Not everything or everyone is for a lifetime
But for a season
Sometimes you come across them only for a certain reason
Learning is caring, cruel
Knowledge is carrying wisdom to the fool
The personal price is set once you take the risk

I always found you attractive,
since I first saw you in the schoolroom.
Cheerful friend, shining, finely moulded.
Later you climbed above my class.
I was shy, lacking nous.

Then we moved up - single-*** schools,
repressed when our feelings flexed.
Vexed with books, exams, homework,
competing for our chosen paths.

We work in neighbouring labs.
Please answer my lovelorn phone calls.
You're still my magnet,
and I'm your iron filings.

Over and over again and again
Doing the same procedures to no avail 
My heart so broken in desperation
Reliving the horror in a continuous hell 

**** it up soldier, I can hear the cry
Your not with your mommy or daddy anymore
Awakened to stories that pull your thoughts apart
At times I wish I could just know the score

Then it happens like the moment is bronzed crimson brown
My heart is hardened and you are the catalos crossed so pure
Eating your cud like a ***** and stating your the guanine in the code

Is it better to wander aimlessly through your excrement
Perhaps thinking, actually believing yours don't stink
A moment in time is caught in your retched hole
Putridly excreting the fumes that water's your wink

Those are not tears or emotions that revile
For you lost your compassion locked in entitlement
Reach for your star in hades cause Hell awaits your call
I will stand tall in the revealing of your encasement

Ending in your very own calamity   

 

We're weary and wet,
trowelling through the muck,
looking for ancient bones,
cold as skeletons.

The earth gives up its ***** old men,
bequeathing their remains -
bog people, trog people,
pongy gaping gob people -
most likely Angles and Saxons.

At least they have their own ***** old women,
and don't try to rattle our women's bones.

trying to find myself- i lost myself;
giving away assistance- didnt notice
that I needed help;
trying to cope with pain-
neglected love;
have you ever done one or more of the above?

no one will put up their hands to committing war crimes
the Barrel bombed children and civilians of Syria
the chlorine chemical weapons dropped, no, no one will admit to such crimes, but commit them they did.

My plant is alive.
Her vibrant green leaves stretch towards the sun--
tanning like a ******* a beach.

The soil that once betrayed her
now befriends her and helps her flourish.
The warmth from the window
cradles each small limb
down to her roots.
Photosynthetic joy overcomes her.
Encompassed by his love--
growing stronger each and
every day.

Spring is drawing near, and I am glad
I left my window open
so the vernal light could drift in.
The rain and wind that hardened her
did not stop her
from rising up again.
Oh, how time has eased her pain.

No, the cold didn't agree with her,
but it'll take more than that to **** her.
The broken leaves that fell to her feet
now serve as a reminder of what she once was.
She's not so lonely anymore,
for he smiles at her and
knows she can only grow more.