night time doth slowly encroach
on the creatures of the bush
their activity shall quieten
as the stars sparkle

Welcome to my nightmare of monstrosity,
A view, deep within a person's atrocity.
We live in a world where evil dethrones,
All what is left where light once shone.

From the depths, once we dreamed...
Now we crawl hiding from the beast within,
Through the infernal flames, we walked
Out from the darkness, once we thought.

It's endless and so it seems!
The suffering won't just die from within,
It rages through like blazing fire,
Devouring all of you and your desires.

What makes a nightmare? What makes it real?
Perhaps you're not dreaming? Maybe it's how it seems?
Waking up hoping for a difference,
Then forcing oneself to sleep
Just to pretend, to try escaping it!

With the absence of illusion one may suffer, not  knowing the truth!
Does it matter now? When you're consumed and left nothing to lose.
Just go on live your life! Or just end it! Enough design your demise!
Hiding, Cowering in the dark! Just to know you're all alone...

A living nightmare worst than when you're asleep,
No point of escaping either way you will face defeat.
For it is you who won't let go! Addicted with the affliction!
For you feed your demons with fears and desolation!

Hope you're happy and wiser.
Hope you read one of my poems.
Hoped you would after our comment exchange.
No response from you on any of mine about you
tells me you never read any of my poems.
Hoped you would say hello to me by now.
Hoped you would be the one I would take on vacation.
Sorry if you are still scared to death of relationships.
Hope one day you realize not all men leave.
I hope you're not thinking I posted garbage about you.
Hope you read this one because it's about you.
Hope you know I'm not into head games.
Hope you realize I would never hurt you.
Hope you come to realize I'm alive and not
just anonymous guy who writes poems about you.
Some days I want to lose hope that you know I'm alive.

This is no personal ad so please don't apply - I'm thinking in print.
Number one on my list is to be happy - want delivered a soul mate.
Planned long vacation - want that interesting talk all night companion.
Got the dream house - now wanting for a non-anorexic doll like barbie.
Got the job I always wanted - want the perfect one to call mine and spoil.
Love hearing musical laughter - want unique person with sense of humor.
That's 5 of 20 things on my list of what I want for Christmas & life.  
I've been a good man most of my life and know I deserve a great woman.

Easier to retell events by saying, "I have a friend" when I say friend it's me.
I have a friend who created a profile on a few sites. This one was for wanting
to get to know someone who writes poems but my friend is a not so good wannabe poet.
My friend is a good looking guy but with working on net  for hours he joined
Facebook because my friend has a busy life but wanted to friend and
chat with people while working who post little of those tmi headliners updates.
He joined Google plus adding interesting lady he likes to his circle.
He didn't break the law last Friday but met someone in a parking lot thinking
she was nice and maybe he was ready to throw in the towel on meeting the interesting one.
The goal was to **** butterflies he's got in his stomach he gets thinking of interesting lady.
He made a mistake giving out his cell phone number after a long talk
at dinner with the new lady he met and who asked him to dine and she insisted on paying.  
My friend wishes he'd figure out she was a Facebook friend who used a different name,
much younger pics and ones of others. She had been trolling the net stalking his profiles
and comments to figure out what he was seeking and what he wanted in a lady.  
He's now regretting his actions and feels dumb after learning Miss sneaky was a fake.
Miss Sneak Fake figured out pretty ****** fast which poet he was posting as.
His vm is full from all calls she's been making since they parted late Friday.
He's thankful he did not give in to her requests of seeing his place.
He prefers living with being patient and the butterflies in his stomach over that
one with fingers that wont quit dialing. He regrets believing she was normal.

Retailers hope to net profits with the overlapping of holiday seasons.
Thanksgiving is yet to be history; but, out comes the Christmas trimmings.
No big surprise seeing holiday reminders arriving and filling mail box,
comes with pre-season, this early blitz of commercials on tv now the net.

Early arrival of holiday brings bell ringers standing between shopper's exit,
a failure to repeat and repeat donations, brings looks of extreme displeasure.
Each and every time you enter or exit discount, drug, and many retail stores,
shoppers face not only bell ringers; but, 365 days donate at register requests.

Most can't equal billion dollar give aways by Bill and Melinda Gates' circle.
Most work extremely hard and donate but also choose to live on budgets.
I donate and have nothing against charities; but, how much should one give?
Retailers, putting shoppers on the spot, asking for donations upon check out?

Never a pinch penny when it comes to sharing when there's an "actual" need,
generosity is always a personal choice, I let guilt not be my companion in giving.
Multiple donations to canister's of amnesiac holiday bell ringers? Wont happen!
Nothing against legit charities; but, giving until you're broke, you "will" be needy.

It's Friday and big project's completed and believe poems still unread by you.
Saw the Kanye/Kim video and he says he has no memories of meeting Kim.
What's wrong with that picture a man in love with Kim and she's forgettable?
Read some poems on this site I agree with ones stating when you love a person
you never forget big things like where the two of you met and most details.
Gotta give a hell yes to that.
I still have butterflies in my stomach and I can't get you out of my head.
If you knew I was alive or my poems existed, would you bother to read them?
I don't know If you would and trying to stop myself from thinking the worst.
Hanging out with buds tonight and maybe a chance meeting with you?
We'll be sitting by the window if Tom is playing but not if he's a no show.
Wont let cold rain mixed with snow stop me from having a great time.
That piano bar will never be the same now that I heard you sing with old Tom.

Commercial's playing in office about A.D.D treatment drugs making
some boys grow female breats. What in the hell and what's up with that?
Yo FCC! Is better to have a freaking disease or embarrassing side affects?
Something took my mind off who I've been thinking about for weeks,
even if it is ***** ups by agencies allowing drugs on the market
without enough clinical studies such as, you take meds and you grow lady parts.

Why did you like me?
Why did you break up with me?
Why did you change from
Thoughtful and kind
To explicit and cruel?
What happened?
Did it hurt at all when you cut the cord?
Did you not understand
That I really liked you?
You, Jack, will never answer these questions,
But I just wanted to say
Why?