Our new boss is a fabulous woman
She takes the time to talk with the staff
The boss before her was a nasty man
Our work environs were as rough as chaff
Everyone is far happier with the lady boss
She listens to all our work place issues
We have lucked it for a caring boss
The department no longer needs tissues
Since they sacked that most unbearable ***
There is a good feel at our work station
Stress leave has been reduced quite a bit
All staff members are full of elation
Our new lady boss is a work place delight
We're so pleased to have her, too right!

My mind is too cluttered to think
about how each verse should go.
I'm so filled with rage, sadness, and regret,
that I can't think correctly.
All I can think about is how you ruined me.
The images of the things we did in your bedroom still haunt me.
I don't love you anymore.
You are my past.
And you're staying there.

I could never imagine it was me,
Who fell upon the guilty; who was treated horribly.
Though I couldn't bear it deep inside,
I couldn't bear to lose my pride.
That's when I seemed the most oblivious to it all,
A boy who let me burn, crash, and fall.
But it wasn't him who hurt me so,
It was me who couldn't let go.

If given the chance, would you erase the past?
Or simply move forward like every second was your last.
Would you ponder your thoughts or sleep your life away?
Would you crawl under a rock day after day?
Would you open up your heart to the one you truly love?
Or lock up your feelings and give fate a shove.
Would you reach the farthest you could reach or fall down with regret?
Would you ever define yourself as self-actualized or suffer from anxiety, lonesome and much fret.
Would you accept you are or watch others grow?
Would you discover happiness or remain too shy; not bold.
Would you keep your head up high when you're feeling down?
Or isolate yourself from all around?
Would you follow your heart or only use your head?
Would you let true talent go to waste and feel as if it's dead?
Would you drink your sorrows away or face reality?
Would you fight until satisfied or suffer brutality?
Would you speak your mind or let others exploit you?
Would you live life to its fullest or become withered; black and blue?
Would you cry when you needed to?
Or have a large lump in your throat,
Would you express your emotions as your personal anecdote?
Would you always think positive or have a negative mind?
Would you make the most of your life or have the beauty yet to find?
Would you help those in need or just hope and pray?
Would you make an impact in their lives?
Or assume they'll be okay.
So if given the chance, would you begin your life anew?
Or contemplate all the memories,
After all you've gone through?

It was my father who left me,
To discover a place of his own.
Lonely and disheartened I felt,
For a place called, "unknown."
Baffled was I,
As to why he suddenly left me,
I trembled alone in fear,
Was I a goner soon to be?
Where have my hopes gone?
Withered away to stone,
Leaving nothing but the past,
For a place called, "unknown."
Why do I feel resentment,
My father had a horrifying tone,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called "unknown."
My heart beats like thunder,
As I shiver to the bone,
My father ruined me,
For a place called, "unknown."
Where will I go fro here?
To much my father had shown,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called, "unknown"

The Muted Commoner

You don't see them,
......Just past them......

Speak but unheard,
perforce, thus, muted,
against their will

blogs bread unread uneaten,
poem orphans better than us,
vine ripened unto death

Truly dare you say I/you the better?

Shamed heat, you spit,
outed, no penance offered,
non granted,
the forgivers are muted too

so this be your charge,
so this be your salvation:

free the mutes from the trance -
exhume, exhort find them
in the back pages, then
acknowledge  that we are all
Muted Commoners.

find the poem unread,
revive it with a read, a heart,
and then you can speak your
Peace.