(I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.)
I swallow it
and the words you deserved to be served I
choked them down like
Maybe they will make me better.
But the better part of me was mixed bitter in so many sermons I so easily spit at others.
I’ll save you from my presumption.
Prescription: hold your peace.
Dig that fucking razor DEEPER into your wrists.
Practice what you preach, and show us you're not afraid.
Don't just scratch with a pin and claim to slash them.
Practice what you preach. Practice what you preach.
We are here to preach the dream,
to share the good word
of passionate fantasy
and the desire for happiness.
We are messengers,
of the things that help us
reach the moon and back.
We are slaves to art,
and the emotions that inspire it.
We live to create
and destroy that
which hinders us.
We are here to preach the dream.
The dream to be
who we want to be;
the lust for satisfaction
We breathe to make others
We are the apostles of innovation,
rising from dust
where light once shown
to shine light forth
into obsidian hearts and ashen souls.
We are bandages for the bleeding,
braille for the blind,
and cotton blankets
for the faint of heart.
We are for those who need us,
and for those who don't know
what they need.
We are poets,
And with our pencils and pens,
brushes and hands,
guitars and hearts,
we will call to arms
all of those who
have ever felt something
move like we have.
We are a romantic tragedy,
an exuberant atrophy.
We are anonymously outspoken.
I don't think I'll fall asleep tonight
because I know you are all preaching for someone to do something
somebody do something,
it's too late,
and even after we all know it did happen,
we were never around when it was happening
Half of you posting statuses on your smartphones now, saying,
"Seriously, it's never cool to bully"
were bullying me yesterday.
I'm sorry no one here helped enough
I'm sorry you never asked all of us.
Brothers and sisters, who are you to be disallowed your hearts, voices and minds? Who are they to dilute your lives with their blasphemy and lies? Cast down your oppressors! Cast out their slanders! Breathe in new life and exhale their blight! Devils are among us, and they wish to lead our flock astray! The Seven Circles await those who aren't willing to pry the usurpers' fingers from our riddled veins! They want what's left of our sanity, hope and grace! They care only about themselves saving face! They are the starved, parasitic and greedy demons aplenty! We are the few, subservient souls they so seek to frenzy! So I say to you, my brethren, rise up! RISE UP! Raise your fists! Your fingers! Voice your hatred! Let the anger flow through you like a tsunami through a city! Take your dependencies and cast them back unto your tormentors like stones! Politicians, idols, false prophets and acrimonious angels alike! Show them no mercy, just as they have shown you! This is the way to redemption! This is the start of the Rapture! I ask: can you open your eyes? Can you realize yourselves, your own lives? Can you come to understand all they have wrong, and how you can make it right? I say unto you, dare, decide, do! Do this now, before they do it to you!