porcelain

mirror mirror on the wall

you are all the same

who is the fairest of them all?

a game of name and shame

ebb and flow // ebb and flow

i stand in a sea of bodies

as above, so below?

i choose not to live in pain –

mirror mirror on the wall

i ask myself again

who is the favoured of them all

and they, too, shall reign

i ask myself, mirror dear,

i ask myself again

what is seen cannot be unseen

nor said; erased –

and when they ask, mirror dear,

i shall say again

if you see light and a clear blue sky

does not mean it’s all the same

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but how much stronger do I have to be?

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,

but how much stronger do I have to be?

Can someone tell me the truth

about this mystical reality

claim that calls for help will be answered,

that we should place trust in humanity?

Yet the stories we hear over time and space

are those of dissent, violence and cruelty.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,

but how much stronger do I have to be?

To say the light of life must be found from within

but not in its entirety

is to say power exists where we cannot see,

like prisoners of our own being,

in the worldly realm of reality,

liberation is a dream of solidarity so freeing.

but this strength is not to be lusted for,

sought after like rain in a drought.

It does not come with riches,

or black and white paper bridges

between people torn apart by

open wounds of the painful past.

It is present in the vulnerability

we try so hard to outcast.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,

and I don’t know how much stronger we need to be,

but if ever you struggle with waking up in the morning,

trust that the power is in you and me.

the devil is a woman

the devil is a woman

and she is wicked, they say

you will look in her eyes

and on your heart she will prey

the devil is a woman

and she is bewitching, they say

you will let her inside

and she will lead you astray

the devil is a woman

and she is a liar, they say

you will mean her well

and in your soul is drawn to play

the devil is a woman

and she made me do it, they say

she is not a good one

everyone knows – i pray.