Poem 32

A mirage of love in the desert
Reveries of comradeship
Boys pretending to be men
Some birds should not be caged.
In
Voyages against stormy, uncharted seas
And dreams you can wake up from
I am terribly alone.

Rant

There's a fire inside me

Threatening to consume me
There's an anger inside me
Coursing through my veins
Deceits of the civilized world
Sermons of false prophets
Amidst nightmares we are conditioned to withstand
And the unending subservience of the sheeple
Perfectly logical, this systematic tragedy
Yet infuriating
Guilty, we all are
By merely lacking a spine
I want to scream so that the whole world can hear
I want holy Fire to burn away this facade.