"FACINGFACES 2002 - 04" SELECTED POETRY

THE MACHINE


It all feeds you know.
What you’re trying to use up in me,
It drives you farther from your purpose.
You bloody me trying to lighten yourself.
Strengthen yourself.
Only to fall deeper into the cogs that push me higher.

You take your fists,
Your knives,
Your words,
Dig them into me.
You drain into me all that you want,
Need,
To not feel incomplete.

Your control is mine,
Every time you look in my eyes.
Eyes on my body.
Body on your mind.
Mind in your hands.
You lose Ability.
You lose your Self.
And breaks it into me.

You want the rights of gods
To puppeteer me.
Her.
Us.
Anyone.
Everyone.
You have no divine rights.
I do not belong to you.
I will not.

I come through this.
Every time.
Conquer you and all that you’ve done to me.
You bring me closer to you own catharsis.

Each time you empty your frustration,
Take a little more freedom from me.
I gain more.
I am light.
I am heaven-touched and spinning a new life.

Shilo Schweizer
USA
copyright 2002