I Am Woman

I am not a hole to hide your infamous penis
I am not a pillow to rest your lying head
I am not a pawn in your pursuit of dominance
I am not obliged to play your game of war

On Sabbatical (Journal Entry)

I hate the feeling of let down. It sends a post-traumatic sensation through my mind. Even the slightest hint that something has gone wrong is like the worst thing that could happen in my space and time. I’ve gotten better at separating feelings from facts. But the facts don’t hide the feelings, just like my right hand never knows what’s going on with my left.

My Kaleidoscope (Poem)

I found my silver lining tucked away in sharded glass Stacks on stacks of broken dreams, unfinished goals, uncharted maps They said that I could find it If only I could breathe If only I could hold my breath Fall on bended knees ‘It works if you work it’ The slogan of the day So […]

The Masquerade (Poem)

This system has failed us.
Why are the highs so low?

Just look at all the stars above
Flashing shiny things at the world they loathe

Slavery is so fascinating
It’s the price we pay to fill a bottomless void

The tale of the scared little pigs (Poem)

Once upon a time There were three little pigs The eldest of brothers was the picker of figs The second in line was the heir to the throne The herder of sheep and the bearer of gold The third little piggy was swarthy in kind… He shed dark that cast all way to the light […]

Welcome to Judgment Day (Poem)

How did the persecuted become the persecutors? When did the meek become the misers? Since when is hypocrisy the religion of the one true God? The hows and whys are a tale too twisted to fully comprehend. But a wise man once said all truth will be revealed in the end.

The day of judgment is upon us and it’s coming on strong. Judge not or you will be judged by the exact measure of judgment you cast before God.

Psychiatry is shaking us like snow globes (Journal Entry)

What happens when you shake a snow globe? A whirlwind disseminates around whatever masterpiece lies beneath. And as that masterpiece awaits patiently to be revealed, the shaker continues to shake and shake and shake, as though chaos is more amusing than art.

Seeing in Fours (Poem)

My advice for active alcoholics is…

If you’re seeing in ones
You’re good
If you’re seeing in twos
You’re a little bit tipsy
If you’re seeing in threes
You might do something you will regret
If you’re seeing in fours
GOD BLESS

All the World is a Hoax (Poem)

Living gets harder
Day by day

Time don’t stop
Tears don’t fade
The world gets dumber
The tides don’t change

The only thing that gets better is the smartphone craze

Is there anybody out there?
Is anything real?

All the world is a hoax
You can’t cry when you can’t feel

There’s no sight when you look away
You can’t fight what you won’t stop

Woe to You IsraHELL (Poem)

Woe to you IsraHELL
Mother of lies

Mother of martyrs
Mother of whores

You stoned the Prophets
And burned the scrolls

Sought death for your children
Broke bread with your foes

You raped and pillaged
And broke the commands

Taunted and cheated with blood on your hands

An abomination is what you’ve come to be
The Lost Ten Tribes are death under your feet