Offbeat

Reading a lot your eyes
can get outrageously blurry
You feel like you’ve went in
circles for hours and hours
BUT
if you’re just walking and
get dizzy out of nowhere that’s different
or if blue and purple striped monsters
make you feel whirl winded all the time
then
you might be offbeat but the
radio will always talk kindly
best advice I got from being
offbeat is that when quiet I seem okay

Manipulative

An older couple seem so sweet
and together for 40 years
They’ll invite you for dinner and
listen attentively to your words
Give you a small gift that
they thought you might like
They can be just like sunflower
seeds- occasionally come across
An empty shell or terrible tasting one
you’re not going to spot them
Just by looking around but
you’ll come across those bad seeds

Rewind

Your button will not work
on yourself ever again
You can’t go back to
scene 12 act 34
You can’t go back to time
turning back pages
You wish you could the
way you’ve been feeling
For the past you wish to
change that never should’ve been acted

Bubble Girl

Air is fresh
no ones touching you
No one talking to you
don’t have to share food
No one can fit in with you
no fighting at all
Rolling around playfully
the bubble girl loves
her life
Living in a gigantic
bubble that rolls
with time
Breeds exactly what
only she wants or
whenever

Bills

I’m not worried my credit cards
aren’t being paid
I’m not worried the power might
be out for awhile
I’m not worried about paying my
drug dealer that I owe
I’m not worried I can’t buy some
toilet paper
Others are though and nervously
go crazy when financially frustrated
ashamed to ask for help, not
realizing resources or get lazy
hawking everything, having yard
sales or even resort to stealing
or the extremes of murdering,
selling themselves or even their kids
Even the suicidal person that lost
everything- harming themselves and others
Shame on you banks, loan lenders,
credit card companies and so forth
Burdens you put on people will
be paid back “with interest”

Ugly Girl

You can put puzzles back
together
Cars that have been
disassembled
Tonka toys that sat in a
box
A quilt just patch up when
scissored
Glue together some shoes when
split
But when you call a girl an
ugly girl
Its different you have to be
tender
You can’t patch up a feeling on
to her
Sew up a torn emotion that is
swollen
Damage control of an ugly girl begins
with you
Tell your daughter no matter her tiny flaw
she’s beautiful
That flaw is in YOU only that you never got
fixed
You’re just letting it rip into her and
will never patch

American Thing

Parades in the streets to cheer
on the hard working families
Selling foods made with the
heart of the homemade kitchen
The joy of smiling, waving and
tons bringing young and old together
Unique crafts are all brought
out to sell, trade and even display
Lonely come out mingling with
tons of other soul seekers to play
Yes this is the all American
thing- the grounds of good ‘ole USA
One nations under God with
welcome arms and peaceful hugs

Earphones

Parents are fighting over TV shows
Earphones go on
Boyfriend believes I eat too much
Earphones go on
Local news- don’t want to start
Earphones go on
Another brilliant cashier with no brain
Earphones go on
Girls at the m all tell me what to buy
Earphones go on
Siblings know what I should be doing
Earphones go on
Heading to Sunday mass
Leaving the earphones

Self -worth cup

Two things make an impact on your
soul
One is how much you love others with
purity
The other is how much you hate others with
anger
Either one can be flipped like a coppered
Coin
One will jealously rage in anger, steal money
for one self, curse out of anger and so forth
Plus, there are some previous angry folks
that swallow their pride and then hide shamefully
ya never know when the table is
turned

Desserts

Ever stuff yourself slothfully with
a dozen desserts?
Just to have the next day with
pimples blotched all over
or the stomach feels like one huge
bowl of jelly
Oh no?
Me neither

Dismissed

Class ends. You either have
to go to your next one or
Head home on the bus or car
you either have little homework
Or the entire semester of work
to do in one weekend
Once its all done completing all
your work getting a passing
Grade its either more summer school or work
more get up, shower, head off driving to
and from, getting lunch, work for a
paycheck to support yourself and maybe spouse
You do your work so you can
be part of the cycle of school- dismissed,
work dismissed or divorce dismissed
When you find the answer to all of the
why’s of the many dismissals you’ll
meet your final dismissal to heaven

Dead Bolt

I thought about putting a dead
bolt on all the doors of the home
Doing my kids a huge favor by
keeping them locked in from humans
their innocence kept in and grown
into mature little angels of peace
Their freedom to be students though
always comes back like instant soup
How can I protect them, watch them,
guide them and teach them humanity
The kangaroo has the pouch, the bird
has its next- other animals have it set
My babies though- this is a lot
of time and work for me and many parents
I’m starting to think that the
dead bolt isn’t looking too bad

Better Pepper

Walking around an event you see
a multitude of personalities
The sugar cubes that everyone
wants to suck like a sucker
Fresh oreganos who still don’t know
many other spices yet
onion powder bringing more
flavor than many could ask for
Garlic powder coming on sometimes
too strong with no inhibitions
Cinnamon spice that are an aroma
of sultry sexiness and positivity
All too common salt where they’re
like everyone else but hidden
Also, the better pepper in a league
of their own making you sneeze when huge
A mixture of them is nice to
have every now and then
Adds a lot of flavor to ones life
with a sometimes distasteful course

LA- LA Adventures

Walking deep in the fire you insanely
get hotter
Chipping deep into the ice and you get terribly
chilly
Running in a sand dune you’ll get brushed in
wind
Dancing with the electricity you get super
shocked
Bathing with fish and tanning with tea you get
slippery
Flying with the bugs being so small you can get
squished
Flinging in the dirt you’ll get dirty and continually
dig
Oh my when you dig be careful with digging
you can be digging your own grave
Back to the frogs we’re out to go
hopping
My scariest adventure is riding the bullet being
shot fired

Great Together

I doubt any potato chip will
tamper with salsa
The dirt will argue with the
clouds giving the rain
The soap touching the skin
giving us softness
The car with the tires
because it wouldn’t go
The paper to the pen or
there’d be no words
Nope, this makes no sense
they need each other
compliment each other
and do great together

Insecurities

Fighting with my insecurities
I’ll commonly make the worse
decisions possible
Food will be my best friend
telling me I’d look good in the
fashion plus world
Just so I’m the talk of town I’ll
hide my inner monster and turn
into fun Jane with alcohol
I will be absolutely loud and
obnoxious trying to overcompensate
my weirdness
I’ll take the 5th amendment most
of the time claiming I really do have
the right to remain silent
Best of all, I’ll get crazy with
mirror plucking, pulling, combing,
brushing or even adjusting

Problems to Jesus

I give my problems to Jesus
sometimes he frustratingly gives
them back saying you still
haven’t learned
Years go by and I give it
to Him again and accepts
with hugs even
I asked what I did differently
because I was confused
This time, He said, you did it
with profound love and apologized
for your actions
Before, He added, your anger
was apparent and faith under
the covers

Crickets Still Sing

Mom wanted me to be a beauty queen
I had four older brothers
Dad wanted me to date the day I turned thirty
I twirl a baton at the best carnivals across the globe
Grandma likes my singing and thinks I have a future
I make records and CDs crack at the sound of me walking
I did a job for my neighbor out of kindness
Now she's spreading the word I'm the best at what I do
Preparing for my day choosing what to wear takes awhile
Doing everything for everyone else while crickets still sing

Helpless Victim

Oh my dear poor girl
Always the Marilyn but never
The Jacqueline
When will you ever learn?
Rats can live through rough
Times and then some
Lions feast fancily in even
The harshest jungle
Their prey never comes to them
They have to work hard with
Claws teeth and instincts
Just be the hunter honey and
Not the helpless victim

Drawing Eyes

I'm an emotional nightmare
I cry if I squish a beautiful bug
Jump in the middle of disasters
Dance at funerals of mourning
Hold my breath when real intense
Create imaginary memories of past
Speak freely to the forest trees
Hold tea parties with three cats
Religiously read to sport the ticker
Fantasize about pink striped moons
Meanwhile, creatively drawing eyes

MUSIC, DANCING & ORDINARY TIMES POEMS

Changing With Nature
I run into the wind thinking I’ll get magically swept into heaven
Two words come to mind
How & when
There were two elderly women sitting on a blue bench close by
They didn’t notice me one bit
I noticed them
Has it ever occurred to the butterflies that I want to fly too?
They prance around with grace
I want wings real bad
My boyfriend can give me such a headache sometimes
He listens too well…a lot
I can be klutzy
Nature is always changing and I sit and change along with it
I don’t want to hurt the plants
I squished their shade
My teeth have yet another toothache but I love the candy and gum
Sugar can be such torture to the mouth
Even the tongue seen better days
Now you’ve seen me in my true environment with no walls whatsoever
I can make you dinner if you like
I pause when I talk

The Time Box
Grandmothers clock gathers dust and
rings every midnight and every afternoon
She crochets for hours in and out wanting
Nothing but to be left alone to crochet
She has an occasional cup of tea with maybe
A cracker and some leftovers from previous night
I read my book watching her mesmerized by
Crocheting for hours and getting totally lost
So much enthusiasm hidden behind her fun
Character of being a master of a lost skill
The time box of going onto another twelve hours
Of finding time to relax in thread and needle

The ‘song’ of songs
You’ve heard hundreds of
Songs on the radio together
Heard songs at the bar that
Were classic beer guzzling tunes
Overheard the concert music
At street festivals and fairs
Oh but that song that one
Song that is just ours
A night out with friends, he
Pats my hand out of love
Grabs me, forces me to the
Floor and we dance insanely
He has no foggy idea probably
What song it is but I’ll never forget
Our first dance together and the
Song that holds key to my heart

Love Berries
Eating fields of love berries
Swelled my head to
Exciting amount of planting more fields to share
My love running
Through veins- dancing
With static merry
Oh the berry Gods will praise

Midyear
Pools of summer would swim to our side
Corn and steak barbecue would one collide
Tents with screens to reach to the stars
Big dipper of chocolate even eat Saturn and mars
Bathed in mud when mosquitoes rise from grass
Windmills of wonder would wave and pass
Tan for hours walk like a scary zombie for weeks
Highways and freeways reach their highest peaks
Camping, fishing- wildlife is to discover away
In the middle of the year when its time to play

Musically enriched
I listen to music because it is life
A child, a husband and a new wife
A moment of peace when I can think
Or being my only meditative shrink
Dancing to beats and shaking my ass
Singing along beautifully during church mass
Bringing to mind all of the past
Driving with the rhythm heading real fast
Making my own genuine real tune
Like center stage in hot summer June
I’m not a musician nor hold any beat
But I got my tastes, all genuinely neat
It’s big in my life and I appreciate its gift
Where it does the above and gives me a lift

WORK BANK FINANCES MONEY POEMS

The mailbox
I try to count the number of envelopes you have
In one week you really selfish aluminum box
Bills mostly, donations to be donated and the
Occasional magazine is mostly your clothing of choice
Ah, the occasional box with pictures all over them
Like its some Halloween show with prizes to be won
Cards are more uncommon with people buying less
Stamps and getting on the computer with e-mail junk
Oh you mailbox where do you find time to see
The flowers blooming in an ever rising slump
Your days are counted when you’ll be replaced with
Government ran decisions with little to say or do

The Self-Seeker
He took credit for the
Beginnings of my work
He went around accepting the
Praises of this hard work
Getting the top seats at
Luncheons and meetings
Doing MY extra hours with
A smirk towards me
But the walls fell when
He couldn’t finish the whole job
He sought my expertise claiming
He’d made a mistake
Only wanting credit where
Credit was due I stepped in
Polishing not only the beginning
But the middle and end as well
With him by my side not letting
His ego completely deflate
Warning him though that great
Teams are better with two heads
Shaking hands to that he can
Sometimes be under my thumb

Prepared
Against all odds-
Feeding thousands hungry
Defeating corners-
Sheltering homeless families
Battling hurdles-
Blanketing the sick
Defying the impossible
Prepared for the worse

Rank
Your world leader forcing you to behave
Doing as your told or you’re off to your grave
Off with their heads they demandingly do speak
Chums are the wealthy staying cheek to cheek
Sweltering movements are personal conquests that must be met
You contributing all the time and never adding to the debt

Sorry I can’t help
I can’t help you nor even myself
I don’t get paid till the first or the twelfth
I have some scraps you can eat what I don’t
I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe you won’t
You just want money that I barely can make
Selling my cow out of hamburger and steak
I feed my five kids forcing obedience with work
I shovel up their mistakes when I can lurk
I pay all the bills utterly sending out the checks
Hardly any quality time for children or even quickie sex
Working too many hours I ache head to toe
They’ve cut many jobs so now we are slow
Barely making ends meet you come to me now
Struggling and juggling you don’t even ask how

Struggle
Feed the economy
Shop at my favorite stores
Live the economy
My car won’t start
Feed the children
This time bread with pizza
Live the children
Just enough mac ‘n cheese
Company increases sales
Pay increase today
Live the job
Hours and medical cut
Remodel the basement and attic
Hire the best contractor
Live the dream home
My roof is falling apart
Paid off two more credit cards
Banks roll the red carpet
Live the security
File chapter 11 or one more loan
I own the world they do comply
You stray you suffer
Live this trickery
War is in the soul only to struggle

Things
Did someone work 70 hours a week
for the clothes on my back
Did someone die on the line for
the cars on our street
Were export or importing laws
broken for these tennies
Did jobs get lost or gained
for the food I eat at home or takeout
Were trees replanted after
furniture or paper made
Were all the crops used to their
full resources from the fruit aisle
Did the wealthy gain more so I
can have food on my table, clothes
on my back or the bed I sleep on
You can’t flatten out a crunchy
cookie then it becomes crumbs

Work
Blue or white collar they both have jobs
Neither is in jail or working for any mobs
They’re tax paying citizens who all have goals
To live their lives, as if not to be moles
A thing has happened where they’re struggling for work
They’ll go to their Work Source and continuously lurk
Seen as a leach is something they never did pride
Head goes low when others think they want a free ride
It’s not they’re fault the company went hay down
Or that the CEO embezzled like a jackass clown
Whatever which way- they’re unemployed and soon broke
Not much in savings they’re even seen as a joke
What shall they do rests upon their will to survive
They have to sink ship and then one loopy dive

9-5 Sucks
I can not write for the desire is gone
Throwing all away and flushed down the john
I try really hard but administration don’t matter
It’s all jargle and nothing but clatter
I cringe at work but get happy when I’m paid
Jobs never last long and quickly do fade
When I do move on I get tired of routine
I’m smothered up in mud and must get myself clean
No paychecks worth this I will not survive
Unless I quit this and desire to be alive
I feel all alone with only sadness caving all around
Giving up easily like a worm goes to the ground
I’m so incomplete because work ranks up high
This whole work thing is just one complete dye

Banks
Looking around to see
frustrated and eager faces
Their money for rent, bills,
food or splurging
Sitting in front of the desk,
the nervousness I get
The blood pressure went to
the head because I feel warm
The gentleman held up the line
for more than fifteen minutes now
Back to an increase in credit I’m
anxiously hoping for just a little more
Her voice changed
I know this is yet another no

Costs Insane
Where did these prices go terribly wrong
Many with one arm and leg left in a country song
Cherished is the drive when gas is a million a gallon
Billions to be fed like little Jenny or little Allen
A brand new car is a dream for many
Once national debt is now world debt of uncanny
A millionaire is middle class no one will even keep up
Selling every worldly procession just to feed my little pup
Poorer than yesterday many only look for hope
Getting by with love is their primary way to cope

Crumb
two blows below the belt
turned to too many
waiting my time out
I couldn’t believe the
hunger and starvation
unbearable along with
utter despair- I
thought what the heck
why not rob to get
me a meal, a room
to shower and sleep in,
or maybe some cell time
for three meals a day
with TV- what
to do crossed over
and over- one more
night I’ll push my cart
and crumb for food

Game Time
To max out a credit card for gas or
Tell passengers to pay up for their share
To max out a credit card to park or
Park on the other side of town and hitchhike
To max out a credit for a program or
Simply go without because in 100 years I won’t remember
To max out a credit card to eat or
Bring own snacks or eat before/after the game
To max out a credit card to sleep overnight or
Drive home tired and risk the fatigue

Garden blanket
Rows of food to feast all for mankind
To seek greedy profits is way out of line
Two thousand homes I’ll put on this land
No families will go to the old public sand
Moving my account across the cheap shore
I must have lost of money- more, more, more
This blanket of money shall strip many of garden
Little trees and land left everything will soon harden

WOMEN POWER POEMS

WOMEN
women rule women conquer
lifted by men surviving under power
women cry women fall
moments of fate let us grow tall
women laugh women dance
every new sun rise brings a new chance
women age women progress
unique styles we have never settling for less

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA POEMS

American Bandstand
Every dull rock band starts at Dick Clark
Singing away with every old classic shark
Young some start with talent so fresh
Bringing new music replacing the old flesh
Common grounds for a hit is play from your heart
Don’t always think that you will always start

American made
supporting United States of America
what can one say
not fortunate to be first in
the economical car
labors cheaper therefore the
products affordable
hours can be long out of the
U.S. because unnecessary bull
no serving other people in the U.S. its
just a few men with money
jobs competitive elsewhere so work
for cheap because millions now
here, here in the U.S. following the
dream of dead end street
lucky to get a job if it
isn’t in the black market
get the most for the cheapest
buck and feel like royalty
where’d this go wrong of jobs,
economic nightmares and lies

Flags
I lay in the sea of every country’s flag
Colors among colors stripes among stripes
Which one was first as I throw and snag
How many are burned because of ill toned gripes
I think of the Olympics and how they represent
Gold, silver, bronze- three surely will display
Where they all traveled and where they went
Loyal to their country some sing their anthem to stay
I’m also reminded of red, white and blue doors
Right next to China’s and Canada’s pride
Throughout all the boundaries and along the shores
Borders open justly with arms opened wide

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE WORLD & LIFE OR DEATH POEMS

SEE YOU IN HEAVEN
Without you here I am really sad
I sometimes ask God and even get mad
Then I realize maybe it was meant to be
You are gone now and forever set free
Pictures of you remind me of good times
Either when dancing or singing corny rhymes
I hope you look down and know I am froze
Looking at your toothbrush or even your clothes
It will take time for me to move forward
Days will be longer and sometimes bored
I’ll gather my thoughts and know you’re okay
Dreaming I’ll see you later—or shall I pray

Stars
I look to the stars and speculate answers
Are we supposed to be the crabby ass cancers
The star that just fell took how long to fall
Are we just the size of a molecule ball
Compared to the galaxy that goes far beyond
How many more will I make a strong bond
Am I an angel chosen even before my birth
Or given a choice to live on Jupiter or earth
Did I know my mom many past lives ago
Does my nothing life have a lot more to show
Am I the way I am because that’s my mold
Can we live more freely than what we are told
Why under the stars makes me think of the such
Of me, myself and those within my reach and touch

Stiff
I really don’t know what’s on my agenda towards growing
I’m staying at flat line just constantly choking
I look down on myself and just can’t wake up from the dead
Even frozen at shock I just don’t flinch from the bed
Nurses and docs are complexed from the shock of death
There is no fighting at all from the very last breath
Feathered by dreams I return from crunching up teeth
Before I sink my own ship and drown under beneath
What exerts these odds I can’t explain at all
Not much turmoil could actually bring such downfall
I’m not a Jekyll and Hyde that goes here and there in thought
Or one in denial that’s getting mysteriously distraught
Who the hell knows where my marbles shall roll
Continue they’ll go in an everlasting spiral role

Take me out to the twilight zone
A place so fresh its your dream of the other side
So much you imagine on all walls of the wide
Dimensions of beyond you scatter hours throughout
Your own silent of difference doesn’t peep out a shout
Weirdness just comes and you dazzle old dreams in
Is this appropriate or going beyond borders of sin
Hazy faces go stared at for even minutes to hours
So much force there’s just numerous odd powers
Bridges of beyond go to undiscovered new places
Every smile I see has grounded bold faces
Focusing on the ground feels like clouds just beneath
Up in the trees are talking false teeth
Beneath the skin is tingle starting at the spine
This zone of indifference keeps more of incline
This twilight of lights gives only visions of mind
What you seek for your universe may be divine

The call
My one biggest fear is getting that call
Did they get in crash against a brick wall
Or stumble off a cliff way deep in the woods
Beat up or shot by some ghetto stoned hoods
When it does happen I’ve got to remember things
Let them go freely and give them their wings
And remember the good times that you’ve enjoyed
Holidays, birthdays and the cute way they annoyed
I know its weird to even fathom such thoughts
But scattered in my mind it does like tangled knots

To everything
To TV to movie
To child to teen
To job to career
To bus to car
To burglary to murder
To prejudice to hate
To poor to income
To try to accomplish
To lonely to date
To grow to mature
To taste to buffet
To lust to children
To reach to grab
To listen to dance
To love to marriage
To live to die

Tomorrow Seen
This isn’t the last time I’ll see you again
I’m not real sure of where or when
An image so lasting I know this for sure
This over feeling of beauty that’s naturally pure
An instinctive know that I’m eternally of essence
I’ll never be alone in my cease of existence

Weight of day
A clockwork of events we battle only time
Never row boating where pop turns to lime
Man goes so far before end catches forth
Where is the reason why we ended way north
A chore so repetitious can be insanely mad
In a perfect round world there will be bad
A crop of dirt provides a land of riches
We all have two factories set under our britches
Bugs seem forever lasting decades of torch
Why does everyone live side to side porch?

What is your calling?
We hardly ever seek the absolute truth
Like caving ourselves in a tiny phone booth
We seek much more than we have found
Giving into ‘what’s working’ just for right now
I say to you now do you enjoy your present
What can you do to change the unpleasant
Are you the person you don’t want to be
Clinging on another out of a desperate plea
Do you ache for more and pull out your hairs
Days can go by when you have absolutely no cares
You’ll stare at the wall just frozen for hours
You’d easily give anyone your extra powers
A certain something not there you really can’t find
Won’t even be found from a really strong mind
A matter of change involves a dare beyond your means
And ridding yourself of any or all weak fiends

What we’re capable of
Tomorrow I could sale my three daughters for cash
I could take out my rage and dangerously lash
Poison my neighbors dog because of the continuous bark
Escape the terrors of flesh eating shark
Run up some bills huger than the national debt
Break a woman’s heart so penniless she wept
Steal a car unknowingly killing passengers at rest
Escape realities of tradition seeking my own personal quest
Jump off the tallest bridge saying goodbye to blues
Solving the impossible when there’s very few clues
Athletes of gold with rewards of endless success
Record breaking gang bangs what an impressive mess
Balding hair from cancer with quadruple surgery to add
Go out of my box like eating something terribly bad
Be someone else for the mere stimuli of itself
Fake my way out of being a closet junkie shelf
Kill for the embodiment of my own sacred belief
Daring my peers knowing they want to fit in with grief
Nothings impossible since everything has been done
There’s really nowhere to hide and absolutely nowhere to run

Who is that in the mirror?
I look in the mirror and ask who is that?
This body I’m given is just a wee fat
But the face is soft and opens to most
Heavenly looks she was heavily dosed
No matter where she attracts with her charm
Waking up all like a buzzing alarm
Under this body what lies inside
In her own soul there’s something to hide
Is the mind in tact and fully aware
That there might be secrets she won’t even dare
To answer such goes beyond you or I
I’d really like to know I can not lie
Who was I before and where will I be?
Am I here for a purpose or is that for HE?
Am I watched over does anyone know?
I know when I was born but when will I go?
So many questions when I look in the mirror
Of when I am goofy or asking why the long tear
So much more I can sense from what I was given’
Gifted from birth I sure love the livin’

Who, what, when, why, where
Who: I am your conscious pulling your strings
What: can’t really say there’s so many things
When: the time is right folding a flush of kings
Why: thinking too much is a headache on my flings
Where: just go forward with instinct on gold rings

WHY ARE WE HERE?
Do we think under rage or under hate?
Can judging another be someone’s fate?
Are we who we are because of our will?
Are we so heartless we’ll kill for a mill?
Don’t we listen with our heart at the very end?
It’s so amazing what we’ll do- how far we will bend
Our earth is so big so why don’t we know?
Every meaning or small purpose sometimes hitting low
Many question no longer but just have calm peace
Enjoying small things like beautiful geese
Your own existence depends on knowing your mind
Deep way down who knows what you’ll find

Year 01
Back to day one of first year how crazy
Traveling time in RV- how fun but lazy
All go to the cave of time traveled space
Many pay thousands of this sudden boom taste
Yes I know we can’t see modern times again
It’ll all be worth it on day one of many men
Off to a new world of venturing new rain
Every nerve excited we shifted earth quick
Pushed into magma on our first day was sick

You there?
I often wonder where you are
Way close to me or gone away & afar
Do you miss our talks of secrets and laughs?
Or when we pushed over the baby calves
When we camped in the tent and talked
Forever until the stars faded and chalked
Laughing at the teacher who had five guts
Or the girl who danced like a regular klutz
I hope you think of me like I do of you
How much I cherish that you do have a clue
You made my days by just being there
No one gave us smack or really did dare

Your Last
What’s going to entail your last day alive
Wondering continues on this final arrive
Will you have brushed your teeth or even showered
Will you be courageous or a scaredy cat coward
Fast to the quick go or slowly reaching the end
What will you be doing and what’s your last spend
Are you going to be really old or really really young
Will it be a body part out like heart, liver or lung
It’s better not knowing the exact time you will go
Wandering as if a headless chicken that won’t really grow
　
After
Beneath my flesh lies a corpse of pasts
An inner light that always just lasts
It doesn’t gleam or light up at night
Not in the center- or the left or the right
Just there lurking and doing it’s job
Whether to help you or just make you rob
A mystery this is to many who ponder
Where shall it go when another I wander
Do I stay above and tell I’ve done well
Or do it all over with a mission in tell

Cancer faces
Just finding out you’re shocked with tears
Then forward on you have so many fears
You go back to crying thinking no, no, no!!
What could I have done different-- this is such a low blow
You realize your strength so you automatically just fight
On the back of your mind asking is this my last night
Sweating the chemo, the surgeries, the radiation- you say not too bad
Comforting your loved ones telling them don’t be too sad
The aftermath of it all you’re happy every new a.m.
Every past hardship you plan to patch all and amend

CONFUSION
i can not think i can not cry
all i ask is why? why? why?
unanswered questions make me think
why’d you wear that silly pink?
this was the day just for the dead
did all your feelings turn into bread?

HOW TO DEAL WITH PEOPLE GENERAL RELATIONSHIPS POEMS

Behind Doors
Outside you kind of pick up little things
about their personality waving because
they either like me or they’re cautious
hoping I’m not going to trash their place
one day or tell terrible rumors about them
I’ve never really went over there and talked
to them because I’m a big caved turtle with my
head cut off practically with zero talking
skills or even an ability to not sweat like a
cow sitting in one area for even a short time
Secretly I’m wondering if their problems
are minimal compared to my struggling
five hundred bills, fighting again with my
husband, my silly addictions or the fact
that yet another bad day in my small brain
Do they keep their house nice and clean, or
a little more laid back than me who gets
really annoyed by the dust, a seed on the
carpet, funky smells or bugs on the
window sill driving me crazy till I clean up
Yeah I wonder what goes on in their home
behind the closed doors of my neighbors
I wonder if they wonder like I do and if
they’d like to come over here like I’d like to
go over there just to chit chat and laugh

The Building Bridge
When you try to teach your young ones
Morals you always have to remember
What you were taught as a child
Dinner table manners, social manners,
School manners, meeting someone new,
Typical all day type of manners
Not everyone has etiquette but you can
Keep the bridge going by spreading these
Manners so your kids can keep building
A building bridge in social correct behaviors
Isn’t a discovery science show needing to be
Learned but a continual practice implanted
You have to keep in mind some bridges were
Never built and never implanted but you
Can hopefully infect others with your bridge

Outcast
Couldn’t help but want to include
them in everything even when
others will yell at me for
doing so
It was so they’re included and
not felt left out- because it
hurts me if they feel lonely
or sad
That anger really isn’t
toughness but a pain I
can’t describe or feel
really
I see it as it is and I want
to feel part of everyone and
not some outcast no one
Wants

Pear
perhaps the hardest thing
was my child lonely on the
playground all by himself
I could never tell him it’s
okay that children can be
really mean
to see him so sad was making
me sad
a hidden fear as a mom is
me smothering him with love
tender to the core is the
bruised pear that fell quicker
than the other pears
I wish I could have kept
him in my arms forever
singing silly lullabies

Playground
Fell off the monkey bars of
too many fights falling
on the feet again
Hung upside down wishing
their faces weren’t
upside down
Slid down the slide with
a few behind me
but they pushed
Swung on the swing with
the brains needing
to go higher
But that teeter totter
sitting on there
hoping for a real friend

Reputation
Damnit man don’t embarrass me
A character I act yes that shall it be
Now you’ve done it they’ve seen me as an ass
One of them losers a nobody low class
I’m not like you or ever will be
A bail of surprises that shine fully glee
Most of my esteem is low much of the time that is
Frightened I become when the spotlight becomes frizz

SHE RE-AWAKES
Alone at the corner she sat for many Mays
Everyone comes to visit but no one stays
Her homemade cookies her warm cute cat
Was nothing more than the front door mat
She joined new clubs and opened up doors
She let acid go and away with the pores
Helped build a community day by day
Parents took her kids there just for play
No longer in the house does she wish and stare
But loves every moment with concern and care

Soar to Roar
Unzip your zipper of character you
Releasing inhibitions of all you knew
Throw down the towel this isn’t your fight
There’ll be many others standing out of your spotlight
Run under fire and chant amen’s to the God
Pamper your neighbors with a breaded fish rod
Shove the gauge in your ear getting twice as much air
Paint yourself silly like the twin Amazon pair

Two faced I am
I gave in to the turning world
Turned to potatoes- French fried curled
I wanted power and hurt the clams
Flooding the river and blowing up dams
I spoke in new tongue forgetting my roots
Walked in new lifestyles with different styled boots
I’m a liar to myself and give no pleasure to minds
Now I’m prudish and seek different new kinds
I’m a joke to others and even desperately lame
Back to where I was, exactly the same
Needy and clingy, I want any kind of hope
Attacking my misery by destroying conceit with cope

A friend ignored
I wanted to be there when he wanted me the most
I cried at his going and felt I wasn’t their boast
I shed my shame because I didn’t take time
See their frustrations at the drop of a dime
I instead ignored when my friend was there
Who searched for trust and my true care
How could I know when myself was lost
Backstabbed, manipulated and double crossed
Now he hates me and not even my friend
I don’t understand and why we couldn’t amend
Maybe it was meant to be just this way
Where we’ll let go of immaturity and stray
To more mature friends who always go on
Expecting little from the wave of a wand

A friend you are not
I came to you when I needed you most
But you turned away when I needed that boast
I can’t forgive you cuz I was in pain
My heart sunk deep in mud and rain
My world was black and getting small
And all you gave me was a cold shouldered wall
This isn’t new cuz you’ve done wrong before
Using my wealth like I’m some freakin’ rich store
You fake ur friendship like you fake your smile
When at first I thought u were pretty cool for awhile
Then you abused a bond that once was deep
Forgetting the truth in endless long sleep
Now I’m free of your backstabbing ways
Once blind before when I had those dark days
Be gone forever and don’t try to phone
Or asking for something like a ten dollar loan

A Good Friend
I’ll always admire our real tight click
We’re like two peas in a pod or two cherries on a stick
Our same sense of likes drives me off my feet
Gawd how I’m lucky we were ever to join and meet
Many admire our friendship cuz they lack no common spark
It’s just that they are different and not that they’re a bark
Next time when you’re thinking of me--my truly good pal
Sending out my brainwaves of shopping and talking I shall

A LADY SHE IS
so funny and alive she lifts up the room
her aura is striking bringing a beautiful gloom
she laughs with confidence and speaks with class
people gather in groups or in a big mass
a true gift she has to touch so many lives
to get great appreciation, she digs deep and dives
a lady she’ll stay with elegance so high
she’s charismatic and powerful -- no one will deny

Availability
Her show is on, yet again.
Caught her while she napped,
Cell phone messages- oh I can
get back to you
I better get going to work
My friend and I are going
to the movies
Busy, I’m up to here in
errands- oh my!
Never could keep up with her
busy schedule
Just wanted to talk, small
chit chat- but you held
back your availability
with your TV, games,
internet, work, computer
and supposed friends that
are actually tricksters

BAD DAYS HAPPEN
at days i have this urge to hate
nothing goes right, you’re angry at your mate
I squeeze my hands tight- I barely could swallow
my madness goes insane- I’m nice to complete hollow
anything against me only flares me up more
see what happens if you call me bitch or whore
let me punch you out to shut your fat face
no wonder your mom thinks you’re such a disgrace
don’t take it personal, I have my bad days
I hate, I love you, my conscious always strays

Be Nice
I don’t care you’ve been struck with disease
Be nice
I don’t care you’re in need of a drink
Be nice
I don’t care you’re completely cranked out
Be nice
I don’t care you’re poor and homeless
Be nice
I don’t care you’re emotionally abused
Be nice
I don’t care you’ve been discriminated against
Be nice
I don’t care you’re sexually frustrated
Be nice
I don’t care you’re ugly or beautiful
Be nice
I don’t care you’re lonely and tempered
Be nice
I don’t care you’re short and tempered
Be nice
I don’t care you’re picked on all the time
Be nice
I don’t care you’re uncaring
Be nice

Beautiful spirit
There are ladies and gentlemen still out there
An ability to sift them is an ability to care
You notice their softness with just their smile
Or even their warmth glittering all worthwhile
You want to be around them most all of the time
Any wrong doing against them is such a crime
A hug is authentic you know its only with heart
Emptiness you feel when long days you’re apart
Magnetically you’re drawn to beautiful spirits like you
Good Lord knows there’s only a genuine few
　
BEING MEAN HURTS
My tears of guilt make me hurt
It’s only my own fault I shoulda threw down my shirt
I only make it worse by saying not a peep
But a strong sound behind me gives me a real big beep
I cry in pain for being super mean
Knowing much later I’ll feel like a monstrous fiend
I think over everything and realize I was wrong
Don’t get angry over anything-- Just get over it and be strong

Black
I’m not a slave that’ll do your work
I won’t be there just wanting to lurk
We’re a history of people that always have fought
Once betrayed by the government sold and bought
We’re proud of our heritage and seek the bell
Same liberty as everyone avoiding chaos and hell
We muster up courage by our knowledge and power
Shooting guns and in jail won’t make us tower
Our only difference is our Hershey dark skin
Often mistakened that we had no ends to begin
We’re not all on welfare and have HIV
Living in the ghetto listening to Snoop and Master P
Neither do we all have afros or big wangs
Running crack and whores always starting huge gangs
We’re actors, singers, politicians and even ball players
Just trying to make it like all the haters
Next black person you see don’t seem them as black
But just another person paying taxes fighting back

Cellular phone
I call my friend in need of cheer
Send her right over with a case of beer
All night she tells her beau she’ll be gone
Because this friendship needs a new love bond
We’ll complain about men and how they suck
Remembering we go home to one- oh such luck
Tell her your life puzzle piece by piece
Then passing out waking to more beer and chip grease

Club everyone
An ageless club where everyone just talks
Thousands come weekly down to children, parents, jocks
Everyone brings food its all up to them
Word of mouth started by only a stem
What might you ask brought this peaceful unite
Only stronger communities who all demanded no fight
A dollar at the door helps the poorest in the club
No memberships required but only eating fun grub
Everyone’s all level there’s no upper or no lower
Arrogance, stupidity or meanness is shoved right out the door
Games for everyone are constantly explored
A place like this possible would bring many a floored

Congrats!
I stumped on your day by getting you down
Making you feel like a jackass or dumb foolish clown
You were heightened with desire but especially by me
Never have I experienced such attentive glitzy
I admit I get jealous but just won’t admit
Instead I get psycho and throw a mad fit
Quite frankly I’m glad and truly do care
That you’d share your happiness with decorative share
I shall not repeat my little cycle of fear
But sharing the excitement with a six pack of beer
Whatever it may be I’ll be on your side
Even helping you like I’m some helpful guide

Corpse personality
In that brain of yours is a lifeless scale of personality alive
Pleasing the public is a selfish mode of being restless arrive
Traveling in circles without stops here and there can suck
Below the bridges are mysteries of shallow waters and duck
Open your meadows to more than zoned in parameters of bore
Embellishing your biography of chuckled dance fork lore
You’re not going to be the topic at the church judge meeting
There’s no such thing as being over silly with nervous heating
Bloom with the spring uplifting your mature playful ways
Once living in terror we can now bury the suspicious dull delays

Forget them
Who says they’re uglier? --you’re no saint of all beauty seen
Who says they’re fatter? --you’re no saint of all skinny bean
Who says they’re dumber? --you’re no saint of all smart jacks
Who says they’re slower? --you’re no saint of all quick sacks
Who says they’re poorer? --you’re no saint of all rich kings
Who says they’re weirder? --you’re no saint of all normal dings
They are more comfortable than you ever will see
They grasp so much more than you witness to be
They listen more carefully with even a heart to the ear
They tuck in themselves to anyone remotely close or near
They’re not your problem so just move on with yourself
No connection you’ll seek so forget them and remain the elf

GAVE UP MY CHILD
sometimes when a bonds broke by force
the power behind it could be stronger than a horse
broken apart and likely never to be found
my sadness for my loved one sheds another pound
hopefully by fate we’ll catch any moment spent
taking away this dark hole, which left a huge sad dent
if by chance you read this, know I forever cared
many days went really long, finding you was something I sweared
for some strange reason I knew you grew up okay
that’s what I want to think, stamped in my mind it’ll stay

Gibberish
Unconcern for others they only speak on their half
When in pain they’ll sarcastically just laugh
You wonder at all if they function with the world
Surprised you think when you see not a tooth is pulled
Snoopy comes to mind when a world of theirs is spoken
Gibberish of mumbles that are pieces all broken

Guarded
Continual flags up keeping up this paranoid fear
Do I feel like everybody or do I feel like nothing here
Bombarded by people I drown in painless head fright
Where are these delusions of eyes piercing my own light
Why can’t I smile wondering what you think of thyself sharp
There’s no musical charm to a broken melody harp
Charming to few does my anxiety hold me back so
Heart racing fast when around others in this fanciful show
Down under in pain I’m my own personal fear of social stress
Missing out in the public of the worlds humanity mess

I read others well
I am a poet and write from thy heart
I’m by far a genius but pretty damn smart
I can sense people- either here or just there
Conversations are limited to those I don’t dare
Minds are insightful but little really do read
The title of others or the stories of much plead
You know they have thought but only poison comes out
There’s so much drainage in their head with only one route
I only attempt for others I truly do love and care
It’s only drama 101 and a fake mask I wear
I’m tickled all over when another’s pretty level
But never criticize because I’m by far the devil

Intentions
Quite simply knowing every single
person and their habits is rather
impossible
We’re all raised differently with
endless types of personalities and
moods
Many mean well because they know
how cruel the world can be and just
want to help really
Its not that they’re cruel but
their intentions were to help
you out
They didn’t say quit eating so much
because you’re disgusting but to be
healthy
They didn’t’ say it all to be mean
but to help you out in a small
way
Next time don’t take it as a
cruel comment but as a helping
guide
Always with good intentions

Interpretations
when one gives themselves it
shouldn’t be all one person
it should be broken down
into many pieces for all
giving it to one person you
don’t get the full story
if you give to many you’ll
have endless interpretations

Money doctor, caring doctor
Disease ignored I cried for my health
Was my doctors concern only money and wealth
Felt like a patient but only their next pay check
Health cares downhill I scream what the heck!
Hope turned to fear what could I ever do
Asking years back when I had no clue
Today I’m alive thanks to doctors like you my hero
Who really give a damn and not concerned for another fiero

Nervous tick
Aunt Betty had a weird
thing about her in
public that was crazy-
For this reason, I’d go
pick her up every
single Wednesday for lunch-
I’d always be early
because the public and
her was torture alone-
Anywho, she’d tap her
two front teeth constantly
and humm amazing grace-
Spent my whole life
making up pretend
relatives and weird
things about them-
My made up family
is better than no
family at all

PEOPLE COMPETE TOO MUCH IN THE WORLD POEMS

Transition
hopes to go to a better place
was only a nightmare no one
bothers to pass on
I’d take back my old life that was
miles compared to the inches I
have now
slowly I’m deteriorating
to millimeters
I want to go back to my poor
apartment, with my skinny cat,
locked doors, dripping faucet,
creaking, floors and the two photos
by my bed
transition of more and more are lies
glamorized with a better
life
I’m a shark in a volcano,
I’m an elephant in Antarctica
I don’t fit here anymore

Two Shoes
There were on occasions I
would actually be
calm and serene
For the most part I
only found the dark
half of people
I’d find their weaknesses
and go on about how
great I wasn’t them
They were my shoes-
I was their left and
they were my right
I can’t walk without
them. They’re part of
my calmness and serenity

YOU CAN NEVER BE OVERCONFIDENT
ignore and forget snob people in our world
there’s much more in life like being hugged and curled
enjoy your position and stand big what you’re for
the same all the time can be such a bore
being real perky can light up any room
you’ll enter with sparks and leave with a boom
words and looks could only damage themselves
forever gathering dust on old wooden shelves
because they’re old books and never ever read
growing moldy and blue like weak crumbling bread
don’t care what they think and shift your focus on now
see other fields and be that purple wondrous cow

NATIVE AMERICAN POEMS

What we’ve gained
Thank you for moving me off of my land
Moved to some place like sardines in a can
It only happened because my people were weak
Once we were free to stand high on some peak
Today we stand proud and gather as one
No longer hiding or having to run
Its been many years and we still have our will
Represented in the law or even a bill
We are a few people wanting respect in return
If you think of us lower then deep down you’ll burn
What we’ve gained out of this is strong shade of lives
Diversified children with different husbands and wives

Closet Shame
From what I’ve seen I’m not really proud
What doesn’t exist and what’s actually allowed
I don’t act “real Indian” so I’ve been told
Some of my tradition I guess I never did hold
I only see ugly the way they treat each other poor
Then I feel pity because of the ongoing war
An existence I feel but often don’t witness
Lost in the scheme of rank, greed and political bitterness
Holding this closet shame in terrible doubt
Their ears from the elders said this isn’t what it’s about

Mine By Right
Go away leave me be
God made this land and tree
I was here first so just go
You don’t own this so low so low
This is mine by right go right now
Next time you come I demand a bow

Native American
I know only two Native
American words:
that’s fried bread and beer
I party like its 1999,
have a car that runs on
one gear called fast, many
teepee friends (wink, wink)
and a dream job of
watching all the TV
I want on moms couch
Yeah I’ll give you a ride
but beer talks
my motto is say no to drugs and
yes to fried bread and beer
and an occasional pow wow
at any Indian casino

LONELINESS CAN BE LONELY

Window
on the way back to work passing
the coffee shop I can only
see the Oscars and the
red carpet because it’s a
role they put on to hide
the real truth of misery’s
flashy buttons and zippers

Zoned In
Grounded by fear I stay in my zone
I don’t want to party I don’t want a loan
I’m my own entertainment and do quite well
I don’t need others for my head to swell
Go head call me selfish but I tell no big lies
I don’t fit well with either the girls or the guys
I’m not going to say that I’m above you or them
I’ve always been comfortable, alone in my stem
I doubt I could ever change my own silly ways
I’m pretty content with all of my ways
So I’m not exciting or extremely real fun
But I do know some things, that’ll obviously stun

Absolutely Alone
only my heart wept tears
all the places I drove
slapped me with pain
smiles became desperate
hellos
every day drags on slowly
dreams were about anyone
with me
Resentment froze my soul
of life
A damnation so cruel to
be so alone
absolutely alone

CRY FOR HELP
I’m here in body but not in spirit
I have much to say but no one can hear it
no wait I’m confused I just can’t think straight
what are my plans- come on- give me fate!
sometimes I wish I could fall off this earth
never seen again or even given no birth
if by chance you read this poem- please feel no pity
my no ambitions and laziness is not seen as pretty
don’t waste your time on someone pathetic like me
help someone beautiful who’d love to be set free
no wait this is a plea- just hear out my pain
clouds settle in- pouring everything like rain

EMPTY, ALONE AND SAD
alone and lonely I’m all scared
I thought for sure that someone cared
there’s no one to hold me when I cry
no one would even know if I were to die
I watch TV and wish I were there
any old character just so all can stare
I go walking and try to clear my mind
happy families walking is all i could find
I go home, eat dinner and go to bed
sometimes wondering why I’m not dead

JENNA-RAL YEAH ABOUT ME POEMS

With Passion
When I cry
I cry passionately
When I laugh
I laugh passionately
When I hug
I hug passionately
When I fight
I fight passionately
When I eat
I eat passionately
When I write
I write passionately
When I clean
I clean passionately
When I forgive
I forgive passionately
When I share
I share passionately
When I live
I live passionately
When I die
I’ll die with passion

WONDERFUL ME OF COURSE
Jenna is the nicest girl
she sings, dances and can even twirl
wakes up early to the morning shine
thinking of her life, always feeling fine
to the many out there who know her well
always knows she brings chime to a bell
so thank her for being such a cool friend
doing anything 4 anyone, backwards she will bend

Yearning to Live
Escaping myself I run to anyone
Needing a relapse of inescapable fun
Drive far south to a glacier on hand
Wandering me from earth finally I’m banned
Drifting like a raft I happily go
No where for me I never wanted a show

Yes I’m all here
I spit out yes’s and bark out no’s
My mind wanders off and no one knows
I accumulate so much and take out so little
I’m not left or right but mostly in the middle
I’ll be last to laugh because I learn really slow
Others ask often, “does she really know?”
I do know the difference between wrong and right
I’ll try really hard and even put up a good fight
To prove I’m not mental or quack-ly insane
But someone who’s forgetful with much more to gain
So next time we talk just know I’m on this earth
I’ll expand my mind more and give it all my worth

SPOOKY HALLOWEEN POEMS

Phobia Beyond
Where on earth you come from
Much I can take but you take my love drum
Pit of my being is coward gone wild
Terror fully frightened, much worse than a child
Breathe in breathe out I say fear not again
As I try to convince myself before I eagerly run
Burn you shit you phobia beast
Entail your reasoning with that at least

Picnic
Key elements needed in the picnic afternoon
Mostly food and grass with love all in tune
Then twenty unicorns to fly to the rainbow of gold
Prancing with lilies in the windy roams of the untold
Off to the caves where the leprechauns sing drunk
Battling only dance wars of only chocolate chip chunk
Ending with ferries who really do sprinkle chuckling dust
Picnics on Saturn always a Saturday must

PROTECTIVE
the moon is gray the moon is blue
my ten month baby is always true
i lift him up he smiles real big
his real light body feels like a twig
the suns gone down and all is dark
no one comes near because of the roaring bark

Quiet Neighbor
Stares becoming more and more
uncomfortable
How long can one take this chaos
of hidden envy
Increasingly cautious the trips
outside are shorter
The friendly hellos turn to being
more alert
The inability to do anything
makes me vulnerable
He wouldn’t hurt a housefly
they’d say
But an Antarctica chill down
the spine said elsewhere
Wreck less as an elderly couple
behind the wheel
Motions of a billion planets
colliding I caved into my bed
and closed the curtain

Scared
I’m sitting on the bed and see some waves
They seem all wavy, black and blue caves
Moments before David was poking away
I seem so fuzzy lying in a cloudy gone stray
What the hell is happening only one can tell
Is this a good sign or a scare straight from hell
What’s with the haze, am I dreaming or what
My body isn’t moving I want David’s touch now
To bring me back now from this paralyzed plow
What really happened is probably dreamy state
Or some weirdass realm we can never recreate

Witches Brew
I’m stirred up with loads of emotions
I want some passion made from some potions
I’ll share it proudly for all those in need
Mix them with pleasure and use every seed
I’ll go to exotic places and exchange some brew
Get the latest plants by always seeing the new
Even pour some scents as well as my heart
I’ll make it my own love of personal art
Anything to help me cheer up my shame
By pursuing this love and making a claim

Eyes of Death
Walking slowly and fearfully towards
Him
There’s death and evil
His
Eyes- staring right pass my soul
He
Curls chills all along my spine- Then
He
Pleasurably enjoys my fear with
His
No regard to no one else but
Him
Self and my dead body on
His
Naked skin doing obscene horror

Fear
A man known as fear had only
One defense going for him
He spooked children with nightmares
Created weapons of destruction
Used the hands to beat and torture
Created money to make many defenseless
But no one knew fear except
Those who have faced it or
Smelled it with a creeping sensation
Down the neck or in your own
Home and neighborhood

Feared Nightmare
She woke up in terror and imagined the worst
Her heart ripped out and feeling though as if cursed
Dream so real it woke her sudden and scared
Wide awake now her head drenched in sweat flared
To lose one you love like in that terrible cloud
Becomes real uneasy and never will be allowed
Nostradamus she’s not she is no fortune teller
But only a woman who is a loud yeller
Just woken from sleep can be realistically weird
Like for some reason you were meant to be feared

Freaked
They are scary and jump from nowhere
You stand there wondering if you’re okay
Walking faster you sense something
You get your keys ready and don’t drop your bags
You’re in, you drop your bags, run to the blinds
Nothing there but wind and paranoid shadow
Or is there something there
Who knows, next time you’ll be prepared

Ghost
Now a shadow to me I look to the sun
Where is the figure I laugh at for fun
No science of mystery can explain this fog
Numerous times I’ve stared when on a walk or a jog
Everywhere else stands shades of fences and trees
Not for me I ask, I suddenly pause and ask please
Why can’t I see the mere shadow of just me
I have no answers or the element key
Trying for months there’s just nothing there
I even tried when the strongest sun hit flare
Nothing will explain my shadow less core
Nor the emptiness of wandering red sore

Half moon, half empty
As if all were calm people were only half crazy
Moon half awake how could it be so lazy
We seek the craziness of when you are full
Playing the walking dead and conking the skull
Werewolves of terror we damage only the fridge
Howling out the front porch tearing up some bridge
Come out right now you other half of the moon
Even come the doubters who believe we’re all loon

Halloween Spell
Just last night was my very first time
Something so heinous as murderous crime
I picked a night so terribly fearsome
Halloween night with a full moon so gruesome
I made up my spells and combined my potions
Everyone noticed from the lakes to the oceans
I pointed all directions and read what to do
Not having any idea or the slightest small clue
That my power has ridden all from beyond
I’m the only one left- the whole world is gone

My Halloween
I killed the man who I thought really sucked
He bored the hell out of me and never really fucked
He thought he was all that and some more
But underneath it all he was the hugest big snore
I chopped him up into a bunch of itty little bits
Feeding the dogs who were his mean little shits
No one cared he was gone from this earth
Nothing much more he was or ever really worth
Why did I do such an insane type of crime?
Because this mean man was lower than outhouse slime
He promised me the world and only gave me hate
To go below my mentality and way over the gate
In hell I’ll burn for all that I’ve done
Just from the pull of a short rifled gun

Mystic Madame
I never met a dull person that really had no light
I find their soul seeking what makes them bright
I capture their beauty seeing what they can offer
It may be in their walk, attitude or in their cougher
Whatever it may be I look way down and deep
It may take minutes or years- I don’t let it sleep
I create a field of mind where I know their aura square
Much of this gift was just blessedly rare
Not much a gift but a reading in to the eyes you might say
Where I’ll put you as a character in my own drama of play
All I do is say yes believing you’re close to new heights
Grab you by your britches and send you off with new kites
Mystic Madame I am who will greet you to new forms
Blessing yourself always with more upbeat of norms
Come to me always but soon I shall run into you soon
I’ll make your shoulders lighter taking off the big balloon

HELL BREAKING OUT EVERYWHERE POEMS

Overcompensate
Fighting with my insecurities
I’ll commonly make the worse
Decisions possible
Food will be my best friend
Telling me I’d look good in the
Fashion Plus world
Just so I’m the talk of town I’ll
Hide my inner monster and turn
Into fun Jane with alcohol
I will be absolutely loud and
Obnoxious trying to overcompensate
My weirdness
I’d take the fifth amendment most
Of the time claiming I really do have
The right to remain silent
Best of all, I get crazy with
The mirror plucking, pulling, combing,
Brushing or even adjusting

Circles
When I go on and on about
Their faults about
How they drink entirely too much
Probably see other men
You yell too much
How lazy you’ve become
You have too many girlfriends
You’re more selfish than most
You spend too little time with so and so
How you consider cleaning boring
How you pick too many fights
How your lack of goals is effortless
How you borrow cars with no thanks
How they washed your dishes again
How they never help buy anything
How terrible parents they are
How they could have done this
Or that, better, neater,
More finesse or other faults!
I turn these words into a vicious
Cycle going around to me that’s
A never ending war. Sorry.
Then my words spread like a fire. The
Flames burning not only my soul but
You and those in my circle of fire+

Alcohol Aisle
I frown at the alcohol aisle.
Wishing anyone who
walked near the aisle would trip and crack
their head and
never drink again-
the terror in the soul when
one drinks becomes more
it becomes my horror movie
with fright, jumps, intensity and scares!
turn it around with popcorn and pickle though can
help-
Oh I dread that aisle.
How much terror it has caused and
will continue to do

Power of The Box
The hype of the box can make us go mad
Or it could make us extremely sad
We penetrate our minds with boggled junk
Attracted to models or some masculine hunk
Some common bonds are from the live shows
Along with the sports we watch with the bros
Smothered with commercials we’re drowned by the ads
Making transitions or the latest in fads
The truth can hurt more than the evening time flick
Because we’ll watch or rent for our own favorite chick
Evening news stories gives no real hope
Actually hanging on by a gas fired rope
Little good they show because it don’t matter
Head corporate wallets only get bigger and fatter
We’re sucked in with comedy, drama and lust
Which is with us forever behind mystery or bust
Wanting their lives we shrivel to clay
Turning on with remote practically everyday

Predator
Air to the wind thought Mr. Dave
Throwing everything away he got him a slave
Hundreds years younger he gained her trust
Even allowed him some pelvic thrust
Her still growing he did not care
Others before her did not dare
This true he’s fucked because his mom knows best
In jail he will stay and die simple rest

Rotten Fruit
You squeeze violence out of orange
Juice you can get the seeds
You cut it then its all over the
Place with stench
You spread the juice then many
Think its common
The peelings should be kept on
Along with tangerines, mandarins,
Apples, peaches and grapefruits
Tangerines are the jealous fruits
Mandarins the greedy fruits
Apples are the envy fruits
Peaches are the sexual fruits
Grapefruits are the revengeful
Murderous fruits
You make a fruit salad all
Hell breaks loose
Gather those seeds and forget the
Cutting and the juice

Sadly, it happens
They have their own fears with imagination unseen
Who will ever know if they will seek a soul so clean
A low blow to them is as common as a shower
Being cold to the world is their own way to tower
Attracted to them is wicked partners of the alike
A war against them then they step away from the mic
You think they changed as the years have gone by
Not at all surprised you just figuratively shake why

Sheeps Clothing
Under the store of blank hid the impossible of kind gesture
Feeding on my terror kept filling his madness with more manure
Most of my instincts told me my desperations not that bad
Little rendezvous vibe thrown in years so I invite him to my pad
Where is your car looking in the parking lot of very few
A wanderer of death my last day here on earth was way undue

Small town murder
They say it’d never happen in this ole town
Everyone knew each other and what went down
Churches were on practically every block
Such sadness increased with the outline chalk
Who would murder such a beautiful thing
In the middle of junior high with what to bring
No reason at all, this can’t be true
Speculations arose but practically everyone knew

Snobbery Dead
I shoved some light up some priss
Made them pucker into lovely kiss
Burped out their misery of selfish mold
Rang their tears out when blanket cold
Shared their fortunes with elves and shrimp
Polished the clothes down to sour grape pimp
Pain of snobbery I killed with such glee
Epidemic ran course because snobbery choked free

Stay inside
I stay inside form uncomfortable glances
From pre-conceived judgments
From the awkward confused
From blood thirsty mosquitoes
From the sick spreading their illness
From cigarettes, alcohol and drugs
From the wretched evil pain of inhumanity
I stay inside to hide my warrior ness

Stubborn
I question forgiveness and wonder why many don’t
Makes matters worse for whenever they don’t
A stubborn bear will stay in its shell
Ballooning their head and making it swell
It only gets worse as time goes by
Truth gets denied and everything’s a lie
Just say sorry and let anger be gone
Start new and fresh at every new dawn
I don’t even like to see you this way
Like a rotting tooth ready to fall from decay
So brush away that plaque of stinkin’ rot
Look past your wall and see what you got

Suffocated
My killer and I crossed years before
One Fourth of July I needed to score
Bringing only quarters and cigs I was ready to play
Little would I know I’d be his victim of prey
I played with his mind wanting his wallet
He seen me as easy, one who can’t really call it
Exposing my weakness he buys me my wants
Later regretting that these will be my haunts
So to himself he has no one real close
Obviously the same he’s my new heavy dose
A heavy closet temper comes with a half rack
Hardly did I dare to ever have him to my back
Nor talk to another who I thought cute
Only to hear hours of infuriating dispute
One times too many I’d be frightened from words
I knew already he killed women by the herds
Silent I was forced or he’d threaten with eyes
No longer with him he sharpens my highs
Scared I would tell he visits my place
My suffocation--many never will embrace

Talking Trash
Deceptive to sting bites of blood with utter chaos
In their web you’ll go and be fed for toss
Everyone an enemy gets absolutely no attention
They pop your pride with words of prickling pin
Deceptively acting with Oscars at hand most days
Secretly imitating everything about your magnetic ways
Not a sense of common lick you wonder of this fish
Back away from them then they pour out their gibberish
Round two begins with lies fabricated even more sour
Where the talking trash goes forever about last hour

Thall shall not
No matter how great I felt
Beautiful I felt
Sexy I felt
Smart I felt
Nice I felt
Wonderful I felt
Cute I felt
It never melted the emotional
Distraught of nowhere to go-
I thought I felt better because
I was a forbidden Goddess-
How inhumane I feel when I
Thought I wanted to be that
Forbidden Goddess-
Heads flew, guitar strings broke,
Melodies were silent and all
Control ripped like
An old t-shirt
How messy flesh can leave scars

Throughout time
temptation burns our soul
burns starting with
full candle but dies
out with all the wax burnt
and nothing but shredded
wax
jump onto an iceberg
and avoid the fire
throughout time we’ve
been this burning candle
now we’re on an iceberg
away from any fire
temptations burning us
already
we need to decide if we’ll go
to that iceberg
before we’re shredded wax

You’re out
I hope you feel better
You’re a jackass
I hope you feel better
You’re a drunk
I hope you feel better
You’re a shoulder dander
I hope you feel better
You’re the zit on my ass
I hope you feel better
Your health is great
I hope you feel better
You’re alone- all alone
I hope you feel better
Your greatest love is you
I hope you feel better
You’re off my shit list
I hope you feel better
You’re out of my life

100* Temper
Careful with words I choose so wisely in mind
A great deal of time I’m carefully being real kind
Out of proportion he’ll interpret with exaggeration blown
With no hesitation there’s soon many a broken bone
Elements of drugs and alcohol increase the volcanic beast
Flaring to a maniac with sociopath emotions of cold deceased
Respect I give remembering the fuse is short indeed
Because I know that fist of the knockouts do bleed

Alcohol my friend
My best friend tells me lots of things
That I’m universally powerful over numerous kings
He also says headaches are gone with him there
Number of his buddies anxiously join with despair
Dancing on their behalf I tumble and break
Friends getting real nervous for minutes I’m unawake
Two more buddies left I need more right now
Telling me more good stuff I just don’t know how
Friends enjoying my company in the old truck
Pulled over by the sheriff- my friends are bad luck

All an act
was this the nice part or the
part that wanted something
out of me nice?
can’t tell anymore if he
wants to be good or just
trying to put on an act
testing him I said no
he walked off screaming
I’m a bitch anyways
for sure I know he wanted
something but its always
an around case type of thing
why the sociopath attitude
I don’t get it anymore
more than usual anyways
are his compassionate brain
cells fried up along with his
common sense cells
just to make it clear
be on your toes with his
manipulations and temper

An earful of help
I pour my heart into your lava of pain
Never again shall you feel bubbled insane
I swallow your words and play around with your head
Digging your past and what will come to shred
Pickling in thoughts you wander through doors
Opening up waters through many oceans of shores
You fathom your options seeking what is best
Speculating ends and where you want your nest
I say very little while you drown in quick sand
Nothing stays bottled or heavily canned
Revive you I have with only words and two ears
Keeping your energies away from drugs ‘n beers

Annoyance
Annoyed to be around them, I can inflame my grouchiness
Finding myself a bomb ripping heads with no calmness
Every word from them is poison- you think are they real
Your constant unliking says this you should not feel
Only respect itself keeps me from yelling fuck off forever
Or knocking them cold with a wooden made lever
Behind the breath of few I secretly act out my disgust
Only to remember their brain functions on only one cell dust

Barrier of Trust
You knocked down the wall that once held our trust
Now as my enemy I demand us to keep down this bust
Go away now this feeling of hurt will always be here
Unlike before you were me in that long lost mirror
Where’d we go wrong or where’d we even freakin’ start
This feud of World War III somehow scaled off the chart
Interpreting your words as lies to my skin flowing deep
Every whisper from your breath is disgustingly cheap

Beer I am
Started as a hop I grew for a purpose
Then I was shipped, with hardly no fuss
With many flavors I’m big in command
On millions of rocks is where I proudly stand
Cans and bottles is my predominant home
But it is beer bellies where I permanently roam
I stay clear from the sodas and the juices of sort
Little can I do to make them give up their fort
Certainly I’ve proven to pen even the dullest
And caused some accidents on even the coolest
I even have a meeting named especially for me
Where many do come and desire to flee
Many do fail and only come back for more
Who knows what reason, I always do score

Big Man
Coward, where’d you pick up this trait
You even started as early as when I was eight
I can’t comprehend the space of our walls
Even fear in mom no one heard my calls
Disturbed, disturbed mostly you I think why
Bastard in hell you go I will not cry

Blue Moods
Staring at the wall
moving in and
caving
me in-
but scared
of being there too
long. Why am I talking to
myself? Is this pain or suffering?
Give
me freedom
from unthinkable hurt
where I’ll smile easily, walk
with no tension and care again about
everything from family to nature
from wanting another
air of fresh air-
Please

Boiling
unnoticed everywhere like a
ghost in a crowded room
shaved the beard, eat well, have
a nice car and even dress nice
no acknowledgement though- making
the world smaller so I feel bigger
I’ll make them notice me tomorrow
by doing some thing extreme and huge
what to do…what shall I do to
make myself scene in the world
frustration of anger kept boiling
I wanted to be a human too
fuck all of you! tomorrow I’m coming
with a steroid new version of me
that very next day I moved
I moved to where they’d notice
before I drove I decided to leave
them all behind and forget them

Borderline Insanity
Shoved in the corner I stare for hours
More pills to take those birds look like towers
My nurse is undercover I know I’m next to go
What they don’t know I’ll physically show
They say I’m paranoid but this world will end
Playing fun card games I easily do blend

Borrowing
The book you let them
read
The money they for sure
would pay back
The car that was
returned empty
The shirt you never
seen again
The ladder that’s
next door
The favorite pair of
fingernail clippers
The bowl that you
seen in her cupboard
You never forget who,
when or what- you
just know you’ll
never see it again
and never let them
borrow again

Bounce
you sucked out the innocence and
purity that should have waited
till she was a full grown adult
now she’s going to be affected
for the rest of her life that
can’t be erased from memory
you can make balls bounce
but you take a sharp pin
and deflate the bounce to it
a time will come when
your justice will be that
pin deflating your bounce
it won’t be me, her or anyone
else but you know who
and it will be unexpectingly quick

Chaos
My brother took my car
I shall not speak to him
My sister owes me $200
I won’t talk to her
He said she said
They’re always getting drunk
Why are you talking to her
Put it on the calendar she
Actually helped clean
Does he ever quit eating
Who took my dollar
I always have to buy
Give me back my money
Touch me again your ass is
on the floor
Its your turn to do it
Why do I have to its their kids
You’re so fat quit eating
Subtle as it may be, loathing
Can creep in the shadows

Coercion
Watch the deceit in front and back
Its there
Watch the lies unfold with drama
Its there
Watch subtle fighting turn to wars
Its there
Watch power collide with intense greed
Its there
Watch the struggles of coercion before you
Its there

Delicate matter
A child afraid is one too many
This duty I feel is forcefully uncanny
I shall move this child in a loved home
Where they’re raised as a child in a playful dome
They won’t face fear or hunger on my clock
Just living their age with others to flock
Dictator
I got fat off the land
I got smarter in a smartass world
I got arrogant in a cocky society
I got angry when someone invaded my fat
I got jealous when one were to be smarter
I felt hate when they’d try to be bigger
Men under me, looking up to me and behind me
Anything, anytime at the snap of my fingers

Drunkard
he’ll go on about his every
anger on the shelf or what
I need to work on
he’ll stumble everywhere hitting
his head every now and then
he’ll call every woman he sees
beautiful except you
he’ll be the person you
never imagined yourself ever
wanting to be with and/or worse
he’ll tell you he only had a few
and that he’s not too bad
he’ll show you exactly why
drinking is terrible and
that one day down the
road there isn’t going to
be a next time with me
or maybe anyone else

Empty heart, Empty taste
A woman she’s not, she has real low morale
Not a friend to her name, not one single pal
A fun night for her is hurting another guy
Lying to his face and saying all love is pie
Only to leave him and never call him again
True love she can’t find or never knew when
She roams the earth with clouds in her brain
Making it worse and always feeling hurt pain
She conforms to little and does nothing much
Going to another and hungering for his touch

Envy
Skin is smooth and silky fine
Their car is nicer probably goes 99
Everyone talks to them I have not one soul
They look like a statue not one hideous mole
They traveled everywhere I go no place far
If they could get a mate why am I the hardy har
Clothes real nice I bet they’re spendy cool
House that big is there a backyard pool
That much money I could buy lots of things
They have many carats on all their rings

Evil One
In hell you’ll stay, that’s where you belong
You’ve done no good and only played up the wrong
Animals fear you cuz you’re so damn cold
You never listened to anything told
A joke to you was having a dead foe
Or being real greedy with loads of dough
Too dark you are and only insane
Causing loads of chaos and hurtful pain
Burn in your wrath and rest in stone
Down to your flesh and your very last bone

Fight
Drying the tears with the Sahara heat
In comes the support team, oh what a fleet!
Men are the devils speaking openly free
Black white to them why no colors do see
turned in spirals what was the main point
Left in a scurry taking the last happy joint
First boiling from anger now frozen from shock
Rattling the brain with every second of the clock

First time
with your own eyes you’ve
scene- or some call it
witness an act of crime
right in front of you!
you casually turn
away quickly as if this
didn’t really just go down
it did- then you do the
curious question of did
you see my wallet?
others look mysteriously
but this guys nervous
looking straight but
towards this way with peripheral
maybe $5-8 and an old picture
of mom- he took it
yes he did and I let him
that was the first time
I was robbed and seen
a criminal at work

Fix
its not that you’ve tried with
all your might
or that you never listened
they could care less what
you feel or what you have
to say today or tomorrow
their drive in life right now is
their next fix and
any means in doing so
you could loan them all the
money in the world and it’d
never help them one bit
all it’d do is drag out their
nasty habit of them
wearing you down even more
rehabilitation might
help depending on their
level of desperation
lies, deception and ugliness is
what you’ll continue to get if
they never get help- complete hell

Flinch
I thought he was starting to hit me again
Such a man he was- when I was ten
Flashbacks of terror I only see his eyes
He never did care not hearing my cries
Not a soul within reach I screamed only inside
Most of the time I’d just want to hide
Coming to terms with alcohol came early
Never again will I find something girly
Grown up young I never wanted to stay
Nuns would praise me wanting me to pray
Today I’m okay and blessed with clues
I know well enough the great people I choose

Forget you
I thought you cold, you heartless pig
I thought you wrong, you’re full of swig
Now we laugh and smile at all
Always catching each others downfall
I thought you wrong, you filthy swine
Never again shall we go out and dine

Graveyard guidance
I downed a case of natural ice beers
Drove in my truck with smiles and cheers
I passed on double lines with fingers crossed
Somewhere is my quarter I think I lost
Picking up speed to the next tavern bar
When a lunatic car slowly crushes me far
Circles happen and bangs shatter down
With their guidance I’m in the graveyard town

Guilt Free
Is there such a feeling of guilt
in your heart
Because you’re so wicked in
the mind so apart
Things you’ve done would
shake many heads
Even roll the eyes of
where you ventured in beds
I guess its an asset you
hardly ever think twice
Of many due consequences
in your game of dice

Hate burnt you black
Unwilling to participate in life was wrong
Dirt of a corpse you were with no melody song
Victims were nothing but your pleasure of rid
One less torment you thought, taking less of your grid
No emotional light you unconsciously grew fierce
Meddling with dark forces in body you would pierce
Seek your own planet of burnt dust and dark clouds
Alone from everyone else and far from any crowds

Hidden terror
Can’t stand it, won’t stand it or will attempt it
I’m not the actor of mighty Shakespeare Hamlet
Who knows where his hands have been probably full of shit
I know there’s mice in there like a dungeon brightly lit
What??!! Talk to them with this monstrocious zit
Eat some of this dessert…no way-- I’m trying to be fit
I’m never going to fail I shall never ever quit
No make-up in the public on that I surely do spit
In the public again this is more than just a bit
Overnight I aged thousands along with ass and tit
Yeah I’ll swim in the deep part with a lifeguard kit
Cobwebs all over I know they’re sure bound to hit
You’re leaving me- I thought we had the perfect love skit
I’m still alive! I’m still alive! Get me out of this dirt pit
Naked they all see me this is just a horror movie of clit
This can’t be my final day…this just can’t be it
Can’t stand it, won’t stand it or will attempt it

Hunters
countless melodies
towards the skies
rockets of pillows to
soften the lies
where’s the women who
spread for small cash
or the men who laugh
at the sight of hard lash
amusing the wolves
the sheep didn’t run
away from the teeth
of the enemies gun
in the attic the
praise will go hide
with dust collected
until the hunters come find

Hypocrite
telling me to do this and that
but
you- you of all people
murk stained blood rot
like a heinous rat
you- you the adulterous
who steals purity,
lies to find arguments,
curses God for your selfishness
you let your guard
down by the overkill of
repeating my weaknesses
but
it was my reality telling
me to say leave without
looking back to your spite

I hate her
I hate her I hate her
She drives me insane
I hate her I hate her
She’s arrogantly so vain
I hate her I hate her
She smothers my ass
I hate her I hate her
She’s made of dark glass
I hate her I hate her
She’s jealously low
I hate her I hate her
Unattractive she don’t know
I hate her I hate her
Why don’t she leave
I hate her I hate her
She’s now my pet peeve
I hate her I hate her
The way she got old
I hate her I hate her
She suddenly came cold

I NEED TIME TO CALM MYSELF
Go away and leave me alone
Just for right now there’s no dial tone
I don’t want to hurt you with ugly mean words
One after another going fast like sheep herds
Give me time to think and let me straighten my thoughts
Everything’s blurry like millions of dots
Right now I’m confused and only anger comes first
I could pull hair and even make my head burst
So for right now could you just leave me be
Before I turn violent and have moves like Bruce Lee
Give up the notion we’ll have a deep talk
Mother natures calling and she said take a walk

If I had money
As a false greatness, money in my
Reach would be disastrous
I’d break off ties with my family and friends
Who are wanting to borrow excessively
I’d have extravagant luxurious homes,
Condos or suites across the world
I’d have garages built for the
Many endless cars I’ve collected
I’d slothfully party all the time and
Have sleazy multiple partners
I’d give caution to the wind with
Casual cocaine, arrogant alcohol and much more
I’d arrogantly flash my wealth with
Endless jewelry and fine clothing
I’d have only rich friends who would
Also vainly have business meetings
I’d always try to out do them too so
The ooohhs and ahhhhs are for me only
I’d pay anyone at any level so I’d
Never be in the nets of the law
Most of all, I’d love money the most
Because that’s my source of happiness
Through the cracks others would
Fall if they try to take my happiness

Is It True
Is it true you stabbed her in the back
That she slept with another in your own Cadillac
You hated her so much you murdered her cold
Planning so carefully you knew this’d unfold
Or is it true you killed out of your greed
To take the insurance- some scandalous deed
Bills to the sky you needed a fix out
Till death do you part, I’m sure now she has doubt

Joke
You’re not funny
Never were
You try to be but they
Laugh to make you feel better
Pay attention next time
To see if any of them have
Real laughs with genuine
Aching laughs- I’m trying to help you

KILL OR BE KILLED
days have gone by when I feel so misplaced
where my heart has turned black and all I’ve done was disgraced
my shame only piled so I turned around what I’ve done
making all better by shooting bad with my gun
knocking away the emptiness like I was an ox
letting out my feelings instead of in an empty box
I’ve explored better ways to avoid risky fights
leaving out anger which only stings and bites
I try to remember it really does no good
stepping in their shoes and right where they stood
gave it my all instead of a slow turtle walk
rather than being hunted i watch my prey like a hawk

My Addiction
I’ll take this vow and cement it forever
Because it is something I can not endeavor
It’s ruined my life in practically every way
I’ve wanted much more by even attempting to pray
Kidding myself with hopes that I will win
Knowing I’ve wronged from the very tempting sin
I’m very addicted and know I’ll do harm
Not only to myself but many others by alarm
I had every intention of just tripling then go
But in mere minutes I end up with no dough
Sadly leaving as an empty broke bum
Knowing I was a fool for being so dumb
A lesson I didn’t learn practically thousand$ ago
Will forever haunt my future with a very low blow
I tell you this now I can’t fight this bad drug
Just three feet more and I’ll be halfway all dug
Cold turkey I’ll attempt and it will be a battle
From the sensation of casinos, so hard to paddle

My struggle
I’ve slowly gained weight and I can’t seem to fight
When it comes to sweets I just have no might
My commitment to Ballys only faded to dust
Only working off a bite of gingerbread crust
This will soon change when I’m repulsed by myself
No longer hiding candy on the very top shelf
Or drinking up pop like it was nutritious
From this day forward I’ll find more delicious
Not some candy that’ll stick to my chin
Or cakes or cookies feeling like such a sin
No longer will I feel bad for eating all wrong
But exercising faithfully so I can be strong

Nightmare
I dreamt of you last night once again
Never in dream history has this ever been
Real to the touch but very shady in words
Once again we run like headless chicken herds
Is there any percentage to this cloud of life
Surely not so or Mr. Sandman gets the knife
I fear my mind for its horrid tales of shut eye
Clearly makes me ponder getting lesser zzz’s when I lye
Ridiculous I am for Nostradamous I’m not
A mere grain of something is more than I got

No compassion
Concern for another was never in their heart
Anger was their defense around anyone smart
They lie to your face with a smilish grin
Even take the knife out of your back and even then spin
A thank you or sorry would burn fire to their tongue
Respect means nothing because their harmony goes unsung
What feeds their behaviors is beyond one’s belief
Don’t expect them to be there when you are in grief
Or even there when you’re feeling your worse
For them its just heartless and continual discourse

No soul
skin crawling, hairs on the back
of neck raise
sense of uneasiness or terrible
anger
ugly chills around a being with
no soul can be awkward and unpleasant
a feeling
there’s this sixth sense feeling
always there guiding you to be on your
guard against the drenching pain of
one with no soul dangerously around
the corner
wanting to do who knows what