The Cost of Being Free

A moving tank with gills,
and skin as hard as nails
Piercing eyes made to strike fear,
by a movie that many hold dear

Kept in an aquarium? I think not,
never allowing itself to rot
in a water tight maze;
keep moving, keep swimming,
the dorsal will guide,
and it's prey keep it alive

I'll never partake of an unnatural way,
you cannot hand feed me, nor sway
me to float upon idle waters;
I'll die before I give up my honor

That's the cost of being free..

Pull Away

I broke those chains that had me bound,
I pulled away from the evil frown,
that scowled at me day and night

Instinctively, I always knew,
schooling was only for fools,
and the bus, transportation to hell

A place that concealed the light,
busied the minds of children in fright,
by keeping them ignorant to truth

I pulled away from the corporate task,
because as a female, I'll not ask,
to sit at the table of power hungry humans

I cleared away the cobwebs and dust,
threw out the excessive things that rust,
and began to thrive on the simple life

I'll not go to jail for you,
so not all things will I do;
I still work and pay for the smallest things,

Along with the exorbitant amount of bills,
that keep me warm and dry
I'll only transmit those things necessary to stay alive

Yet, I will refuse to be told what to do,
by evil men and women, in rule;
they do not deserve that honor

I'll not vote for drama queens and kings
I'll not conspire to entertain myself,
on empty promises from the screen

I'll stand by my fellow creatures,
those that fly, crawl, claw, and bite;
those that seek shelter by day and night

I will educate myself and free my mind
from the ignorance my parents left behind-
I will ready my body for the fight

And when death comes knocking at my door,
I'll let him in peacefully.. I'll fight no more

The Violence Within

Increased efforts put in,
to try and hold the beast within;
locked away, a mask to persuade,
but there are those that see beyond the facade

The cracks begin to show,
crumbling like and aged brick wall,
evil, fights to break free,
as the good begin to fall

Failure to look within,
and admit the flaws,
you're now a danger to us all
Damaged goods, on its way to the junkyard

Using up the resources,
animals heaped in a bloody pile,
all so you can collect your mobile;
a phone, that gives the impression,
you have a brain- the size of a gnat

So go ahead and walk on by,
I'm not fooled by that fake ass smile;
inside lurks the beast;
an ordinary citizen, evil, waiting to be unleashed..

Music in the Soul

Music in the soul, never dies
it's an unquenchable fire -
the sword that is ever unsheathed,
against the foes of life

Music in the soul, never fades
it's an unyielding flame -
a passion that feeds the mind,
and never tires, nor leaves us behind,
to suffer the 'slings and arrows' of misfortune and shame


Your rights, deemed a loss,
by the Idealist, carrying the albatross;
we sense your fear and hate -
this society in so much debate,
about who they are, yet fail to see their shortcomings

Your rights are of no importance,
when the earth is raped at every chance,
just so you can ingest the cow that once mooed
Vittles, with no nutritional value on which to chew -
just a prison for your appetite

A bullet to the head; a sliced throat,
so you can stuff your face after the show
A mother, in grief, over the next baby she lost,
so you can drink her milk at low cost,
because your boss pays next to nothing

Stuff your garage and your face,
but don't rage about the societal race,
that you feel you're left behind in;
you deserve no rights, my friend,
because you cause the suffering of nature,
in this place you call earth

As long as you demand the hedonistic ways,
nature and her animal friends must pay;
and the suffering of one group, to indulge the next,
is no way to call something equal or fair
You, who deserve no rights, in this prison, I call hell


You mock and laugh at what you fear;
what you don't understand,
takes a sarcastic tongue-lashing,
like the slave's whip scars
You joke about the seriousness of life,
because you fear death
You know your time is short;
you know you've wasted your life,
on games, food, toys, and tv,
but you can't help but continue in your ignorance,
because you fear those who climb higher
So, you're left with only one option:
cut down the ones that take creative aim

We live for ourselves, the earth, and trees;
we live for freedom; for the animal that bleeds
we live for doing the least harm;
we try as we must, to limit our steps,
that cause destruction to earth and her nests

So, fear all you like, and mock us in our plight,
but when we are gone, you will see,
how quickly darkness, will end your sight
for all your prayers won't help you ONE BIT, to sleep at night

Take Note...

Take note, from ancestral ways,
to love the earth, and animals that graze
Morality dictates to care for those,
the least of these - innocence, treated like cargo

If you're so moral and decent,
good, as you suppose,
then why do you dine on blood and terror?
Why do you chew on the light bearer?

A frail animal, bursting with light,
until the psychopath, subdued their fight
Encased in an iron shell -
wasting and rotting, in a madman's hell

Wanna know, what your purpose is?
Take note from indigenous ways,
stop the slaughter of innocent babes
by corporations, on blood getting paid

Take the moral high ground,
with your large brain, so you claim
It should be used, to limit their pain
That's your purpose, in this blinking life

To end the innocent animal's strife!!