They sit down and order beers,
but soon quarrel over whether
crows can speak or are telepathic.
Things turn ugly. They slip from
their stools and circle each other.
Anger has sharp blue eyes
and produces a fine-edged blade.
Rage is the epitome of cool,
his eyes are grey, he knows Kung Fu,
he waits for the fatal opening.
The crowd howls and eggs them on.
Then Death arrives brandishing
a loaded gun. Shots ring out.
Anger and Rage bleed out on the floor.
The crowd turns back to drinking.
Death calls for a round
of blood for the house.
Every weapon is relative;
But ****** is absolute.

  ~mce

Freedom is the bird that sings and perches in your soul
To every note our hearts do cling to keep our person whole.
Freedom never leaves you, see will stay there day and night.
It's because she could go that she always in your sight.
Freedom can be taken, can be grasped and torn away.
One day you could awaken with your freedom gone astray.
Then perhaps you'll realise that your freedom was not free,
Someone once fought hard and long for what they gave to you and me.
So when you feel hard done by, that your you life is all a waist
Remember those that fought for freedom in another time and place.

Save me please
These walls are closing
They're surely hiding

Those demons
The dark
Take my hand and save me please!

Do i have to beg?
I beg
I plead
I scream
Save me
Help me!

I won't make it through the rest of the night
Im shaking.
I'm cold
Im terrified
Im awake

3am and id rather not see this time
Id rather be asleep
Why
Oh why
Does this have to happen to me
I was so peaceful
Now this house is not my home
It is my nightmare

My brain won't stop
I dont want to think
I tried hitting my head but it won't stop thinking
Such horrible things
So scary
I just want to forget
I just want to...
Sleep.

I'm not meant to be here
And my time is short
"Time is what you make it", he replied
So I sat
But only for a while.
And together we stayed
But only for a while.
He sung to me and I listened
As well as I could amongst my own melody
Of poetry swirling and swaying,
Beating down the door bellowing
"Hear Ye!" until I no longer
Could ignore.
But his songs were sweet
And all the merrier
Accompanied by poetry and the ascending night.
"Sometimes all you need is a little loneliness," he said
"To take off your mask and be,
And to not be,
Who they think
You are.
But only for a while."
"You say -
"I am not meant to be here"
But the heart cannot withstand
Too much loneliness.
And it is getting dark
Out here."
"Be gone," he commands
"For your bones will chill
And things creep
Where there is no light."
"Be gone,
But sure to return.
If only-
For
A while."

what does (s)he see in me?

my heart feels like lead

all the color in my life is gone,
but all the cones in my eyes are intact.

I never should have woken up

am I that dispensable?

I can't remember what it felt like
before the darkness came.

That just invalidated all my efforts

I’ll only be a burden

They’re just being polite

Why should I even bother?

I wonder if my family sees
the hurt in my eyes
and elects to ignore it

The night is always darkest
before the dawn.

It’s always okay to cry.

I have someone with whom I can
share my dreams and my nightmares,
my worries, my muses and inspirations.

It always gets better in the end.
If it’s not better, it’s not the end.

What makes me happy
doesn't have to make others happy.

My opinions matter,
I am worth something,
and I deserve to be loved.

Today I saw a blurb
that said: 20% off
on sheet sets
for all veterans.

Ain't that America?

The blood of millions
transformed into
an advertising opportunity.

  ~mce

People seem to be
          sincere
when they say
to me
          thank you
for your service.

Perhaps they are.

But if they knew      
what I
          know...

Heard men screaming
for their mommies that I
          still hear,

Smelled
the ****** and
charred flesh I still
          smell,

dreamed
the dreams of gore,
not glory, I still
          dream,

I think
they would
          tell
the truth:

better you,
          than me,

Which may be
all they are really saying
          anyway.
   _mce