The Virgo Strain
It’s time to turn the clock back, they say!
I’m not like the rest, I don’t want to be a pawn in Father Time’s game.
You happily close your eyes to quietly rest your very tired brain.
Waking up to see more sleep looks great on you in many ways.
An extra hour for me is an unwanted ticket to dreamland for a longer stay.
I close my eyes when I hit the bed and nervously log all of my moods today.
Before I know it I ground my feet on the dream stations floor to await this mental train.
There’s a fifty percent chance I‘ll see my mom for missed time I so wish to gain
Or I’m stuck in this far away hell because I can be at times hateful and vane.
I get that I’m blessed to dream no matter what happens or how much I complain.
Just try to understand what it means to be from the Virgo strain.
I’m unsure if the dreams are an ideal from the past, future maybe other domains.
Waking up to see more sleep looks like all the dreamland anxieties made me more insane.
I Mean This Whore Heartedly
Slut shaming, it gets under my skin!
Who created the criteria that determines what a slut does and who a slut is?
A woman who owns her sexuality and who is open to new experiences, is threatening to other women and men.
Most women want to be her & most men wish they could have her.
However, the woman who can’t muster up the same confidence, starts to shame her.
Then here comes the man who can’t have her, so quick to cast stones out of anger.
To me these judgements are so juvenile! We are adults, it’s time to get in touch with yourself.
The man who sleeps with a different woman everyday, is seen as some king.
If a woman does that, the world determines she’ll never be worthy of a wedding ring!
It’s our body to use how we like without our actions being deemed as sins.
Masquerade
Everyday I attend a dance
Everyone must wear a mask
If you want to take a chance
If you're ever up to the task
Don't try to remove your mask
If you do they all will stare
They'll approach you and ask
"Leaving it all out to air?"
Behind my mask I am secure
No one questions, no one tries
Leave it on and I am pure
Protected and safe behind my lies
Traffic
The liars are vultures
picking at my flesh and muscle
as I lie here in the road
smashed by a tractor trailer,
the shock of heartbreak,
brakes screeching
like screaming rats;
the impact sent me reeling,
not knowing up from down,
right from left,
sent me spinning across the highway
straight into oncoming traffic.
The Garden
Of all the trees please freely eat
Enjoy the fruit they give
They were created to sustain your life
So you may always live
There are thousands of trees for you
Eat from all you choose
But there is one that you should not touch
The moment you do, you lose
So man planted an orchard and drank
Another and ate of its food
Another and inhaled the aroma sweet
And like his Father said this is good.
He planted yet another seed
This time inside his wife
And enjoyed the children born to him
and learned he too, could bring forth life
So man enjoyed his time in Paradise
Existing in a utopian state
Not knowing that a single bite
Would one day seal his fate.
But the one who ate of the tree before
Chose to share his newfound knowledge
For misery does love company
For that we must acknowledge
You see knowledge gives birth to pride
So man thought he could do it better
But everything he did create
Just shackled him in fetters.
He built his own prison
With the trees he did fell
And as knowledge increased more and more
He traded Paradise for hell.
He invented seeds to make him happy
To take away his pain
And seeds to calm his children
And seeds to keep him sane
Man forgot all about the garden
Where true life really grows
And now he’s searching for meaning
Because he’s reaping what he sowed.
Bottomless Bucket
Trying to not undervalue your achievements,
But when you see someone else's success,
You feel pressed for no reason,
Insecure in your own progression,
Like a bucket with no bottom,
Water goes through it,
Like an endless stream of intrusive emotions,
The comparison is like setting fire to your dreams,
By placing them into someone else's standards,
It's tiring,
Your stomach muscles are tightening,
Because your cortisol is rising,
All because of comparison,
Your story may take more time,
But it's your journey and life,
Don't be the bucket that can't carry water,
With that said,
Focus on using your emotions to go further,
Not live in the shadow of someone else's character.
