The Indoctrination Is Complete

 

The indoctrination is complete
They molded you just right
Removing the will to struggle
Stripping you of the desire to fight
You work for them these days
A concise, common goal
Gone are the thoughts of freedom
An iron fist smashing your soul
No longer an individual
Lost all your character traits
You belong to the system now
Let your bones fill with hate

Please Don’t Question My Reality

Please don’t question my reality

You’re pandering to a common goal

I’m eradicating acute boredom

Freeing another fractured soul

Redefining fantasy on a personal level

The subtle witness under the veil

Finding happiness outside expectation

Wishing our dreams weren’t so frail

Most Guys

Most guys

Will tell as many lies

As it takes to get between your thighs

But that’s not my goal

I’m just trying to find something to fill this hole

That has been left in my soul

*this is one of the first poems I can remember writing. I believe it goes back to ’94 or ’95.