Battle for our Happiness.
It's time to post the poetry I've been hoarding for months. Sorry there will be SO many posts.
Disappointment reigns over me
All his mighty scepters taking lead
He follows first a flash of tears
Then straight forward with all his might
He dashes dreams to pieces
Brings heartache into the light
Oh foe of great degree!
Oh miserable wretched hipbone
That you swing your weapons from
That I'd settled down earlier before
Content to merely survive
What's this "living" I so earnestly seek?
I should be content to be so weak
But I put on trudges and trudge I do
Through murders and terrors of the night
I must be a boar that I purge so ahead
That I ravage every path-entering being
Like I'm entitled to the power I pretend to wield
You wield it all, oh Lord Disaster
Blanketing the earth with a steady feeling of inadequacy
Reminding us that we never were useful
Punishing us for ever thinking we were
How we fit the description of a terrorist so well!
We try to overcome your kingdom
Bomb your injustices and blow up your degrades
Thinking we'll leave this land happier still
We never leave at all
We build home in Moroseville
And find our liking in Gripes Town
Never content to endure the unendurable
Sometimes we believe there's a way out of this blasted hole
Like we think we could be fulfilled
But, Fuck-
There's no way we can be whole
We're just bodies to fill his providence
Stupid little mongers for him to pour out his rage on
To give way to disappointment
If it doesn't settle in us, then where does it go?
If he can't keep it in our souls, then where?
We used to fight it
That medicine-flavored illness called Depression
But now we swallow it eagerly
Gulping it down in listless sized bulbs
Swallowing it in one swoop
Thinking there must be no other way
When do we mount up our resistance?
We've been idle for far too long
We've been labeled as terrorists when in fact-
In fact we are victors
We're Saviours in some senses
Almost God-like in some circles
We've let them convince us we are weak
Allowed them to plow over us
To ground us underground
To plant us in rocky and poisoned soil
No longer!
NO LONGER!
For now we are victorious
Or we will be
We will not falter with any defeat
There shall be no defeats
Only gravity, sweet gravity
Pulling our captors
Pulling our demon leaders to the earth
Crushing them under the weight of their injustices
Burying them with their own haphazard ways
Their own miniscule and undermining digging the grave
While we-
Sweet tyrants that we be
Find homage in our happiness
Find breath where we once choked
We sit up and take notice of what surrounds us
Find our shackles less controlling and more flower like
Find our prison cells as beautiful palaces
Find our eyes-
Once glazed over or punched out
Now fully alert and functioning
Able to see and be
Able to find all our enemies
Any that would dare to tear us down
And fight back
This is a battle for our happiness
And we WILL NOT LOSE.
Disappointment reigns over me
All his mighty scepters taking lead
He follows first a flash of tears
Then straight forward with all his might
He dashes dreams to pieces
Brings heartache into the light
Oh foe of great degree!
Oh miserable wretched hipbone
That you swing your weapons from
That I'd settled down earlier before
Content to merely survive
What's this "living" I so earnestly seek?
I should be content to be so weak
But I put on trudges and trudge I do
Through murders and terrors of the night
I must be a boar that I purge so ahead
That I ravage every path-entering being
Like I'm entitled to the power I pretend to wield
You wield it all, oh Lord Disaster
Blanketing the earth with a steady feeling of inadequacy
Reminding us that we never were useful
Punishing us for ever thinking we were
How we fit the description of a terrorist so well!
We try to overcome your kingdom
Bomb your injustices and blow up your degrades
Thinking we'll leave this land happier still
We never leave at all
We build home in Moroseville
And find our liking in Gripes Town
Never content to endure the unendurable
Sometimes we believe there's a way out of this blasted hole
Like we think we could be fulfilled
But, Fuck-
There's no way we can be whole
We're just bodies to fill his providence
Stupid little mongers for him to pour out his rage on
To give way to disappointment
If it doesn't settle in us, then where does it go?
If he can't keep it in our souls, then where?
We used to fight it
That medicine-flavored illness called Depression
But now we swallow it eagerly
Gulping it down in listless sized bulbs
Swallowing it in one swoop
Thinking there must be no other way
When do we mount up our resistance?
We've been idle for far too long
We've been labeled as terrorists when in fact-
In fact we are victors
We're Saviours in some senses
Almost God-like in some circles
We've let them convince us we are weak
Allowed them to plow over us
To ground us underground
To plant us in rocky and poisoned soil
No longer!
NO LONGER!
For now we are victorious
Or we will be
We will not falter with any defeat
There shall be no defeats
Only gravity, sweet gravity
Pulling our captors
Pulling our demon leaders to the earth
Crushing them under the weight of their injustices
Burying them with their own haphazard ways
Their own miniscule and undermining digging the grave
While we-
Sweet tyrants that we be
Find homage in our happiness
Find breath where we once choked
We sit up and take notice of what surrounds us
Find our shackles less controlling and more flower like
Find our prison cells as beautiful palaces
Find our eyes-
Once glazed over or punched out
Now fully alert and functioning
Able to see and be
Able to find all our enemies
Any that would dare to tear us down
And fight back
This is a battle for our happiness
And we WILL NOT LOSE.