“Take it All” Said the Capitalist, the Poet, and the Believer

I have become diseased.
A build up of abuse,
Has taken my body and mind,
So far away I fear they’re lost.

All I have left are coals,
They heat this shell at night,
They keep me writing, breathing,
They burn hotter and brighter, rarely.

All of my passion travels the skies.
I can only touch pieces of it,
When it flows past me in rivulets.
I wish I could hold it, all at once.

Did you think I was new to this game?
I am no amateur, I am years ahead.
Childish creatures, fly away,
I will devastate you, surprise surprise.

Be like the night and crumble,
Crumble, with my smile, sunrise.
I hate people, I am misanthrope.
Equality is a fainting prostitute.

A gray shadow wanders,
Down the streets at night,
To rest upon a tree, to ponder,
Why are his eyes black holes?

I allow these pains into my life.
I am the gate, the one, the door.
Let yourself inside, find out who I am.
Just don’t expect to feel the same.

Thief, rogue, destitute, die.
I am hate, hate you so much.
Take my hard earned work, cherish it.
You could never have touched my accomplishments.

Put me on a stand,
I am your whipping post.
I want it that way, my choice.
Mock me like the birds in the trees.

Silence is my wall, my language.
When I feel this coldness, loveless.
Letters can do the talking, communicate,
My feelings, words are pitiful ghosts.

Have what you want, I have my God.
Take what you want, I have my God.
Say what you want, I have my God.
Hate what you want, I have my God.

You only have my paycheck.

Stakes, Ropes, Nails, and How You Use Them

Birds flee from me, exodus from a bush,
Colored red, with autumn’s hand,
I draw closer to you, you mimic me.
My heart begins to tear at its bars.

I know the reality, yet I return.
You smile at me, I am yours,
A marionette despairingly dangling,
From cruel fingers white as hospitals.

I hear your laugh in my dreams.
I am a prisoner, you are the warden.
My feelings are your toys, like a child,
You throw me upon the carpet.

You make me remember my worth,
I choke upon dirt, I swallow rocks.
You hold me down, I cannot move.
Claustrophobia wreaks havoc upon me.

You are a massacre to my emotions.
You speak sweet air, but lies,
Set off alarms in my mind,
I disregard dangers, they wilt and peel.

I cannot be my own, so waste me,
Dispense me, I am your object.
I am mud; I am nobody, place me in flames.
Yet, there is always hope.

What?