I am not a weakling
I am a fighter
Those are not bruises
Those are trials
These are not cuts
They're battle wounds
That's not blood
It's freedom
I'm a Freedom Fighter


  ~Corona Harris~

This time I fight
It is not a game nor plight
I do what is necessary and what is right
So boys and girls hold on tight

I am no longer going to take any crap
I tell the bully no more it is a wrap
You will get a count out or a I will make you tap
You lie to me and while I am caught in your trap

You make me feel like a fool
You laugh with your homies and they think you are cool
I will out best you with my intelligence because that is my tool
In the end I will make you disappear like a wonder less ghoul

This time I fight not with fists but with words
It will be as potent to the point you absurd
You can call me a dork or a nerd
This time I will fight, and mark my words it will be the best you ever heard

So go on with your name calling
I won't go down falling
My strategy is to keep stalling
In the end I will not be the one who sounds appalling

You have a chance to choose
I hate to be the one to tell you the bad news
Bad things don't come in ones, but twos
The cops arrested him and the bully finally paid his dues

She knocked on my door
I invited her in
She made me belive I could really have it all
She came into my life
Or she was there all along
It's been too long
One of those
Basically a part of me
She sits there
So strong and mighty
Telling me it's for the best
She mimics my intuition
I know in my truth  
She is my poison
Holding me back
I could stay here forever
With her holding my chains
In this state of being
But I know about the rabbit hole
Deep down I crave to explore
But she seduces me with emotion
She disguises herself as logic
Everyday is a new struggle
She cast a shadow over me
I thought I knew who I was
But I've just been her puppet
Her entertainment
The more I fight her off
The louder I hear her laughing
Echoes in her empty shell
She knows I know
She keeps trying to unstretch my mind
Into my reality
I told her it's time to go home
I'm sure she'll come back to visit
I'll know how to treat her this time
Hopefully I can just smile and wave
And tell her to F* off
I know I wasn't her first
And sadly not her last
Oh
Her name
By the way  
I just call her
My Ego

The feeling of comfort was not always so
the feeling of comfort is relatively new
I feel safer in my armor, standing stiffly aloof
These **** people
want me to feel the cloth around their skin
so obsessed with lounging
unaccustomed to wearing things in,
thickening one's skin, and seeking scars
This to me, is all life is
Why coddle yourself in luscious membranes?
You fought outta the womb for a reason
What made you stop climbing?

I  live on the mountain
Below the silver mist
In the valley, full of magic
Where the sun has rarely kissed

I am called a smudger
I live on what's left behind
I have been here near forever
I'm the last one of my kind

Below the mountain major
Lives a dragon, fierce and bold
Sleeping now, and dreaming
Of it's hoard of stolen gold

Eleventy years plus twenty
I have been here on this earth
Cleaning up the dragons droppings
It's how I justify my worth

The dragon's ruled this mountain
For a thousand thousand years
The silver river that flows through it
Is full of snow melt and of tears

Once a generation
Someone comes from down below
Gets the villagers all riled
Says "The dragon has to go"

They go and fight the dragon
Try to take his hoard of gold
And that is why, it's me the smudger
Who knows how the story must be told

The fighter leaves the village
Full of gusto and incensed
Saying "justice for the village"
or close to that....condensed

The dragon then awakens
Flys around and burns the town
Leaving nothing left but ashes
everything gone or burned down

Now, I, your local smudger
Cleans up the dead and done
It's a profitable existence
Since I am the only one

The dragon knows there's nothing
Much more of value to behold
The villagers were poor folk
Owning neither jewels or gold

I've cleaned up more destruction
Caused by villagers who go
On up to face the dragon
And get killed with just one blow

Now, I make candles with their bodies
I use their skin and body fat
I weave the hair not melted
And I make a nice new front hall mat

The bones I grind and scatter
On the mountain in the trees
It helps the ferns all grow strong
And keeps the trees free from disease

What little money I find
I leave half by the dragons den
Over time I have left there
Money from five thousand men

I've swords I sell at auction
When I travel, but that's rare
There is really nothing for me
That's not near the dragons lair

It's a relationship existing
On destruction and of greed
The dragon burns the village
And I get the things I need

They rebuild and they recover
And a generation may pass by
When once again some young, strong fighter
Wakes the dragon, makes him fly

I guess we need each other
That's the way it's always been
I'm the smudger on the mountain
I'm the one who's never seen

She was the poet, her hands stained with ink
He was the soldier, his hands stained with blood

The gentle hands of a dreamer intertwined with the rough hands of a fighter.

I am a
warrior
But they don't give
A ****

So I fight
The silent battles
To preserve the
Human I am