December 17, 2009

You don’t understand.
Like Stalin and the Gulags,
everybody waits for their punishment.
11 years of solitary confinement.
Don’t speak out or the secret police
will put you back in your place.

We all miss the Czars.
Before your petty Revolution
I remember when the religious
holidays were still in effect.
Your commie 5 year plan
tore those presents from the tree.

I can feel the wall being torn down,
brick for brick for brick.
It’s only a matter of time before
the masses see through the facade.
Some see quicker than others and some
don’t want to see at all.

Some of us would rather go to the Gulags
than pay homage to your misplaced lies.


December 17, 2009

We all remember when you met. Though some of us try to push the thought out of our minds. Some try to embrace it and make the best out of it. Some try to forget it ever happened. Some choose to move away. If you’re not here then nothing can get you down. We’ll all be there soon, it just takes some of us longer. Don’t follow us either. That defeats the point. How can we take the past, slit it’s throat and watch it die, if you follow us? How can I start fresh if that happens. So just stay where you are, don’t call us, we’ll call you. Everything will be better for it in the long run. We can call this a win.

December 17, 2009

And if the world could see.
Tangled up in her own thoughts
we find only ourselves.
I can only hear my voice,
it is loud and ringing,
the noise that matters.

Here we have the problem.
We all have our voices,
only to be heard by us.
If only you could hear it,
I speak words of truth,
words that may interest you.

They fall on deaf ears,
I wonder if we ever could hear.
In a time long forgotten
when men had an understanding
and they lifted each other up.

I hold my breath,
quench the sound in my throat.
If they can’t hear it,
then I must not speak.
My breath is held tight
and no one is the wiser.