I’ll pretend it’s ok.

Make everyone happy

I’ll put on my smile

While I’m dying inside

Suffocating struggling for life

Same old worries and strife.

I’m not your Mother

I’m not your unwanted Whore

Why am I still here

I don’t know anymore.

But I’ll pretend it’s ok

Just like before

And I’ll choke back

The tears forevermore

What’s the point in trying

I’ve put back on my smile

See, it hangs slightly bent

Forever more.

I want out of this body

I want out of this life

So tired of the monotony

Of this damn life!

Tired of people telling me

To look within

Be grateful for what you got.

If you had to deal with what I

do every day you may have

something different to say.

I own a lot

Yet I strived for none

I've fought for null

But I have it all

They say I steal,

I poach and pilfer

I say I take, I embrace and I hold

If it is in my sight, it could be mine

When it is within my grasps, it becomes mine

For possesion is nine tenth the law

And so, I have only claimed what is righfully........mine

#Mine

Desolation; burning revelation.

A smell of wrought iron, the creation reduced to a purple cow; brackish meat raw, the stench befoul.

The Sun exposed a dim blood orange,

The last of fungi, and the last of the sporange.

Dew evaporating, a final sun.

One last day has begun.

The shadows of storms bellow across the sky.

Unfelt rain runs dry.

land exposed, starved rock;

everything is meat & livestock

a requite jest to the adiem, collapsing the stadium.

death to these walls in chains; screaming echo-less calls remain.

a angel falls through the sky.

One day a new rolled die.

A child plays alone in the winter. As the wind gently embraces him, his parents drift off to sleep.

Wandering away from home he finds himself flooded in thoughts of freedom, the catacombs of solitude became a sanctuary of relief and ease.

He thought to himself of the possibilities, where the sidewalk might take him and what he might see. Considering even the oddest of outcomes, the strangest of strangers, the ones he would avoid or the ones he’d like to meet.

There was so much beauty in the world that he was finally beginning to see. Trees that spiraled upwards for eternity, he would climb them to see from above the clouds. Pathways that dove down into the bowels of a new world. All of this was waiting for him. For what is life without the adventures of a beautiful mind?

The cloud smothered sky made tears that fell gracefully to the ground, he gazed up and opened his mouth, arms raised from his side spinning in circles. Circles that didn’t need approval nor care if they were seen.

Thunder raised its voice and the sky was painted with electric serpents that slithered between the clouds.

Running now. He ran with his arms still raised at his side, speeding through the rain. He takes a right to get off the sidewalk and follows a trail leading into an army of trees. Stopping abruptly in awe of the massive redwoods, imagining what it would be like to be so tall. “One day I’ll be this tall.” he thinks to himself and then continues running into the forest. Passing by tree after tree, reaching his hand out to feel them dampened by the rain. Faster he says, focusing his attention to the branches above him as the trunks blur by in his peripheral vision.

”To fly would be..” He felt weightless as his legs left the ground, he said ”i’m actually flying!” but in that brief moment of achievement he realized something that changed everything.

The cliff at reservoir canyon stands 80 feet above the river, the water being 27 inches deep, but the rocks are what really matter. People would gather from all over to hop from rock to rock above the rushing water.

Some people say that falling is very peaceful, the wind in your ears as you reach terminal velocity has a unique way of quieting the world. It’s like closing your eyes and being alone for the first time.

She hid ever changing, yet playful, subtle expressions in her gaze, cues promising motion 

as her curves and edges were admired by the oceans themselves.

She was the presence of a storm, each crash of a wave, was the feeling her beauty brought 

to the beating heart and lonely souls of her brothers and sisters. 

She had a classic style all of her own and could adorn any mantel or crown with radiance 

upon her soft bronzy skins glow and her exotic curious features. 

She was the kind of beautiful, you couldn’t write home about; words were simple: feeble 

and the effort would promote time lost in complete admiration.

She lit fire in ones eyes with her presence and to look away was often met with confusion 

then desperately chasing her bouncing figure and flowing mane.

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Of  the opaque side, towering though a superficial shadowed haze.

From the supernatural depths; they came to the mind through a monolith of amaze.        

As they spoke unified, time stood infinitude, fervent; ferocious; furious. A flurry, of fervorous fluous attitudes; & with their word’s climbing high; a continual subliminal latitude.

A unfolded  magnum opus; omniscient optimum quantified.  Aeon’s of unbroken remains,  unspoken penance’s by revenancy’s before ago had multiplied.

The howling sound resides beyond science’s own claws, as  madness’s crawling inside, above, and below, is without a natural plause.

A temporal tranquil silence of familiarity regained; a trembling from the shrill trill treble of the tale of troubles remained.

Memories wrought from a specter’s past brought hollow;

a void swallows a scepter whole of the will of the shallow.

A separation of a segmentation, a annotation of the truth; a revelation of lamentation from the path of the ruth.

#SownLaughter  #dreams #horror

A heart lost once spoken; a dream of ever life lasting more.

Seated in the darkest hour, facing the mirror to see the sun.

Mind before the calm, looking to see the sky's.

O feel the rain that falls beneath.

The birds long took flight.

Wishing over the lost waves shaped in smiles tender and dear to depart from the shore.

Like a broken glass shimmering and wavering by the stormy wind, dreaming of what could have been.

Only to see a reflection on the sea, with hope to raise sail.  

#SownLaughter

The Judge beckons, “All rise”.

A presented hearing to summarize.

The Lawyer; the victim; or a pro se takes to the stand.

A prose to elucidations negotiation; ratify by demand.

Expresions to lamentation; a deep filling sand.

A clause to cause; repress, omit, object.

A notion evident, a requisition decreed elect.

Evidence conceptualize, deep sighs,

a murmur, or a heave.

Elicit allegation’s, scorn, contempt, or relieve.

Attrition in volumes, evidential & quintessential.

Analyzing the stipulations; anecdotal, psychological, sentimental.  

A survey hearing en mass; our justice finding’s be;

we the elevated social class; by, for, and to penalty.

A injustice by silence; ego revaluated, a beguile being witted.

Voracious financial debate, hopes internally acquitted.

To elate a elicit debate, or to find a scalable mandate.

In Victory or denial; all justice stands on trial.

#SownLaughter