Who is running this joint
I can do a better job
you call that blasphemy
I call it accountability
To Gd
Who is irresponsible
By giving you free will
While stripping you
Of the ability to use it in
Healthy positive and constructive ways
Effectively wreaking havoc
On this society
Causing suffering and shutting down
Innocent souls
Who spend their lives rebuilding
From the fallout chaos damage
But maybe I’m making excuses
Maybe I’ve been brainwashed
By all your cries of “Can’t” and “unable”
Maybe it’s actually “won’t” and “unwilling”
So maybe you actually deserve
Exactly what you get
But I don’t
And she doesn’t
And I don’t really see the point
Of all this unnecessary drama
When we have the building blocks
To create magic
The birthing process
Would not need to be so damn painful
If you simply chose
Not to make it so

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Mental illness is slippery
How can I hold you accountable for
Or get angry at
What you did to me
When you’re not in your right mind
And never were
The thing is
Where is the line between can’t and won’t
What is the participation collusion laziness
Of your soul
unwilling to see the damage you inflict
Or get the help you need
And isn’t all violence
A form of mental illness on some level
Because nobody in a sate of peace love nad compassion
Would inflict suffering on another human
So is violence
Is mental illness
A choice
And can the answer to that question perhas
Only be determined
On a case by case basis
Is part of some mental illness
The inability to recognize mental illness
Making that mentally ill person
A simultaneous victim and perpetrator
And what is our individual and collective responsibility
In this situation
To what extent is it incumbent upon me
To put my energy into
Guiding you
To recognize the damage and get help
In particular when you are resistant
And see my relentless care fierce devotion
As an ongoing assault
In particular
When you are the one
Who assaulted me
And denied it
Adding psychological torment
To your violence
In particular
When you are family
And I care
But I care about me too
Where do I draw the line
Cut the rope
And truly release myself
Because I can save m
But I cannot save you

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Uniformity
Masquerading as universality
Happy Holidays
A brilliant PR coup
Spinning unconstitutional preferential
Treatment of religion
As all inclusive diversity
When it’s just all about you
Demanding that I that we
That our religions cultures experiences
Fit into your ideas
Of who how and what
We should be
Sleigh bells reindeer Santa and snowflakes
Have nothing to do with me
Daughter of the desert
With a far more ancient history
And calendar
5779 CE not 2018 AD
Year of “our” lord
That is your lord
Whom you framed my ancestors for killing
Then killed my ancestors for your framing
Repeatedly
Over the centuries
Across the globe
Which you dominated
With the spilling of our blood
Their blood
The blood of
Anyone who disagreed with you
Because fundamentally
You are a narcissist
Your way
Or death
Forget the highway
So don’t wish me Happy Holidays
When really you mean
Merry Christmas – emphasis Christ
And when your ho ho ho is compulsory
Forcing your religion on me
While claiming it’s secular
Simply because it incorporated Paganism
As a strategy
Making the worship of your god
more familiar and appealing
To those whose civilizations you destroyed
Whose descendants ironically
Are you
The ones wishing me
Happy Holidays
As your ancestors
Roll over in their graves

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