i have tried to heal myself
by burning and rebuilding
over and over and over
but
i am not  phoenix
i am a human
and when i am burned
it leaves a scar
that cannot may not ever be healed
and especially not by
ignoring its existence

you hit me like an ugly freight train
although i did see you in the distance
please don't judge me
i saw one sign,
but didn't believe it could be true

lost in a swirl of dark shadows
judgement judgement judgement
looking to the past and future and present
searching for proof for or against

my dark shadows test my body
who would think of this
i must be evil, gross, and wrong
suicide the only hope

watching water fowl swim
wish i could drown beneath
the algae pond in california
secret secrets i finally speak

pills, doctors, fears, hoping
but always sitting there
the thoughts that keep me tied to the sofa
staring at blank walls and stabbing myself in my mind

ocd is my deepest shame
i feel the tentacles reaching
my stomach turns at the ghosts that haunt me
resist the pull of falling in

The quill's sodden ink evaporates
while this bell jar encapsulates
leaving these dreary words to permeate
only to rain back down and stagnate

this terrarium, my lonely estate
pickling eyes that spate
people peer through the glass only to deprecate
while I slowly start to acclimate

two horizons squint until light dissipates
allowing the darkness to overtake
monsters crawl out to dilapidate
snarls and growls devastate

this is fate this is fate this is fate this is fate
is it too late is it too late is it too late is it too late
echos verberate echos verberate echos verberate echos verberate
this is fate and it is too late these echos verberate and I ruminate
I ruminate and ruminate and ruminate and ruminate

with a languid gait
a countenance set straight
while I desperately try to create
a happy blissful sunny green free state

it's not too late it's not too late it's not too late
meditate meditate meditate meditate
don't let the glass alienate
pick up the hammer and swing
                                                       till the glass B    E      K
                                                ­                                R    A      S.

We are all strangers
here and must band
together for survival
in this bizarre maze
of a place where
deadly surprises lurk
around every corner.
Surveillance is mounted
to track everyone who
tried to escape
from the pack.
All these seeds of
discord and attacks
against each other
and people of other
faith is very disturbing.
It is really very
discouraging to know
that you have nothing
tangible to offer me
in particular about your
beliefs so I can
believe in your notions.
Your approach shows me
there's nothing in it
but hatred,
my heart and soul has
no place to harbor
or condone hatred.
Show me the beauty of
your heart so I can be
attracted to its light.
A happy soul has a good
and beautiful heart devoid
of anything evil.
Pure in itself with divine
effulgence that touch and
change lives with love.
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