This one was written 3 months before I left for basic, and one day before I went into the recruiters office.
"My Lips Grazed The Whip."
Sometimes you wonder if your really free,
Your mind tells you that you are,
So does your governments,
Don’t forget every waking move you make.
Every day you awake,
A fresh day of slavery for you to endure,
But it's not slavery!
Or is it?
It can't be!
Everything tells you that it's really freedom,
How could it possibly be slavery?
As you open your eyes,
You realize your lips are kissing the whip,
The whip of society,
The whip of slavery..
But your mind tells you free,
As does the government!
Society never claimed to own you.
How could you feel this way?
This next one can show an example of why I started feeling like I needed a padded cell. This one was written right after Thanksgiving 2002.
Why do I feel like dying?
Do the shadows enjoy pulling away dreams?
Am I supposed to be crying?
Are these monsters working in teams?
Terrors of the nights yet to come,
Doubt for-telling stars till the end of time,
Must I always play dumb?
If only I'd remember I could escape of a dime.
Why do I feel prying away from life,
Dance about the shallow grave that awaits,
No longer can time tick in strife,
Ghosts only had to test the fable fates.
Horrors of the day yet to show their face,
Staring into the ever rising tide.
Maybe tomorrow I'll have the strength to give chase,
Until then I'll just wait and hide,
Why do I feel like ringing someone’s tender neck?
Tip-toe around the answer to every little item of need,
I feel simple when the rest has become high tech.
Be forewarned of one's heed.
Help me see the reason why I still play this game,
It's just another evil deed,
This is such a shame.
And in the end I just fallowed their lead..