i had you in a dream again.
you were in my arms
and we were whispering
to each other
the things we used to say.
if only i had known
that dreams of you
would be the only thing
i have left.

i should have seen it.
there was ‘goodbye’
in your eyes
long before
i said hello.



you traded
your freedom
and your voice
for safety.

was it worth it?

are you any happier now?

i really don’t think you’re going to like the ending.


September, Again

a year ago
i told you
it was you.
you couldn’t bear
to look me in the eyes
when i told you.
had i known
that in the span of a year
we would would never speak again,
i would have never let you know.



something is in the air.
evil has long existed
but now?
it feels as if
it is truly about to raise its wicked head
and strike.
and where are all the heroes?
all the people who claimed
to care?
i’ll tell you secret;

there was never any heroes.


we’ve been fed comfortable lies
and now
our bellies are bulging
with self-righteousness and decadence.

we were the heroes
and we traded our liberties
for acceptance and safeties.

we deserve everything that is coming to us.


Reprise of Hope

you don’t know me
i don’t know that you ever will.
i wonder
if late at night,
you lay in your bed
staring up at the ceiling,
wondering if someone like me
is out there.
i know i do.
i wonder
if your arms ache for me
in the middle of the night
like mine do.
i hope
wherever you are
that you feel,
deep inside,
that i am looking for you
and i hope you don’t give up
looking for me,


Light Dark Revolution

most dogs are weak.
they cower in the face of danger.
fewer will sell themselves out
and others;
as long as they keep their heads down,
they are fed
and kept warm.
but there are a few
that remember that once
they were wolves
and they remember what happens
to those who do not keep
tooth and claw
with a gleaming edge.
they have not forgotten
that the tree of liberty
is kept nourished
by the blood of tyrants
and by the blood of those
who would defend her.

keep your fangs sharpened, wolves.
your time draws near.



maybe there are people
that are just too broken,
too hurt,
too full of anger
and disappointment
to love again.
i wonder what will happen
to those people.
i wonder
what will


Lion’s Breath

will not have his work
made manifest by cowards.
do what you are afraid to do.
Do the thing you fear
and the death of fear
is certain

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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