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The Dog and his Master

How thoroughly you wreck me
With the taste of hope, I can't resist
That you may actually perceive my existence
As if you haven't already taken more chances than I can give
In fact, I gave so many
I lost my will to live
See, with every gamble on you that left me devastated
A small piece of who I am
Of my soul disintegrated
You encouraged me along the path to my death
Yet here I am, holding my breath
Trying to overhear you speaking
Gleaning your words
For what you're truly thinking
I must be a nitwit, a dolt, a birdbrain
For here I am taking your bait again
Even the hundreds of violations
Hurt less than seeing your pain-filled expression
I love you the way a dog loves his master
It's innate, it's instinctual
(Ha) I guess I'm well-trained
For no one has gone to lengths this drastic
To earn your love, to be your sidekick
The price I paid was catastrophic
Only to find your heart despotic
For after all my loyalty, my love, my respect
I begged for you to save my life
And you walked away instead
Leaving me to face the grave
With a comment that you don't see it that way
I guess I must truly be less than intelligent
As I find myself considering
If your abuse could be by accident

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Wishful Thinking

Glancing around,
All that I see,
Is 10,000 people,
Nothing like me.

Stuck in a rat race,
With their lofty goals,
Pushing forward,
Ignoring the tolls.

So many victims,
Of their blind trek,
Trampled underfoot,
Left in a wreck.

The sacrificial lambs,
All lead to the slaughter,
Just so they can make,
One more extra dollar.

Am I truly without purpose?
Or do I simply perceive,
The most of the people,
Are completely deceived.

Do you really blame me?
For my paralyzed state,
When every single system,
Seems entirely bait.

How can I exist in a world,
Based in competition,
Where people use people,
Without recognition.

What hope do they have,
To ever be enlightened,
When the bottom line is,
They are all simply frightened.

That they will become the dirt,
Under the shoes,
Of some successful person,
Be someone they used.

We can’t win,
So instead we crawl,
Over the bodies,
Of those who would fall.

How can I exist,
In such a flawed system?
Where so many people,
Are simply a victim.

What hope do we have,
If we continue this tragedy,
Plodding ahead,
Using the same old strategy.

I pray for the day,
That everything changes,
When we move away from the world,
That only estranges.

In my heart of hearts,
I dream of a world,
I can only imagine,
Yet to be unfurled.

One where people can love,
They can cherish and grow,
Without taking from another,
Without someone below.

A world where people,
Uplift one another,
Instead of the typical,
Attempts to smother.

I release this desire,
Into the universe,
In hopes that something,
Will eventually reverse.

That humans will finally,
See their mistakes,
Turn from this path,
And stop being snakes.

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Ego vs Reality

I keep trying to force life to happen,
Force feelings to happen,
Force thoughts to align with an identity that drags me down,
Yet the very thing I seek remains forever out of reach,

Happiness is the process of letting go,
Letting go of the very self I cling to,

Time slows to an unbearable halt,
I want to be better,
I want to be stronger,
I want, I want…

The ego screams it’s demands,
A deal with reality,
As if only then I will be happy,
As if reality was something you could bargain with,

And suddenly I see the grief,
I don’t want to hurt anymore,
I can’t accept reality,
And there is the truth behind my pain,
My inability to accept it in the first place,
Can I sit with the truth no matter how ugly?
No? Then how can I expect to be happy?
I am still sugar coating the world around me,
I shy away from it’s constantly changing story,
I try to separate the good from the bad,

I create my own world to live in,
To protect the self I am trying to leave behind…

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A Reflection of my Bipolar Mania

Have you ever touched the universe
And felt its power course through your veins?
Felt the alleviation of all your pain?

Have you ever woken up in the morning
And realized you were at the very center
Of all creation?
That everything happening to you
Had a simple explanation?

Have you held a superpower in your hands
And genuinely believed you could change the world?
That you are more than just a simple girl,

I have.

I have lived as an immortal god
With a divine purpose.
Born again without the curses,

Do you know how Jesus felt
When he knew his role
Was to be sacrificed
For the good of us all?

I know it completely.
I have lived ten thousand lifetimes simultaneously
And seen the world through a fractured perspective.
How everything is connected.

I have seen the reincarnation of my grandfather
As a golden retriever no longer bothered,

I watched time reverse
And gave birth to my own universe.

Have you ever been so miserable
That your mind creates a world of its own for you to hide in?
A world of gods and heroes,
A world of ghosts and goblins?

A world where that pain you can’t run from
Means something other than a miserable existence.
Can you blame me for getting lost in such a world?
For having no resistance,

Look around you.
Is that what you call happiness?
With all your goals and all your classiness?

You don’t know the meaning of the word.
Of all the things you have incurred,

Do you know what you would feel,
If that desire you covet deep inside you was real?

You think you know misery?
Your mind knows all your darkest secrets.
Every time you spoke to Jesus,

What would you do,
If that mind started to use those secrets against you?

What if you could touch and taste and smell something imaginary?
Could you tell the difference between that and reality?
Knowing that if you get it wrong
You will be locked away from society.

Would you tether yourself to what you are told is true
And hope that society isn’t just as delusional as you?

Do you know what it means
To truly pull yourself back from the edge?
To live on the cusp between life and death?

Have you nearly killed yourself
While laughing uncontrollably? No?

Well, this is my story.

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My Mistress

What is death if not supreme silence,
Have you ever craved the silk of a quiescent moment?
When the constant barrage of noise around you becomes abhorrent,
And what if the most deafening gabble,
Came from a source that was unavoidable?
Nails on slate but imaginary,
At the base of your skull reverberating,
Now hover in that moment eternally.

As years go by and seasons change,
One thing always stays the same:
The ceaseless racket inside your brain,
Feasting on your sanity at a rate you cannot sustain.

Death is my mistress of solitude,
She flies around me,
An interpretive dance of doom,
Sensually she reminds me,
A painful moment can buy me
An eternity of peace.

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Paralyzed

The same old feeling, 
Greets me once again,
It’s weight has me stumbling,
It fills me with disdain,
How many times have I felt this pain?

Why won’t I learn these lessons,
No matter what I go through,
I have died so many times,
I thought pain was supposed to purge you,

Why wont this hurt,
Manifest some motivation,
Translate my suffering,
Into my salvation,

Why can’t I learn?
I have become so apathetic, 
My tolerance for pain,
Must be utterly fantastic,

For nothing at all,
No matter how drastic,
Can motivate me,
To be any less static,

Survival demands success,
At least on some level,
But I have failed completely,
I lack that mettle, 

My soul cries out,
Is redemption possible?
Or is it my fate to face,
Every single obstacle?

Yet in this agony,
A simple truth arises, 
That each challenge I face,
Is actually where the prize is,

Life put me on a path,
More challenging than some,
Not to discourage,
But to prove it can be done,  

I remind myself that,
Despair is part of the process,
That being paralyzed,
Is actually progress,

It shows I have learned,
To think before I act,
And at the end of this poem,
That I’ve grown is a fact.

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I'm Sorry Mom

The inklings of a perspective,
I had never even pondered,
That despite all the mistakes,
Not a single year was squandered,
I have held you to a standard,
That nobody could could live up to,
An ideal from a perfect world,
Something I couldn’t even do,
Now I am left with this horribly sinking feeling,
Deep inside my bones,
For this is part of MY healing,
It has nothing to do with you.

I am brought back to a time,
Filled with anger and blame,
When I felt that judgment,
When I felt that shame,
The bitter pill swallowed,
That poison just for you,
With all those fingers pointing,
What else could you possibly do?
But take on that role,
The sacrifice of our family,
Though I didn’t see it,
For you did it so amicably,
Not once have I seen you,
Cast aside that responsibility,
And I am sorry it took me this long,
To stop questioning your credibility,

I was completely blind,
But now I see,
That a lot of your shame,
Belongs to me,
To dad, to my sisters, 
To even the Wiebes,
And that with every person’s problems,
You took credit for,
You saved us from the shame,
That we couldn’t ignore,
You willing took on,
Every single issue,
To this day not a single thing,
Have I see you dispute,

How could I miss,
Such an obvious truth,
That what you built was much greater,
Than what I had to lose. 

That at the end of the day,
Now it is time,
To take back my shame,
For it was always mine. 
Cast off that shame mom, 
It isn’t yours,
It is finally time,
To stop keeping score. 

For after all this time,
I finally see,
That all of your choices,
Were the best they could be,
That the hand you were dealt,
Was incredibly tough,
And that despite how I’ve acted,
You deserve to be loved. 
 
Note: Wiebes were a family I knew growing up.

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My Beloved Antichrist

Raised off tales of a biblical nature,
I had always been warned,
About a particular creature,
The devil bound to human flesh,
To bring us destruction,
To bring us death,

He will speak the truth,
In a way that lies,
The false prophet deems,
The end of time,
They could sense him lurking,
Somewhere around me,
A wolf in sheep’s clothing,
It was all make believe,
Yet somehow those stories,
All related to me,

Not in the egotistical sense,
For this realization,
Was not based in entitlement,
But through correlations,
Throughout my experience,

For I have met the man that they described,
So many times throughout my life,
When I recall my most recent encounter,
It makes the comparison,
Even clearer,

For I ripped of his sheepskin,
To see beneath,
And stared down the demon,
I found underneath,

Yet something was different,
This time around,
For within his howl,
Was a familiar sound,

I had definitely seen,
The same wolf before this,
Different coloured sheep skins,
But all the same voices,

A sickening sensation,
Creeps up inside of me,
What if those stories,
Weren’t about belief?

What if the reality,
Was just a bit more,
What if the bible,
Was just a metaphor?

What if God and the Devil,
Are both just men,
Vying for possession,
Of a beautiful woman,

A wager between friends,
Which method is efficient,
A way to raise the stakes,
Add some friendly competition,

“You have got to seduce her”
Said the devil to the other,
“Or getting her to stick around,
Is going to be much harder.”
“Such a ridiculous notion!”
God laughs uproariously,
“For pursuing women,
Is all about authority.”

The female of course,
The object of their attention,
Her dreams, her desires,
Are considered irrelevant,
As the ego of man,
Shows both its faces,
In a debate to decide,
To manipulate or debase her…

But should the metaphor hold true,
I know the identity of the wolf,
For words from his lips,
Are lies within truths,
But it leaves me at a loss,
Of what to do,
For when I saw hell’s fire shine,
I thought it was the twinkle in his eye,
How could I possibly face the obvious?
That the man I call father,
Is my beloved antichrist.

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Grandiosity

Walking down the street, 
With both eyes closed,
I remain on this path, 
Completely unopposed,
That is the nature of grandiosity,
I may not be alone,
But nobody can touch me, 

Trudging down this road, 
It is obvious to me,
That each step takes my love,
Further away from thee,
That with every frustration,
Every word I swallowed down,
Another deep line,
Appeared in my frown,

You were never enough,
Or you were far too much for me, 
Every time you speak,
My body will freeze,
Because when I tally the score,
Even you can see,
That the responsibility,
Doesn’t belong to me, 

What’s wrong with my tally?
All my points are true,
Yet at the end of the day,
I don’t know you,

Or is that simply the lie,
I tell to myself,
To avoid the reality,
To keep you on the shelf,

Of all my trophies,
You were the most tarnished,
So I couldn’t appreciate,
The things you varnished,


And each and every time,
I tried to polish you,
The hurt was necessary,
It was the cost that was due,

I keep all my coins,
Close to my chest, 
I don’t owe a cent,
I am inadvertently blessed,

My instincts all exist,
In the appropriate places,
Despite what is written,
On all of their faces,

I know I must start,
A whole new journey,
To find fulfillment,
To finally be worthy,

Yet I understand life, 
Better than most,
Which is why in the end,
This must be your fault.