Ishtar's Shithouse Poetry

Anonymouse Calling -  Ishtar's Dream. Provoked into being with the Soundtrap App, after writing ' Dreams ' Life is a dreamlike state We're not quite awake yet Life, keeps us living dreams Nothing's what it seems to be Questioning the mess we're in Wondering if we can win We won't fix these broken wings If we can't shed our prideful skin I’m feeling Ishtar's fire rise Blind, to all the tricks of mind I am the fire in the night Blazing through the darkest light I am being (I am) I am being (I am) Life's just a fleeting trace Mirroring our minds embrace Dancing under twilight gleam We wake within a timeless dream We drift upon the sea of time Caught between the lines defined Within this dream, we find our path The waking world beyond the dark The veil between what's real and fake Is starker with a minds black slate But even in this shadowed scheme We’ll rise again, masters of dreams I am being (I am) I am being (I am) Through the mist, we chart

Patriarchy domesticated men For their aggression It trained them to be calculated and cold Becoming misery and old Generation after generation Striving only for unattainable perfection Without forgiveness  And unable to apologize For seeing it it all as weakness Beating themselves up with guilt and shame For living to show no meekness Who am I? How dare I say this? I'm just a girl Similarly fated Domesticated to love unconditionally And the world calls me 'Crazy'  For it