Kicking the Cage

By: Gus Victoria

Hostage to your ignorance,

We kick the cage

In righteous rage!

Oppressive oligarchy,

We kick the cage

In righteous rage!

Elected leaders

By your vote

Hold you back.

Elected leaders

Fuck you ten times

Before you fight back.

We kick the cage

In righteous rage!

There is blood you drew

By inaction spilt,

Innocence shattered,

Ammo gathered,

Guns gathered

By a diseased mind

A murderous trigger pulled,

We kick the cage

In righteous rage!

On the pile of bones

From children gathered

You demanded as price

To ignore responsibility

You rejoice in death,

You call it a right

You spew hate,

Fuck your ignorance,

Your Reagan too,

The second Amendment

The murder weapon

Of the nation

You fight for

As all your leaders

Fuck your corpse.

Few survivors…

Kick the cage

In righteous rage!

A Dream, A Hope...

By : Gus Victoria

There was a sensual air in the library that night,

A shadow drifted into the room unbidden,

Nothing sought it, neither was it unwelcome,

Upon arrival it changed,

Coalescing forms solidified into that dream image

Made more in this delirious state,

A memory or a hope,

He did not know then which or whence,

Drunk in love he played the fool,

In wisdom he was bankrupt,

Spent long ago on the fruitless chase,

A libertine he had become,

One night between a pair of legs,

A new dawn, a new pair,

There was no moral compass

There was no destination,

A journey to nowhere,

Impossible to be lost

Though adrift without anchor,

There was a new world ever beyond the horizon,

A new love,

A new life,

Always tomorrow,

Distorted mirror of yesterday,

False advice from ancient idols

Led astray,

A mistress of desire, she sat upon his chair,

She bid him enter

The noiseless forest of his thoughts

His tomes abandoned,

His studies forgotten,

He perished in ecstasy,

A dream...a hope…

Only Death knew.

Burning Bridges

By: Gus Victoria

The bridge built strong once

In decay now spans precariously,

Made decrepit by negligence,

Oxidized in its own haughty air,

Weighed down by superior disdain

Cast upon those that built,

And those that cross

By the Keepers of the Span,

Honor is theirs to squander,

Authority they've spent,

Bankrupt now beyond their owns skins

That like Argus they watch,

Blind to all else,

Truth of purpose

Weak before the habit of corruption,

Caring souls

Labeled disobedient,

Perpetrators of poor judgment,

Reprimanded for inefficient conformity,

The bridge postpones its fate

As obstacles multiply,

Defying its own nature,

The bridge stands feebly

Until that humble soul

With clear vision

Sets it aflame,

The bridge burns!

Embers dance in the night.

The bridge burns!

Leaderless, the wolves scatter.

The bridge burns!

They that in arrogance walked,

Now in despair kneel.

The bridge burns!

Angels, Lilith and Eve

By: Gus Victoria

It took an angel to break the heart

For years entrusted in her care,

And though in despair I walked

Stiffly with an unhealing wound

I found another angel

To take the shattered pieces,

To, from the shards of a useless heart,

Make something,

An image of what once was,

An imperfect creation

That love then shaped

To something new

Cherished and beloved,

Never did I forget Paradise,

Nor Lilith.

Yet in Eve I found a match,

That was my own

Partner in a strange world,

Not the fantasy I dreamt,

The reality sent,

That for need I was in want,

She is faithful,

Where Lilith betrayed

The trust I threw away.

One became the mother of all,

The other a demon of lust,

Fantasy of a world unborn...

Storms

By Gus Victoria

Storms of inequity

Rage across the weary land,

Raising crops of scorn

Reaped by ghosts,

Dreams sustain

Frail hope,

The scythe of justice

Rusts unused,

Fear rains down

Upon unsheltered heads,

Decree and doctrine drive

The fools fit for slaughter

That cry for death,

Sowing salt where they fall,

Armies grown corpulent

On rotted ideas

Of perverted ideals

Spread the glorious chaos

Of a nation in flames,

Scorching all it sees

That it cannot sell.