At Sandy Hook,
A man, he took,
A loaded gun into a building of little kids,
And showed a whole country what tragedy really is,
28 families with an emptiness inside,
A gunman, reckless, never tempted to hide,
Christmas stockings, they hang unfilled,
For the children who at the hands of that man, were killed,
Now, I don't think the answer is to ban
Assault weapons, when they weren't even used by the man,
But what's the plan? Take all the guns away?
Hypocritical government has got nothing to say.
I'm sure politicians with their wicked twisted ways
Do not mind the guns that protect them everyday.
Or the soldiers overseas protecting freedom with an M16,
So what's it mean? I guess one summary to me,
Gun laws aren't the problem, the issue is bigger,
It's not the Guns who ****, it's the one's who pull the trigger..

All I wrote about us is lies
All I wrote about us is the truth

Naked bodies are meant for each other
To hold and to touch and to bother
I've spent some time not caring
but my anticipation is blaring

I left a good soul in good torment
He had video games on his mind
It was easy to see, we let love ferment
I was no one but a ***** bind
I said, enough.

Twenty five years
I've grown
I've slipped
I've been torn apart

Three years
I've wasted
Uninspired
Aching for
Inspiration

He came to me from the mines
His hard, rough hands
used to be so soft, when he was a boy
Boy has he grown
He holds me with a grip
As if I've slipped before

He came to me in the night,
unable to sleep
I heard his plight
My heart was buried deep
But I let him touch me
and look at me
and want me

These are not empowering feelings
A woman was meant for a man
A man, with primeval notions
A woman, with cultured devotions
We succumb to our basic human desires
It either feeds us
Or destroys us

Everyone wants to be the object
of the other's deviant subject
We look for distractions
something for attraction
Life is not a reality
It is a fiction
With every step
a new direction

I am free now
to love
to play
to dance

It gives me immense pleasure
to go back to previous measure
I don't care if I'm alone
I can choose to be used

I asked if he missed this
"Yes."

I am fine; the winter can only make me so cold
Only chill me to the bone, not the depths of soul
No need for warm exotic touch, steamy breath
Hearts lifting up, I have no place for a feel
That flies over me, like a seagull over sea
No room for tears on lonely years
Just a sigh, just me in a lonely season
Its no reason….
To miss the taste of love

The torn parts are now puckered and scared
Time healed in a sort, not in the same
Limping across memories, lame
Hurting is a curtain
Hiding my strength
I think
Ill wake
I think
Pain, resolve leaving me
Just like he did
Just like I did
Torn parts are now puckered and scared
Tracing the pain in my past, only bits of it last
Walking through time
It crosses my mind, I’m strength
I am strong
Pain only barley holds me
I think
I’m awake
I think

Lucidity ivied my mind
Encapsulate my understandings
Replay my reasonable findings
Play it back to me
Where do I fit,
They call it spirituality
A group consciousness
Cosmic understanding
******* truth.

Raw emotions simmer to the top
Where are we, where do I belong?
I see glitter in the night
Reminding me of my tangible size
And they try to tell me
A humble voice that rumbles
From a man who sits in the sky
I feel far from that
They ask why?

I feel a part of something
But its not a part of man
Of an all knowing being
Who has almighty hands
That we named so simple
Dog with letters skewed
God was just a friend
That explained what we never knew
from what ends and began
Struggle to understand
What no one really knows
And so the story goes
Still no sign of where I go
But god is not the answer

In the beginning there was truth, unhindered and un-splintered
obvious and obviously good, remember?
then entered a serpent who'd had his ego injured
he spoke words more smoothe and sly than  eve's ears had ever heard

Speak Truth!

Since then the disharmony is harmin me
dissonance is dissin me in totality
breakin me apart my heart is split into
two - count em two- duality
******* the vitality right outta me
leaving me wounded and without a dynamic melody to sing in metaphysical reality

It's not just a fable see-
they're trying to change me, chain me
trying to tame me, train me

I AM BEING DOMESTICATED.
I am being transformed from the true but hated
into the shallow form of the antiquated
into little mix and match mutt, play nice, look better than ever, half true whole lie
source of more than a little disturbing shoe leather

I AM BEING WALKED ON.
I AM DONE.