I am from the cold nights that flow like silent streams

Form the sticky summers to the shouts on the streets

I am from defiance, and ambition that burns within

From that blood-curdling anger at the hand, we were dealt with

suppressed. Mistreated. Feeling as though everything is wrong.

I am left distressed at the mercy of the throne

Of power far too big for an individual to bare

That they use to abuse and send their people into disrepair

Yet I grit my teeth and set forth to a land that promises no despair  


Now I'm from a new land

A land of hope and change

The monsters that rule here have a chance to be slain

Slain by the people, for the mistreatment, for the injustice

Fighting with ambition for a future that they could fully entrust in.

Only then when the dust has settled

When we have been freed of those chains of metal

Finally, then I can say

I'm from a land that holds no more pain

No more cages

No more authorities  that keep us enslaved in

I’ll be from a land that is truly and really

Free

I don't know
what happened to Andri.
She was too good for this world-
few are.
I hope she is doing well,
wherever life took her
and I hope that she found the
anarcho-communist commune
she had always
desired.

In a time...

Where...

Death & Poison are all we know

The tempest from the tower begins to blow
And the flag's true colors begin to show

Vehement...Neglect
Seeing less...Respect

No one in the tower wants to meet their mess
...and reflect

Who among you...
has the courage...
to light the torch of unity with hope's flint

And pass down the embers
to all those who cannot reach

A tavern built on misdeeds and insurrection,
House of rascals, whisky and imperfection
A hideaway for rebels and racketeers,
Where drinks are served to outlaws and mutineers,
Where the pianist plays for pirates and privateers,
Where the wicked and the wayward can be served,
And are respected however undeserved.

It’s a rag-tag bunch of outlaws and anarchists,
A cavalcade of rough revolutionists,
So come on in my dear insurrectionist,
Welcome to our lawless little band,
Welcome to the Tavern of the ******.

Come and join our banished battalion,
Join our cause, oh revered rapscallion,
So calling out to nature’s abominations,
We’ve got bourbon, bombshells and indignation,
Come and wait for imminent and sure damnation,
No matter what your deviance may be,
Come and join the drunken reverie.

It’s a monument to lost souls and deviants,
A shrine to every small disobedience,
A riotous, cathartic experience,
Where radicals are safe from reprimand,
Welcome to the Tavern of the ******.

Welcome back, my worshipped renegade,
To the place where freedom’s sweet as lemonade,
Where skanks and outlaws, sing so intoxicated,
The anthem of the unkempt and agitated,
The mantra of the evil and of the hated,
Laughing as they sing their merry tune,
Unified by their impending doom.

It’s a testament to chaos and anarchy,
A haven for the worst of humanity,
A house of lawlessness and profanity,
Welcome to our lawless little band,
Welcome to the Tavern of the ******.

you ask me what I do
when the acid rain comes
to leave ulcers on my cheeks
roughens my skin like eczema,  
teases blood from pockmarked flesh

it's simple and pure, like snow
i feel my best stood at the window
tongue melting with ashen flakes
hailing the nuclear fallout

the orange sky is a cigarette from god
we drag on it like starving lions on antelope
there is spice, sunlight in the dust
it'll clot up the throat, but it's worth it for

the guilty pleasure of knowing
everything else is crumbling, more