I would ask kindly,
with a hand out and smiling,
but now I have to demand it all,
but of course I'll return it all in full or more,
your respect, your attention, your precious time.=,
stubborn published folks wont listen to me,
a high and mighty "writer" will respect me,
and plushers wont bat an eye or glance,
if not them...THEN NO ONE'S going to hear me out,
unless I demand and take a seat on the throne among thrones,
if I allow myself to falter,
all my time,
all my sweat,
all my dedication,
my precious sacrifices,
ALL WOULD HAVE BEE FOR NOTHING,
if I keep playing the "nice guy",
or even the "good girl",
I'll just be killed,
ILL NEVER BE ACKNOWLEDGED.
-Kitsiuko Dragonstar
Unbalanced
The woman that is blind folded.
What is unbalanced.
The world to be.
Just wanted to be free.
Lost our rights to speak.
Their selfishness is unsettling.
The scale of lies.
Time to draw the line.
Weare taxed to death.
You can’t deny it.
They're all worthless.
They are infested.
Politicians equals corruption.
All their mistakes are swept under the rug.
They are hoarding all of the money.
Live on with anxiety.
Society of chaos.
They act like they are all above us.
Just shoot them all.
The dirt is where they belong.
Raise up your fist.
Begin the riots.
An unbalanced society.
Reject the high and mighty.
Self absorbance is fckn funny
lemme ask you...
"When'd you get so special, hunny?"
THE USED
Everyones so high and mighty...
...i'm just high...
wondering where everyone
got these pedestals from
Hook it up bro----
Can I get one too?
I wanna think I'm better than everyone
just like you
Twisting my mind just
to understand you
probably the dumbest thing
i could possibly do
Unaccept the facts
Wish time would just turn back
Then i wouldnt give a fck bout you
I'd d have my roll dog by my side
he was the ONLY one that was the truth
He didn't wanna be the man,
he just was
First real friend..
actually BROTHER that loved me
Js because
Family from the min we met
Someone I knew I'd never be abe to forget
When I lost him I died a little inside
So thinking you'd actually be down
i feel like a fckng as*hle
hoping that you would still be around
That's the fckng truth
A sudden shift
I felt my spirits lift
Then the spotlights' glare
And I'm left standing there
Too new to identify:
An imperfect alibi
Their surgical stares
Dismembering me
With wry deft precision
Paralyzed by pompous glares
Cursing my decision
To com here willingly
And climb their golden stairs
Their spotlights fade
No jury heard my case
Their judgments made
Their cruelty bares one face
Their hearts: a crimson blade
Their eyes bestow disgrace
On my low inferior grade
Am I too much a fool to care
My brands blazed as I stepped
The high and mighty scare
Easily as my forbearance crept
In crushing bounds echoing
In the silence seized.
All eyes hollowed as one fainted
Their hallowed night tainted
My mottled old soul sainted
And thus, the rest of the night
Fell before me
On bended knee.
Oh, how I loath a formal party
The rumor mill is printing already
Some joker introduced as, Eddie
Ask If me and Joan, from accounting-
Were going steady.
From there-
The casualties just kept mounting
The Oppressed
Stand against the high and mighty.
As a unit, stand and fight.
Their homes will burn.
Give them what they deserve.
Our back door is flooded.
Chaos, unrest.
Take the power back.
Raise your fist up high.
They're all puppets on strings.
With a bullet, feel the sting.
Corrupted selfish bastards.
This can’t last forever.
Our nation is taxed to death.
Send them to their death.
This country deserves better.
The streets are on fire.
Feed the machine.
The oppressed are not free.
Tear down the walls of reason.
Fight for what you believe in.
This is our civil war.
They are above us no more.
They're all full of greed.
Shoot them down and watch them bleed.
Too Many Rules
Wake up to all of the lies.
Always talking , here comes the fly’s.
Always struggling just to get by.
Work long hours, take back what is mine.
Too many regulations to follow.
All my enemies will be at my feet and below.
Camra’s watch everywhere you go.
No place to hide but run far away from you.
Too many people in power.
Push back until the crowd grows louder.
Westand tall for our freedom.
The government has always been the problem.
Throw away the corruption.
Raise your fist high cause the streets are burning.
This is our purge who’s against us.
The high and mighty will become dust.
This letter I wrote to my brothers.
In rage this is not over.
Wecannot live under dictatorship.
Light up the sky because we don’t give a .
Trample on our leaders who betray us.
Burn down their homes for there will be no forgiveness
Work Yourself To Death
I have known you for a while.
Sometimes you have to work out of town.
I know that you need rest.
Your job will work you to death.
I have been down this road.
You deserve a break, you know.
I’m not sure how to ask you out.
This job will put you under the ground.
Our occupation is unforgiven.
You work more than me, no kidding.
I would give you a hug if you let me.
You need time off because you're always on your feet.
The high and mighty don’t appreciate you.
Throw your hands up and say your through.
You need a place to escape.
Far away from this place.
One day you might find someone.
He could be at home waiting for ya.
You can’t work forever.
I would hold your hand with no pressure.
You don’t owe them anything.
I’m sorry that you have so much on your plate.
Roses are red,
Your smile is beautiful.
I would give you rest,
Under the moon.
Dragons, fearless and bold/
Creatures of legend/
The perfection of fearlessness/
High and mighty/
Their eyes piercing and cold/
Breaths of fire, tales of power told/
Soaring to heights undreamt by man/
The most powerful in existence, they reign/
It was awe inspiring/
When Satan transformed into a Dragon/
His true form adorned/
Majestic and fierce/
Kings of the skies/
With scales of armor/
And wings that rise/
They are the true rulers/
The beings of lore/
In their presence/
I love them even more/
In lands where shadows stretch and linger long/
There dwell a man, both high and mighty strong/
With eyes that pierced the very soul's disguise/
A shocking sight, yet golden heart he prized/
His name was whispered with a hint of dread/
A solitary King, whose path he tread/
Like scorpions that roam, alone and bold/
No fear of evil, his own heart of gold/
He bowed to none, not Gods nor men's decree/
His spirit wild and fierce, forever free/
In reclusive might, he carved his throne/
A King unmatched, strength and will alone/
The Great Scorpion King, a legend told/
Of might and valor, in a heart of gold/
His piercing eyes, a tale of power sung/
A ruler crowned, yet never bound or clung/
Their New Regime
When I read what the high and mighty say
they come across as having no understanding
how the lesser people see the world
An overprivileged person called JFK. j
told us that the Palestinian people were
overrepresented on the world's stage, and that
Israel had offered to give the people
of Gaza greenhouse so they would become
self-sustainable growing their own tomatoes
To his amazement, Hamas turned down this
offer, but insisted on becoming a state that
that included the West Bank and East Jerusalem
This person called JFK, senior didn't grasp this
this simple wish, but continued defending Israel
who only wanted the best for the Gaza people
except for freedom
This man JFK, je who has been tasked to control
the health service of the USA is an eccentric
amateur, he is an idiot savant; we must not give
him to power to potentially kill millions of people
I had a dream that felt so real,
Even awake, it felt surreal.
Sitting in my comfy chair,
Goosebumps rose as I sat there.
Reality hit—I caught my breath—
I almost tossed it out, a part of me to sudden death.
Tossed aside, cast away,
Taking life in stride, but losing my way.
Hurt, angry, feeling empty,
Overlooking life’s gifts—of which there are plenty.
Just so tired of the injustice,
Of tyranny, of turning away, and caustic
Jokes,
Hoax
Created by man in flesh and bone,
The high and mighty, perched on their throne.
Throwing the baby out with the bathwater,
Trying to survive each day, balancing on a teeter-totter.
Magma mater pinned to your lapel,
Casting all sins aside like a spell.
Reality sets in, and my eyes are wide open—
The tragedy of what could have been,
So grim.
The thing that I almost tossed out—
My soul, I shout!
1/26/24
Y'all woke up a sleeping giant
Y'all interrupted my peace and quiet
Ya'll don't know how to be silent
Y'all still remain mean and violent
Most of y'all fake
Just like these tyrants
Y'all think you're so great
Let the world know, there's nothing you can keep private
Many of y'all already three striked it
Most of y'all switch sides like tide shifts
As quick as a flick of the light switch
Y'all act all high and mighty, yet are far from righteous
Y'all still are being biased
Y'all don't listen even when one is teaching the science
It's always three sided
Skies darkened or brightened
Senses heightened
Don't be frightened
Just be yourself not anything that's unlike it
She just wants diamonds and private islands
He wants money to buy it
Most of these sheep blinded
To the truth by staying weak minded
The sound of police sirens
Amid street riots
Meanwhile all across the seas pirates
Targeting elite clients
As the steam rises
Are we to blame for causing extreme climates
Another new disease or virus
Leading right into a deep crisis
Don't pretend, my dear
Acting all high and mighty
In your heart, I care.
The corn maze full in October,
“As the misty moon rides high.”
Nighttime makes occasion sober,
Still laughter lingers, is not shy.
Headless, the hopeful, scans the crowd.
The high and mighty on his list.
With black stallion, his shrieking loud.
Like judge’s gavel shakes his fist.
One by one the kids are captured.
A pronouncement made with thumb thrust.
They share the hijinks, enraptured.
Price worth ticket - fear was robust!
(4)
Who...
Am I.
Am I who I am?
or, who I want to be?
The difference is in me.
Night and day,
not the color of my skin,
or the way I intend,
but the way that I am,
and will be.
I represent me.
More than that,
I am us.
We together are who we are.
We can be bad or good,
hands to heaven or feet to hell.
The difference...
the simple ring of a bell.
Stomping the weak,
that want to speak,
or romping through the grass,
giving criminals a pass.
We need to do better,
or we will be made less, by the few,
that hate the all.
Watchers on the sidelines.
Good men of good breeding.
They are high, and mighty,
and have no known faults.
They have made sure to bribe,
or even own to the bone...
all descenters,
the decliners' with a pen, and paper.
It is a rapier wit they have.
Many laugh at the party
because they have not realized
they too are part of the meal,
so feel as you like...
but dinner is about to be served.
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