.

I Came With The Valkyrie

It's time for a little hurt, so I feel less alone.
I'll push you away and ignore when you phone.
I'll beat you black and blue, then I'll tie you to the bed,
And leave you on your own, make you wish you were dead.
I keep telling myself, "you're a strong babe,
The likes of Freya herself, part of the valhallacade."
Repeating my mantra, hoping that I'll believe,
That I might swallow the spell I've tried to weave.
I'm jaded and anxious.  Sometimes I can't cry.
I'll eye you from the corner and from corner of my eye.
It's best to be scary, so they don't see that you're scared.
I'm new to this world.  I just hope they haven't heard.





Aha! Found you. I only get anxious at night when I run out things to do. I made a 'dominatrix' playlist. Essentially, it has songs that boost a girl's ego and make her feel like she could throw some punches in the big leagues. It features songs such as
Maneater
If You Seek Amy
Piece of Me
Perfect Exceeder
Pop the Glock
and many more!

You see the pattern though, assuming you've paid the least bit of attention to the lyrics in any of these songs.

Also, I'm forming a strong obsession with Norse mythology. The women are badass and I want to be one/their friend. I may have to buy a book to learn more. The internet is simply not getting it across to me. Maybe I'll just get a translation of "Prose of Edda" or whatever it's called.

Dominatrices

Oh powerful dom,
She wields her chains and whip.
Behold her beauty!