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Ode To Kitty

Now I look back at old memories 
Of rivers and forests, my cat and I free
We wandered, explored and cooked where we stopped
Saw waterfalls, gold streams, would fish and hunt lots
At night we would sleep in a car made so warm
Protected from snow, wind, strangers and storms
Through the worst of transitioning she was my one friend
And I'd never have thought our adventures would end
But life up and took her, and whisked her away
My lap and heart empty, where once she would lay
I'll see you, I'll hug you one day, my best friend
Though your absence destroys me, one day it will end
The kitty shaped hole that grows in my heart, reminds me of times when we weren't apart
We'll be out on adventures again someday, and again in my lap and my heart you will lay

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The Last Tree

Once I was free to climb all the trees, and I enjoyed this with my sweet kitty
And now they arrest me if I'm out of line, and so for too long I have not got to climb. 

Their misguided justice, all fueled by hate, manipulated by those who manipulate, taking my freedoms and wasting my time, when all I want is a tree I can climb

But it's 3 days until they will put me in chains because a bail address I cannot arrange and with great sadness I must break their rules, just once not again for I am no fool
They can't punish me for just living this time
For it's the last tree that I ever will climb

I'll climb, feel the rush, disturb all the birds, apologize in my weird monkey words, and I'll be at peace and the birds they will sing, about this strange monkey that just wants to swing. 
As I run out of oxygen, hopefully fast I'll think about how I can't possibly last, in a cage or a cell so this last choice is mine
And this is the last tree I ever will climb.

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Two Parents and a Squealing Pig

There once was a tiny wee child who's mum taught what's bad and what's good. 

Who grew to be a champion, to right wrongs wherever they could

So when this person was accused, they trusted in their pride.
"I have nothing to fear surely if I've got nothing to hide"

Days did pass, then weeks did, and then they turned to months
But still there was resolve since they'd never faltered once. 

Then the lawman said to them, "with charges great like that, this would be dragged out and they'd go crazy as a bat"

This was not the justice that child learned to make, and they'd been taught morality, but also learned to hate. 

For that child had a father who taught them cruel and bad, who's teachings they'd forsaken, to be not like their dad. 

But backed into a corner, sneered at by those called law, the child died and what was born then threw them on the floor. 

Their mangled bodies, their stifled cries, too much for her to take, and now they've made the monster that they always sought to make.

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Unstifled

Sorry to spoil your fate meant for me
This can't last forever and I will be free
You make it so easy for all that spite
To twist me into someone I do not like

If it makes me evil
Just to be free
Then nothing will stifle the evil in me
And if you ask yourself why I am still sane
This is still better than playing your games

You who once hypnotized, bent me, allured 
Cannot act surprised now that I have endured
You bent me and moulded me, made me into
Something real twisted and tailored to you

But even this limited, prodded, in pain
Is still a lot better than under your chains
It would make you so happy to see how I've fell
From grace, from my place, from my own head as well

So label me nutty, throw me to the pack, but gone is your puppet and gone is your snack
You'll suffer forever a life without me
But I won't be stifled and I will be free

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The Price of Conviction

A system made to feed itself on justice needs unjust
And it must grow to look for it, or that machine will rust
To twist a loose screw, tightens it but tight screws come undone
More evil's from justice than did ever come from fun. 
Stunt a Rose's growth and it will twist more, grow more thorns
Than it may be punished for it's break from social norms
But do not mourn for it for rose oil brightly gleams 
And we always need more oil for our big justice machine

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What's Real

Unbound by all their judgement, I lie, eyes closed in bed. 
Untouched by all their punishment, sweet dreams now fill my head. 
Pretty dreams of kitty and lovely dreams of kin. 

Those may not share blood with me but for them I'd shed skin. 
The threats of rape and beatings drowned out by my kittens soft meows. 
The over rough man handling is less real than friend's vows. 

What you see and hear and smell, always more apparent and more real. 
But don't forget the truth of what inside you always feel.

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Fly Free, Butterfly

Gorgeous little butterfly, trapped in your cocoon
If I show my love right now, you might never bloom
You showed me you are strong today, and you showed yourself
But watching you allow abuse is no good for my health 
While you build your self respect, you must do it alone
Because I feel you'll never heal if I make my feelings known
It pains me not to hold you, try to help you, call you mine
But I let my boundaries known and you still need a bit more time
So I told you, flutter butterfly, take flight and now be free
This breaks my heart but it's your choice if you fly back to me.

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Escaping Judgment

Whisked away from the judgment, those in who's eyes
The creator of this universe and humans I defy
My sin was to be trapped in this body that is wrong
And since I've seen my kitty it's now been 3 months long
How I miss her warm, soft fur and her sweet meow
3 months today seems like forever ago now
My new reality so uncertain what tomorrow brings to me
Will they drag my case out or will they set me free
New beginnings give me hope but Hope I'm still without
And looming in my near future a shadow born of doubt
So numb to new experiences, possibilities and friends
My mind is filled with only when will the waiting end
One could not be blamed for thinking me ungrateful
Surely things are better now than when they were God awful
Lovely humans, even some with whom I could connect
But the numbness will not let them, traps the good things in a net
A net of doubt, forcing me to focus on what's wrong
Reminding me more judgment will find me before long

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Justify

If the villain of someone's story is you
And the heroes you should fear
Instead of justifying, grin from ear to ear
Don your Cape, bear your fangs,
Laugh a villain's laugh
Self righteous folk will shudder at what hides behind your mask.
It comes naturally to justify when demonised are you
But that won't make them ask themselves 
Am I a villain too?

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Soulache

Every touch reminds me of hers
Every compliment from others are hollow
How I long to hear those words
With other people it feels so shallow
I saw she loved me despite belonging to another
And how our minds and souls would dance like old flames
But she encourages me now to pursue other lovers
So I must dirty my spirit with lies and shame. 
If she had only believed in us, I could still speak from my heart
But it was over before it began and now my spirit's torn apart. 
I need her in my life again.