Broken Chains

My momma told me about a man
Who sits up in the sky
She said, "Child he's gonna save your life
But you can't meet him till you die."

Old blind man told me yesterday
That if I said some words just right
It would change my life like magic
And I would see "the light".

And the preacher on the corner's selling tickets to Heaven
Collecting money in his hat
I said, "Why buy something I already got?
That just ain't where it's at"

Don't flip thru your Bible
To find your opinion for the day
Don't bother me
I'm living my own way

Cos I've found my own truth
And when all is said and done
My mansion's not in heaven, it's inside of me
And either way, life goes on....

unselfconscious

Let them whisper, let them stare
They can't penetrate me
With their condescending glares
Not today
Because today I am:
unselfconscious

The ignorant try to destroy
That which they don't understand
But they don't determine our reality
We don't have to give in to their demands
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Although my uniqueness was never a crime
I've discovered that I've been doing time
For envoking the fear of narrow minds
But my shackles are off, I've been set free
And I've found that my only salvation was me

....somewhere....
Hidden beneath our cruel make up
High above the clouds of unforgiving cares
We are all:
unselfconcious
And we are:
pure.

an open scream to a faceless nameless man

i'm not like everyone else
i don't want you dead
no, that's too easy.
i want you to live for eternity, eternity, endlessly
so that every night what you've done will haunt you
endlessly, forever.

i have no wish to see you dead
but i do want you to lay in bed staring at the ceiling every night
while it twists thru your brain and torments your soul like a rabid dog tearing at your flesh
i want you to sweat and wring your hands and bite your lip until it bleeds

and if even then you can still get to sleep
i want you to have a thousand nightmares
just like his wife did
just like i did

and i hope you wake to feel the desparation that i've felt
when you realise your nightmares are the inescapeable reality
that it can't ever be changed or undone
and that mommy can't come and make it all better

i doubt that you will ever know a fraction of what i feel when i think about what you've done
but i wish that you could take on the pain of every single person
that you have hurt with your selfish, disgusting actions
what a burden for you to bare, but it should be your cross to carry
after all, it is your fault

faceless, nameless killer,
understand:
that i never want to see you
i never want to hear what you think of what i'm saying
i don't want to think about you
i don't know you at all
i don't want to know you
and i don't think i truly hate you
i'm not really sure
but i do know this:
i don't want you dead.