Six
(years together)
Five
(counseling sessions)
Four
(forgotten birthdays)
Three
(times you cheated)
Two
(kids between us)
One
(hundred lies you told me)
...
...BOOM!

The fury of this world
has wounded my spirit
and shorn my brilliant feathers.

I have spent many nights,
on this rocky precipice.
Waiting for my worn body to heal.

"Soon you will fly again"
you tell me.
"Soon you will be free once more!"

The hollowness of your words,
makes your ignorance of me evident.
Your encouragement is misplaced.

For you see,
I'm not sure I want to go back up there.
The dark clouds look more foreboding than ever...

Maybe I just want to fly
to the darkest place I can find.
And stay there for all eternity.

Jumping through the air
snagging coins as I go.
Beware the cruel plants in the garden.

Bright stars give me power,
to vanquish my enemies.
The goombas never had a chance.

Blazing through the castle keep,
dodging everything that comes at me.
Bowser tries his best,
But I bring the hammer down swiftly.

The princess is mine again.

I try to love you,
You respond with apathy.

I try to honor you,
You respond with manipulation.

You are the fire,
I am the match.

You are the lightning,
I am the thunder.

And every time we dance,
The sky is set ablaze.

A young woman, the wind whipping her hair around.
A middle aged man in an SUV
screaming into his cell phone, oblivious to the world around him.
Two children crying incessantly, begging their mother to take them home.
A fifteen year-old rusted up Chevy
with only a few miles left to give.

The blinking lights of a police car in the distance.
A lone and frail cat, scavenging for food.
The flickering signs of the restaurants nearby.
An endless soft hum from a vending machine.

A married couple about ten feet away, fighting over their last few dollars.

Some tore up old newspapers strewn around.
And a little bit of music dancing over the breeze.

You never know what you’ll find...

...in a Wal-Mart parking lot.

It comes and it goes,
but why? I don’t know.
Just another little mystery
Of life I suppose.

It exposes and hides,
What nature keeps deep inside.
Sometimes it’s quite narrow,
others it stretches out wide.

It ebbs and it swoons,
By the will of the moon.
The old cosmic dance,
To a long ago tune.

It’s the unflappable motion,
from the heart of the ocean.
And to the grains of sand
Shows its quiet devotion.

He was a nasty looking *******,
with a ragged face and a scowl.
Full of muscles, full of rage,
and a scar upon his jowl.

His head was covered in tattoos,
and he wore a tattered shirt.
His arms lashed out like pythons,
and his fists were caked with dirt.

His eyes were dark and angry,
His heart was black and cold.
His soul was filled with a fury,
such a madness to behold.

Like a hunter, he latched on to his prey,
with a giant bat in tow.
And when he found the moment right,
he struck a killing blow.

He looked upon his fallen foe,
and laughed a giant belly laugh.
Then he grabbed the lifeless form,
and broke it clean in half.

He was a nasty looking *******,
with a ragged face and scowl.
And unfortunately for you and me,
he's still out there on the prowl.