Tag Archive: change


what i need today

the night
– is calls with out question
alas
-it seems so absurd
the thoughts
-wonder past recognition
until,
-these visions that conspire
can longer described by mere words

I’m lost in a place with out pleasure
I’m lost in a place with out pain
I’m lost In the place past desire
in the back of my brain

what I want…
I can not place words on
what I want…
I do not know what to say
what I… need
to know where I got these chains from
if only to convince my self I don’t need them today

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see these things that you have done
straight bellow your midnight sun
this ice and snow
what you’ve become
straight below your mid night sun

for I am not the same as you
I had not the right you did to choose
for I did not seal my fate
I sit in purgatory
its here I wait

it was not your right
my soul to take
these secrets are mine
not meant for you to partake

I’m the monster
no its not I
I am the beast
no its for good that I try
I strive for vengeance
alas no its not me
my heart changes colour
its through strangers eyes that I see

alas what is this
this that I see
alas what is this
no it cant be

here in the Arctic
here in the snow
here below the the sun
you’ll never know

you take bitter words
from battered young lungs
refrain –
and re-frame
from what you’ve become
massacred moments
of what was your past
tainted old feelings that die with the last
of hopes
and off dreams
when all you had left was your will to breath

windows to a soul that can no longer bleed
blinded old eyes
defining a new term for needs

memories of lost souls
and what needed done
when your freedom to live
is the only one thing –
that cant be undone

breath with me
see with me who i once was
and rise with me
try with
the phoenix iv become

rise with me
try with me
from the ashes i come

cj beamish

 

The words that she speaks
Came from the same language
as yours
But you’ll shroud her in shame
For what’s hers that’s not the same as what’s yours

For the things that she does
Brings fear to your brain?
Could that be that your week
No?
It’s her fault that she’s strange ?

Is it the sex
Or the shape
The colour that takes place
On her skin
That she’s thin?
Oh it’s a sin
To not be the same?

People died for this
Tried for this
Put all of the them selves
in front of real and proverbial trains
To be free
To see an equal day

So your bigger?
So your better?
So finally put together?
So it’s your right to say
Who’s who and who’s loves aloud to be sanctioned for forever

Like hitler
You slander
It’s not the same?
But didn’t you say you were better?
Because of race?
Because of sex?
Oh they just need to meet YOUR simple standards?

It’s just just jokes now?
You find humour?
In the purposed genocide of others
Simply because he found
Love for another ?

The past
Did it not teach you?
Starving Auschwitz victims
Didn’t reach you?

You find humour?
In hate symbols
Do you claim-
to be an individual

HATE FOR HATES SAKE IS CONFORMITIES/SLAVERYS SYMBOL