Redemption

Redemption.

From any fears, from any worries.
From never making a move.
From feeling powerless.

Redemption.

A new ending has been written.
Now, as she climbs out of bed,
Only one thing remains:

Redemption.

The Call

This is a call.

A call to any person who has the will to lead;
To sacrifice their own needs for the well being of others.

This is a call to anybody who is not easily influenced,
But instead positively influences the world around them.

A call to any warrior with a purpose or mission.
To any artist who is not scared to be great.

This is a call to any voice with a story to tell,
Or any mind with knowledge to seek.

This is a call to anybody that has made the decision
To forgive themselves for the mistakes they have made.

This is the call.
Can you answer it?

Ode to Jesus

Happy Birthday, Jesus! You are the one;
Coming down to Earth from the planet Krypton.
With Lady Gaga at your side, you ghost ride the sleigh,
Shouting out to your apostles in your own special way:
Now, Bashful! Now, Happy! Now, Sleepy, and Doc!
On, Grumpy! On, Dopey! Sneezy, wake the fuck up!
Although you walk on water, you decide to take flight,
Delivering gifts to the children on that one special night.
And when your duty if through, you return to your home,
In the land where the penguins freely do roam.
They made you their king and follow your every command,
And built you a home in the North Pole so grand.
From your Fortress of Solitude you watch out below,
Protecting the world from your deadliest foe;
The monster, the legend that is vampire Obama,
Who otherwise might bite somebody’s mama.
So, on December 25th, we sing out to you,
Have a Merry Birthday, you cabinet-buildin’ Jew!


Merry Christmas, everyone! =]

The Morning Rapist

The call has come in...
Tonight's script has been written...
Roles are understood.

My co-star arrives;
She's unable to perform.
The show must go on.

The script's been thrown out.
I, alone, take center stage;
All focus on me.

My co-star adapts;
She makes sure I perform well.
The show's a success.

What a performance!
Those in the room yell, "Encore!"
I'm glad to oblige.

My co-star prepares.
This time, I know what to do;
I will take control.

Another success.
I leave it all on the stage.
Exhausted, I bow.

Rendezvous

She comes to me, Prime,
Asking for my presence.
Soft words in my ear...
Soft kisses on my lips...
She exits stage right.

Another follows closely behind,
Offering grander rewards.
An exchange between hands,
A service of the flesh.
Act over. Lower curtain.

Painting, My Mistress...

When the day is long,
Your embrace does soothe me.
We meet at the designated location,
Entwining ourselves in filthy bliss;
Each an equal in this congress.
However, ours is a complicated affair.
For in spite of all that I give,
You continuously take,
Never quite satisfied.
You selfishly yearn for more,
Until I feel I can give no more.
Alas, this does not last.
In time, I find myself alone,
Body and mind hungering for you,
And you forgivingly take me back;
Ready to begin our dance anew.