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Timothy Joyner Oct 2017
Upon their little monsterous Approach
The Aliens did to assimilate, do tell
The hearts, minds they tried to encroach
Our Spirit's they'd rather be in Hell
So the day goes without saying debauchery
The Alien Queen's a ****** once more
They're all reborn from their hatchery
To once again spread their seed on the floor
Opposite of freedom? Captivity? Love? Hate? It means something yet it doesn't? Then it certainly does!
Timothy Joyner Sep 2017
Will I have any grace after tonight.
Will the intrigue of the day get me by.
Can I stand up for what I feel is right.
Can I let go of all the pain and scars.

For I know, each and every day without you.
Keeps tearing at my most grateful heart.
For I know, that no matter what I go through.
Living without you has been the hardest part.

Will I find the grace to leave without a wimper or snear.
Will the magic you've left me materialize.
Can the day be greeted with sweet cheer.
Can my heart be softened, more like I can recognize.

Or just left out like before.
Saying they can't accept what's been placed.
Open hole, cover up the floor.
Just where the unnameable are placed...
Let me find the grace.

T L H Joyner 9/17
Timothy Joyner Aug 2017
Looking, then not finding a single thing
Thinking it's over here, no, maybe here

Frantically searching for something else
Exhausted and torn, it's an emergency now

Maybe replacement for the items or
Perhaps a embodiment of social media

Rotting my brain is not only a task underlaid
It's part of the process and must be implemented

Short order, searching, under, around, up, down
Then will this suffice or something like it

Finally you don't give up you just don't say anything
You act like your no longer searching but...

It's not there
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A moment in time.
Timothy Joyner Aug 2017
The hatred smells of rotting iron.
The lost ideals drowned by a fake History.
Children brainwashed so old men can save a lie.

It's upon the hearts of the weak that the heaviest loads are laden.
When no longer ears are listening and only hearing faceless, then crying goes unnoticed.

White noises in a white World, dripping in color, collide!
In the meantime no one can see, smell, hold, touch.
It's as though we all are magnetic polar opposites that can never attract.

If we ever do, we just might implode!
My heart goes out to those who lost their lives over senseless hate and bigotry. We are being ruled by White Supremacists!
Timothy Joyner Jun 2017
It started so long ago, batched pregnancy, or genes or just happenstance
The State comin' in to take the mentally challenged boy away from the Mother
His grandmother sayin', "Let em' go!" Her cryin', that ol' song and dance.
Then them keepin' that boy, wishin' they'd maybe had another
The Bullies, the bullies, beatin' that boy up to a pulp everytime
Of course he's actin' out, out of sheer boredom, exclusion, pure down loneliness
They all sayin' he won't amount to nothin' but husslin' a nickle and a dime
Or perhaps on a darker side of the Pinnacle of life, a bit more shady and endin' up felonious

Somethin' special happens instead of everyone's messed up ol' putrid stinkin' thinkin'
That mentality challenged boy realized he was different than everyone else, grew up profilin'
His morals and values fell below the poverty line, frankly now it's his attitude that's stinkin'
He became, man about town, givin' it down, yeah, he really thought he was stylin'

The lives he twisted as he manipulated every relationship right down to it's raw bone
Everytime ones gone, another came and gone, never time to think about retribution
Never time to hear inside his head, the lone voice, just a chance to finally be alone
Because wouldn't that be way too much to actually get in touch, what a revolution
Years go anonymously by, with him always abandonin' what he was shone

He always knew each relationship would end, drained, in tragedy and despair
Then one day his lackadaisical attitude brought disease and the end of his comedically fed life
As Someone takes serious interest, someone loving, bringin' a Southern charms fresh air
All it took was someone to love him, to break the spell that had circumvented his pathetic strife

That sad day when, after years of being loved, the mentally challenged man is now a caregiver
Watching as he gives care to that one, the only one that would ever love him, as they slowly die
He would do anything to save this life, what dealin', what possible things, a kidney... a liver
In the end, it was just squeezin' every moment of time together, rememberin' only the best things, no lie

Now, alone, finally broken, he grieves, finds his Creator, makes his peace, grows up
The years follow and he realizes his brain is damaged, people can't stand to be around him
Suddenly his Government says he may have to not receive care for a serious Disease, he wants to just give up
Prospects, there really are none, he really wants to go on but things look so grim

Guess my time's up, huh?
Should of known it to be so
Would of wished you'd figured this out at birth
I guess you just really didn't know
You could have put me to sleep
We do it everyday
When animals are sick we put them down
So they don't suffer this way
Years and years of never being accepted anywhere
You think I'd get a clue
Perhaps you think I should do it myself

NO! Sorry, I'll leave that up to YOU!
True story about myself. Feeling very sad!
Timothy Joyner Jun 2017
You say you have seen me in Yakima
You say in LA
You say you have seen me in Wichita

Just because I am gay
You say you have seen me in so many ways
But you have never seen any of my days
I become so disillusioned in what you say
So...

You keep saying
You have seen me in Portland, New York and Orleans
Maybe I dropped by Louisiana for some really good beans

Maybe the truth is I'm home, not seen at all
Just a victim of Urban Gayness giving you a fall
Timothy Joyner Jun 2017
Don't fly past your destination.
It's a good thing to arrive.
Exit as you had departed.
It's how we all survive.

Be kind and most courteous
For all those you meet are Kin
Most of all be kind to yourself
That's the best place to begin

Those around you may snarl
Their traps, they can snare
Just stay ever so vigilant
Around such you must beware

And when the final disclosure
The final sun setting in the west
That inventory shines and sparkles
Cause your life has just been the best
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