The Sweet Psalm of the Subjected

The Sweet Psalm of the Subjected

Oh them youthful infatuations.
Keepin’ our heads all clouded,
And our actions sedate.
Feelin’ nothin’ but that sweet sweet oppression
drippin’ slowly into our mouths
Just like tupelo honey.

But if there be two persons
There’ll always be three versions
And that third friend’ll be called Truth.

Cause the mirror be reflectin’
Only what this mind wanna see,
And that ain’t no “Fun House” mirror,
Just pretty pink lies,
made up by some age-weary mind.
So we might hold on longer to them youthful infatuations.

But oh! How bout them youthful infatuations?
Them kept our heads clouded
And our actions sedate.
Cause back them we cared about nothin’,
Nothin’ but that sweet sweet oppression
Drippin’ slowly into our mouths
Just like tupelo honey.

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Haiku of Luminous Love

Haiku of Luminous Love

Have you ever loved?
I have. My heart burst with stars.
Stars are forever.

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Child of The Land of Nod

Child of The Land of Nod

Mother Tribe, take me in.
For I am a child of the Land of Nod.
Abandoned like an orphan,
I have been banished to wander at the price of another’s sin.
Praying for someone, something to wash this blood from my hands.

Mother Tribe, take me in.
For this wandering has been long,
And I yearn for a place to rest my weary head.
A place to let go of old myths and begin anew.

But Mother Tribe does not understand.
All she see are her children.
Her once lost, but newly found children,
Covered in the sin of another

“Come my Littles,”
She does say,
“Come and I will do, as a good mother does,
And wash and scrub this burden from your soul.
For children were not made to wear the sins of their maker.”

Mother Tribe, take me in.
Where I once was a child of the Land of Nod.
You graced me pure of the burdens of my creator.
Just as a good mother does.

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The Forget Not Girl

The Forget Not Girl

I am the Forget Not Girl
I forget not
And forget never

I remember histories
Long past their memory
Some of whom’s only echo is now myth.

I am the one that holds your forgotten greats and uglies.
The ghouls and gold hidden in the darkest corner of your soul’s attic.
I hold them, so that you may walk numbly through your world.

I hold them and wait
Wait for the day you are ready to remember
Wait for the day you are ready to feel and face your truth

And should that day never come,
Then I will wait for the day you cease to be
And then I will begin the words of your legacy

For I am the Forget Not Girl
I forget not
And forget never

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WoMANity Haiku

WoMANity Haiku

I may be Woman
But also Human. Not beast
So I need not roar
=)

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Dreamdumpster’s 2013 “Government Quality Control” Opinion Census

Please pick one of the following statements from below:

I would like to see:

A.) My government keep “the lights on?”

B.) My government shut down, in what resembles a five year old child having a tantrum?

C.) My government accidentally start the zombie apocalypse (and possible intergalactic battle) leading to universal peace?

Please leave vote and comments below…and have a revolutionary-kind-of-day!!

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