Undressed

I’m so tired
here at the end of this year
this year of mourning

denied and repressed

until I cried alone

and alone I undressed

I’m so tired
the end of this year of failed starts
classes that were endured
in a high healing smoke
friends and family  that isolate me
in their righteous fist waving
look me in the face and call me those names

I guess the more we try to prove

the more we stay the same
becoming what we hate
and the hate just breeds more hate
and accuses the other of the same
and it just gets louder
until alone you cry
and alone you get dressed

and we can put on faces
and we can take up causes
but in that mirror of our anger

we still face the last laugh
in our sad but true nakedness

as we raise our righteous fists
and rot in our pride

and hang ourselves on our lies

I’m so tired
tired of these petty sins

that get shoved in our faces again and again

give me my pipe and my paper
and let me see my friends

take your arguments
for they will always be there

take your words that cut

because one day you’ll see the people in between the lines

take all the support only love could give

and then slap me with the time that remains

like some kind of retrograde

take all the support and use it like a soapbox

point your finger and preach
yes…because we become what we hate
and eventually hate what we become

and one day you will be alone

while you are coming undone

and I’m tired

at the end of the year of transitions
I didn’t even get to welcome the change
since all the anti shame warriors then felt the need to shame
so go get on your soap box and leave me be
hand me my pipe and free the weed

because in this circle the real life doers are still getting along

understanding life and love and peace

and we don’t put on faces
and we don’t take up causes
that mirror nothing but the oppressor

and we know who has the last laugh
on the last days of all of our age

when we mirror what we hated

when we face what we run from

when we undress
alone

 

 

 

 

 

I felt tackled by all the stimulus
the never ending bad news

the very loud opinions
smacking their jaws
and pointing their fingers

and twisting their laws

and making very loud examples

what do you say
what do you say when your the new insane

the new enemy and the new fixation to blame

I got so tired
even my friends like to laugh

and blame and
they forget who their laughing at
it’s so good to tolerate yet hate

in the new world

where they don’t need you anymore
in a brand new religion
a brand new system of control

making very obvious loud noises

and fines and fixes

and examples …sacrificial to feed the masses

and I cried about what was in the shadows

in the background where the obvious isn’t seen

because people love to hate what they would never see
never feel and never believe

and the real blood and martyred
they died quietly

and they died singing praise

as they were never afraid
never fretting about the changing days

the loud noises
or the obvious displays
in theaters

for observers to pine or writhe

and when I felt them
they were us and I was them
in a quiet content

but….isn’t that what the loud voices

smacking their jaws

made those plays for

the straw men pawns to start a fire for the new slanderer

anyway
I’m so sorry you couldn’t see me for the noise
I’m so sorry you couldn’t see Him for the distortion

I’m so sorry for all of us
who would never be forgiven

by the new religion
the new system of control
the one making loud examples
so loud we in the real world are on mute

welcome to the new world

the one without the Christian

one without the Jew
remember us when you see
it wasn’t us who were the enemy