send my mind away to the crows.
their ****** will grow and feed off my guilt,  there's no will in a way of destruction and pain. so much hate in my brain my heart takes the thrill. if it was a trip then I'm overdue, if it's all was my fault then my fall out is true, there is no point for my doubts to break through, as though I'd thought I could outlive the moon,
look . . . . the birds are resting just a few miles away,
I hooked . . . . my thoughts to a line that could go either way,
breathe . . . .  and yet all it releases are thoughts of unease,
saved . . . . thousands of worries I hope would be freed.
and yet all I've learned is livid souls can't survive, and there's more impulsive acts due to pain in the night, as if when the sun goes down we run out of reason, and the darkness within us becomes more alive.
if in the time being, the pain is still eaten, am I a free man or a one within treason?
if the joy that I get is from moments of numbness,
have I received it or faked my own freedom?
be honest....

I am a tall multifaceted sided top.
Turning in moment.
Twirling with my pen spinner.

There is inner glow that shines
were each side is infused with words.

When I land on one side
A sad poem may emerge
where emotions are felt.

If the side falls on a smile
a poetic song laced with rhyme
Surfaces.

I never know what side will emerge
on any given day or moment.

I never know but ever poem is a gift
A window of self
ready to share.  

Sometimes another poet will turn me
and inspire with their words.

Guess relatives can call me
a chocolate dreidel
filled with sweet or bitter poems.