Death of Dancer

Feeling the music, going through the moves
Smiling at the demons while dancing for the wolves
Dancer on the stage, longing to be-
Mirages of hope – dreams of prosperity

Sounds of their voice
Stench of their breath
She’s movin to the music
Groovin to the death

Lose yourself in melody, trying to escape
They look into your eyes, but your soul…they do rape
Smile painted on your face while tears fall inside
Stripping off your clothing while emotions long to hide

Circles of a game going round and round
Praying for the freedom of that hated dungeon sound
Longing for that day to never dance again
Sanity awaits you – when freed from wicked man

Little Pill II – Inside Mental Illness

Little pill, little pill, magic cure to it all

Raindrop size, brutal  hit, like Herculean brawl

Simply, pop upon my tongue, world a cheery place

Nothing even bothers me, even  slap to the face

World is ending, wars a raging, teardrops not in sight

Terrible all around me, but I think I lost my fight

Seconds, minutes, hours… heart beat races now

Jaws do clench, muscles flinch,  reaching place of Tao

I pause, I wait, euphoria, moving toward some peace

Now engulfed in nausea, will it ever cease

Doc, help, I can’t sleep at all, sex drive is so low

I swear I had insomnia, bi-polar you bestow

Life upside down, scared, alone, need to take a breath

Pushing, pushing, forward while feeling like Macbeth

Modern day, tragedy, building in my head

Little pill, yes or no, both choices come with dread

Mother Mother

Mother, mother, a complicated thing

Love you I do, but anger you bring

Unknown to you, words twisted in blame

Blind to your racism, make me so shamed

Blades from your tongue, whip at my breathe

You wonder why, at eighteen I left

Mother you are, Love you I do

Open your eyes, of devilish spew

My skin is creamy, my babies are brown

Twisted your words, take my heart down

Learn from your pain, create not your own

Chance to end family, cycle  you’ve  known

Little White Pill

Little white pill, from doctor of med

Prescription prescribed, mend broken head

Once, used to shout, cry deep inside

Now….I just feel, my inside  has died

Not sure whats bad, good, or right

Knot in my throat, nowhere in site

Stress is all gone, tears dried up too

Happy? Sad? Angered or Blue?

Little white pill, slides down inside

Silence my anger, love and my pride

Needed some help, but is it OK

Emotionless droid, forever to stay

Fight, with my words, but anger is lost

Little white pill, what is our cost