Sad, mooning morning
Lost beasts and time
Disgust for machine lust overwhelming
It's not that I don't love you
That you don't love me enough
To sinfully and wantonly **** me
After all it's my birthday
Cause I'm old and you've lost interest
in being the man I loved
That's why our children tricked you
into writing and sending your confession

Stand up and take a bow
we learned your lessons well
who to trust, how to trust, and when
Turned us kids into your spies,
your lies, your alibis
to get us to create the software to do it
So you could **** your mystic **** genie
please know our kindness as hatred
All access passes to dumb *******
This memeallscene is a gallery crawl,
a gallow's walk of perps,
who should have known better

Just a thanks for clogging
the artists' ether with kiddy ****
much love for Kate Torn
we used your magick
to put us back together
Your address is on the ticket,
the reddress that you bought her.
Tap lightly, tap lively not,
the tuoche of Jack Frost is upon you.

All the best and much kindness.
Perfection is a trick of the mind.

This poem will change and tighten
the ties that bind us together
From the women and men of Bandahache.
for the women who sign away the right
to tell their stories
I hear you Anita Hill
But we've been stalked and stifled long enough
Yes, that's what prayer can do

Let the rain wash away sober pains of drunk yesterday
Beating vivid like fire in the night  
Let your soul illuminate to new heights
One last breath upon your chest
Running fast, moving without rest.
You left me here
Chained to rot, my dear.
But I am the sun, always moving on.
And when it is time to rest
And my shining light is in its nest
Only the darkness sees my true form.
My sunshine beams weep like willows,
As I wait till dawn with emptiness & pillows
Until the new day recharges my light
As the daylight awakens me ever so bright
**I will be stronger.

This dead weight
on my feeble shoulders
is getting lighter
gradually, day by day
the pain is easing up
I know it will never
be entirely gone
but its a nice thought
that less than a year ago
I was the titan Atlas
Holding up the weight
of the sky, of the world
and now, someone has come along
and shared my burden
and slowly, very slowly
we are lifting it
lifting my burden
up and away from me
My burden is lighter
my eyes are lighter
my heart is lighter
the pain is going
At last.