Suicide by pharmacide
October 8, 2008
Tired of you and her and him
Leave me along, screamed to them
Exhausted, from life, keeping my score
Wanting to end, but always needs more
What if I jumped, hung or lied dead
What if I ended, with perscribed med
Better off before, pill gave to save
Big Pharm takes over, mind bends, caves
FDA, purchased, tugged by the throat
Man, woman, child, drugged by white coat
Mystery illness, created by suits
Scientist, politicians, MDs, cahoots
Time to Mend
October 5, 2008
Intimacy, wrapped up, sordid white lies
Hold me, whispered, while pushing on thighs
Pretends to love, look out for my needs
Really, just groping, and wanting, his plead
Fix, what’s broken, not symptoms of ours
You tore at my heart, left caloused with scars
Blame isn’t planned, to throw onto you
Dig deep, where it hurts, create a true view
I want us whole, not pieces, nor parts
You want a piece, pretend a fresh start
Ache, my heart does, rejected, spit out
Didn’t want me then, turned me about
Face pushed to the mud, shameful within
Quick fix, it won’t be, heart needs time to mend.
Bitch Session 8
October 2, 2008
Suffocating, I am, in pressure of fight
Scratching the itch, of ruthless tonight
Needing, wrapped, up in aggression, beware
Surely he loves me, but lashes and tears
Pretends to himself, hurtful is truth
Used to buy into, now just a spoof
Love him, I do, but moments of these
Anger, rage, it conquers and seethes
No, matter, what I do, say or I try
He whines, badgers, spits in ones eye
Battle lost, before it began
Man, I can’t take it, just be a man
Feel our youth, without adding drink
Bar, some chicks, it smells of some stink
Equation of yours, seems bit off cue
You are who you are, deepest of you
Hand of mine, offered, to complaint
Still, so unhappy, bitch session 8
Inside, does fester, insecure little place
Demonic, little fighter, black hole of face
Scared to grow old, embrace it will come
I love you, I do, we can learn to be one
Proposition 8 – California
October 2, 2008
Man, Woman, Circle to one
Prop 8 fails, what will become
He marries him, and she with her
Gods holy union, surely unnerved
We are his bride, called to the skies
Metaphorical marriage, broken by lies
Love from my heart, given to you
Biblical word, held to be true
You too can marry, woman or man
As long as you are, with man or woman
Love you, I will, but if Prop 8 fails
Tear drops, will fall, trickle effect sails
Young,ones and old, unite, with you heart
Prop 8, YES, with strength to impart
