Strength does not just exist,
It grows over time,
And if you poison the soil,
It will never transcend grime.

Flowers spring up when nurtured,
But wither away when left alone;
Winter will **** them also,
This has been continually shown.

The process needs the right environment,
Or it will never be completed.
And as you pick yourself up from the dirt,
You will wonder why you are always defeated.

Dirt, Dirt, Dirt
The brook flows bound to wastes

Cut, Cut, Cut
The fallen trees they shed

****, ****, ****
The animals roasted in fire.

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke
The grey turned air sneeze

Blast, Blast, Blast
The wrecks of once mighty peaks

Dry, Dry, Dry
The last drop water vapourise

War, War, War
Men pierce hearts and blood

Throw, Throw, Throw
food ever to be scarce

Explode, Explode, Explode
The radium bursting the cells

Invent, Invent ,Invent
all that earth never wanted

Destroy, Demolish ,Doom
until the last life turns solid

Bleed, Bleed, Bleed
Earth you are never more alive.

For mankind was never
to be a savior
Never to be an angel
But to be the mark of doom.

If you read the words I wrote
it might just break your heart
cause they’re sure as hell too much for me to handle

your thoughts harbour
in my heart within
your love is my armour
no matter fat or thin

your words linger
in deep of my mind
I'm a puppet of your finger
I request you to be kind

you abandoned me
in the middle
my love couldn't be
this little

if you plan to hurt
hurt me little hard
mix me to dirt
and push me in the dark

I may not be able
to crawl back to you
love is no gamble
to accept and threw
Oh dear! I still love you.

When I was a child,
I fondly remember
eating carrots from 
the dirt of our garden.

My brother, my sister, and I
would pull the carrots,
with great care, from
the dirt of our garden.

We would wash them
sometimes in the sink,
sometimes with the hose,
to remove the dirt of our garden.

But even then
as we chewed those carrots
we could still sometimes taste
the dirt of our garden.

After our 3rd 16-hour shift we skipped down the gravel road in the 4 am dusk holding still numb hands
hysterically laughing about a snowman made of ****** fish ice and decorated with intestines
to our room of splintered walls and sand infused beds.

Drunk on sleep deprivation and the movement of the conveyor belts
Fiona demanded of the 4 am twilight that our work be easier tomorrow
I told her that tomorrow could always be the hardest
she told me that I’m Eeyore because my contemplation always looks a bit like pessimism.

A week later I stuck my finger in the pus filled lesion of a salmon
and worried that I wasn’t existing well enough
I asked Fiona if she thought we were more ourselves dressed in layers of sleep deprivation
She cut 3 tails and stated that we must experience more life when we’re awake for 18 hours a day.

This place had forced the clean carefully constructed versions of ourselves to collapse
but she didn’t want this coarse damp translation of humanity to be what we intrinsically are.

Water and pink slime slid down my rain gear as I processed her words and the fillets sliding by
60 salmon later she spoke again
“You said once that every person you meet has some sort of impact on your life.
Maybe you’re always you but never the you that you were before this moment
because who we are is infinitely changing
we won’t always be grime.”

Write my name up in the sky
Let me fly way up high
Instead of always the painful cry
To lose the feeling of wanting to die

I'm tired of living in the dirt
Everything down here just hurts
With the Devil is who I flirt
He's wanting desperately for me to convert

I want my broken wings to mend
If not a smile, I at lest deserve to grin
But I've been covered in to much sin
To ever see my happy face again

All I ask is for a day
For things to simply not go array
For things to just for once go my way
If only I in my life I had a say

Just one day out of a lifetime
To simply be all in a line
For everything to be fine
For everything to fall in sink and rhyme

But if my past has taught me anything
Is there will never be a reason to sing
For the future only misery will bring
Still stuck in lifes boxing ring

I keep getting knocked down, knocked out
I keep trying different routes
After all these years all I have is doubts
To battered and bruised to get up, all I can do is shout

But just one single day, a short 24 hours
Where I don't lay in bed and cower
Just one day to bloom and flower
To escape from this locked tower

But I know thats to much to ask
I should just relax
In this darkness I will continue to bask
Just let me pull back down my mask

I learned the difference
Between grime
And dirt,
At a very young age.
That they can be different
Yet look the same under the fingernails
Of a child.
I hid them,
Bit them,
For I knew what would come if I was not neat.

Disapproving glances at my mother,
How dare she raise such an animal.
Disappointing looks at me,
I never could scrub my nails enough
For the clean to stain.