love is a bouquet
filled with the bloom's embrace
of scented flowers

Everyone is afraid of a clown,
but
we all are acting like clowns.
Afraid of ourselves.
The year, 2020.
WE became a world filled with foolish clowns and serpents.
Now i guess we know where these clowns get their sharp teeth from.
Bite and poison the blood within, make us all sick.
Cry, scream and slowly watch us all die in sweet agony.
Thank you dear government for tormenting God's sweet world.
Greedy and selfishness has taken over life.
Tricksters too.
This world has become nothing but clowns dressed in silly suits to impress and pursuit.

the corona threatened

the time was red

the hearts were downed

at bottom of covered

that fear with filled

sewing time together,
we scribe our narrative,
your lace stitches leather,
like a seamstress.

failures don't forget me,
i'm their stone to engrave,
designed imperfections
and a chiseled face.

close enough to notice,
constellations are yarn,
unthreading in the distance,
these days seam apart.

We have spent every Thanksgiving
United the past 5 years
Don't know what your plans are today
I know you're not spending it here

Looking backwards twelve months ago
The place I've come to despise
Compared to now is not all that much worse
Both are still getting high

Though at the time seemed like life
Was not anything more than broken
Feel like a fool for not appreciating
Sweet words no longer spoken

Strangely discover myself wondering
If I stayed would we be at peace?
Miss your presence more than you know
Without my heart is missing a piece

I have holes inside my heart
Kind that can't be filled with food
Mistakes
Regrets
And shame instead
Of turkey being chewed