She Sees in the Dark (Poem)

She sees in the dark
like a bat out of hell

An echo in the park
She preys like a spell

The glow of the moon
is no match for her shadow

Her cold, bleeding heart sheds more light than the towns

That she stalks
And she mourns
And she summons to battle

Rare Form (Poem)

I’m in rare form
My form is so rare
that no lie is too great to embrace my warfare

No fire can make dust of the bombs that I drop
And no thief in the night can take swift with my plot

I’m a renegade
I give swords to your slaves

Chop it up before dawn
then give bones to your graves

I’m a hurricane
I blow hard through the chill

Get it Done (Poem)

I’ll do it when I wanna do it
I’ll do it when I’m done

I’ll do it when I’m sick and tired
I’ll do it when it’s done

I’ll do it when I’m all burnt out
And my legs are tired

And taking that first step feels like a marathon
without breakfast or a bottle of water

I’ll do it tomorrow
I’ll do it the next day

Light the Fire (Poem)

This is not a joke
And it’s not an illusion

This is not a coincidence
And it’s not collusion

This is the real deal baby
We’re gonna light the fire

Please, just let it be
My one heart’s desire

You are the lock
And I Am the key

I want to open that door
So please
Just let it be

Crisis actors, inflatable snowmen and the vagina in the sky

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, hell is what we make it and happiness belongs to all who choose to own it. But what goes for reality? Is it something we choose, create, behold? Does it come in a box tied with a bow? If we reject it will it simply go away?