My vision blurred with a nightmare.
I'm in a restraint cocoon.
Bones and organs in agony.
Like an iron maiden with no teeth.
I'm conformable to my huffiness.
No shot, so I unintentionally yelp.
Unarmed like a pacifist.
I just have my feeble fists.
I left my guns in the armory.
I kiss my crucifix.
My last image of luminosity.
My heart racing like my Hennessy Venom.
My organs feel poisoned.
With my final touch on the reptiles skin.
my palms slimy and sweaty.
The firm scales of death.
The scent of lukewarm saliva
The vociferous slither of madness.
Waves of hell in the distance.
The red stop sign hit me in the face.
Knocked out by the boxers glove.
No more coffee to get up.
My ears blocked by a clamp.
No more sound  to my ears.
My core compressed  by the giants grip.
My vocal cords unplugged.
Bloodshot eyes trembling.
My bones cracking like glass.
My bones wished  calcium.
A shattered skeleton.
Swallowing cans of red paint.
Tasted like a plethora of pennies.
Ready, to be deposited.
I glanced up at the cloudy sky.
It was not night time, so no wish for me.
No helicopter, just stuck in no mans land.
My body exploded like water balloon.
A puddle of fool's blood into the amazons bucket.
Overfilled my demise with the unseen eyes.
The jaws of death caught my head.
Thrown by a pitcher at the speed of light.
Like the catcher that receives a baseball.
Swallowed by the hands of a magnanimously ravenous man.
Through the colon of an unforeseen life-style.
Like a time-bomb set to implode and explode.
Patience and impatience on your turn.
Unavailable to sit, and relax.
Your the omnipresent traveler.
You set the clock to walk the distance.
The journey can be short, or long.
Ambivalent hands reaching for acceptance.
The door opens for the strangers.
Into the eyes, face, and body-type of anyone.
that surrounds a dark room waiting for the light.
I'm naked and covered with protection.
I accept all genders.
You can have a seat now, or any time you want to.
You sit on me, but i can't see your expression on your face.
So I wait, until you defecate.
I accept all colors, and I accept anything that splashes my surface.
So let's be friends I want some company.
I want to get to know you, so just poo.
Or you too good for that to?
Dump all your haughtiness into my watery mouth.
I won't judge your character, or what you eat, or who you know.
You gave in to me without resistance anyways.
I'm watching you, so stay seated.
With submission and relief, the forbidden cave slowly opens.
The painful sensation you felt when you died.
Opens up a man-cave of arrogance and lies.
You thought were better than me, but your not.
If you want to listen to me, Ill flush you down into my mouth.
You land in water surrounded by ***** matter.
The ones you thought you pleased.
In the Floating liquid without order.
Your past came out your balloon knot, and you accepted your fate.
I Learned my lesson, but all I am now is just an arrogant ****.

"When we listen to whats right we're able to bring out the light in our lives, and whoever the person is we should listen to what they think.You give them a chance to climb the ladder to flip our switch.The brains power can stay on for good, or run out of power on the hour.There is nothing wrong about having inadequate knowledge and wisdom.In my opinion, knowledge and wisdom have no limit on the gauge, so we try to pacify and assuage a persons mind at any age.We perceive life, love, and knowledge as a learning curve.In my heart and mind;I believe we're all on the same team, but we all have a different style of playing and learning.We're out to win even if we sin, and I believe we have the generosity to recompense the women and men for their punctual attendance.We can do it through an arduous task by trial, we eventually have our name put on file.We are the unknown out there in the world with different faces, and different clothes ,but that is okay because we're all going to learn something different.We must always remember our friends, and family, and God knows, what we do from age one to ninety-three.We will learn knowledge and wisdom from age three, and through University.We will put everything we've learned into a blender, day after day so we always remember.Will begin to drink and think back even when we one-hundred years old.We begin to look back at what we ingested and digested, what w'eve invested.We take our proverbial smart pills at eleven O'clock.The days, months, and years have passed us by, and now we sit here like a proverbial cumbersome rock.All our knowledge and wisdom we have learned in our brains made us sane and insane had burned our life into ashes.We know everything we learned and earned throughout our lives is cremated by an unknown entity.The fame will burn in the flame with thee, you did the best you could since you we're three."

Written by Shane Micheal Cleary.

When you feel down just remember to smile..
Just remember to crawl a few miles.
Just remember to walk and talk.
Just remember if you are in pain, and have a cane.
You were young once, and you're still the same.
Even if you are crying or dying.
Just remember you are trying.

Just remember life opens many doors, and even if they are locked, just remember you have the key to your own destiny.
We're crawling on the ground when we were babies
We're walking and talking to our friends in our twenties.
When we're old and cold, we feel like we're stuck in turmoil.
Just remember to toil out of the oil because there is a helping hand.
You will run on the path god has chosen for you, and that is your plan.
He knows you're fighting, even if your hit by lightning.
You've changed into a God.
You feel like you can conquer world.
You fall down, and beat yourself up but God will always give you another chance in heaven.
Do what you can in your lifespan.
You know this is your plan to reach up to the skies, and thank whoever you want for the unique figure you have, and  your beautiful eyes.
Never let the world bring you down, just keep moving, flying, and keep trying.

The tears that dropped.
The roadblocks you faced.
Will be under construction.
And no longer in the way.
You're a demolitionist.
You're a construction worker.
You can build what you want to make you happy, and your family of course will be proud of you.
You don't have to be perfect or rich
You just have be happy, and live life and get a tan by the beach.
Even if you're sinking and drinking.
Just remember make a salubrious stop, so you don't let the blood clot.
You can be a nurse or a doctor, or one hell of a worker.
Your profession is what you love, and that makes God happy and the angels above.
You live one life at a time, and you only can do what you can do.

Life can be rebuilt from the ground..
Your mind and body as well.
Life is a cast, but when it's off we are healed.
You were a caterpillar.
But now you're a butterfly.
Will you be at school, and at work on time.
I think that choice is up to you.
Life has a plethora of routes.

We all have different colours, and you know what that's fine.
You will open that door.
You know you have the key.
Just look in your pocket.
Just don't lose it because you need it for a meeting at three.
If you do happen to lose what you have, just remember there is a way to get it back even if it takes you twelve months up to September.
There is a ladder you have to climb to mount everest.
I believe in you, and so does God and the rest of us.

Life has plenty of colours.
Just like our wings, and we hear our voices sing
We all walk the same line, so let's reach the finish line.
Let's open that door together.
Let's see what the future will bring.
Who's with me just grab my hand, and let's crawl and fly together.

Looking into your eyes
In a beautiful forest filled with butterflies.
We weren't alone.
We decided to move to a different zone to talk.
We took walk on the sand, and we're wearing no socks.
The sand was warm on the soles of our feet, and we had a plan.
We wanted to clear our minds, and leave everything behind.
We thought about visiting the ocean metaphorically, and literally.
All we can think about is the bright light in the ocean.
I wanted to go on this adventure with you, and me even if we fail or win we know our adventure will begin.

I embrace you in my arms.
I can feel the sun touching our skin.
I want to us to discuss our sins, and put them in a bin covered with dirt.
We might be black widows, but I don't want the posion to hurt.
I know in the past we created webbing to catch unfaithful prey.
I want it to rain to stop the pain, and wash away the past today.
We know we're jumping into a perilous fray.

When the clouds begun to move away.
I could see the blue sky, and birds fly south.
We started to kiss each other mouth to mouth.
I wanted no poison, or no sin.
I wanted to feel refreshed, and I wanted to breath again.
All I can think of is a breath of life like husband and wife.
We need an antidote.
We believed in hope.
We had to remove this poison, and set sail upon a new horizon.
Like a tailor and sailor that's sowing up the past.
We knew we had to sail fast, and avoid rocks so we can talk.

The concealed secrets we kept in our ***** pockets, and the dilapidated ships that we touched with our hands and lips.
The ones we harboured away for years, will start sinking into the ocean because the truth that was aloof has fallen through the roof.
There should be only two ships,lips, and hips to steer in the ocean, sea, or pond.
I want to be the one, so let's begin to travel in the hot sun.
I want us to have a future, and we need to be captains.
I want us navigate safely again into the ocean.

When we opened up our seashells
We placed the shell close to our ears.
We we're feeling guility and in fear.
We we're in hell on a bus with no breaks.
We knew we had to evacuate before it was too late.
Our minds felt waterlogged with lava.
I would miss the times we sat under the guava tree.
I want you to be with me.
We needed to unplug this bug.
We needed to get rid of this heat.
We needed to warm up our cold feet.
We could of drowned.
I want us to be crowned.
I want us to be in power, and i don't want our relationship to be sour.
I want us to be King and Queen since we we're ninteen.
After all these years we should've armed the guards with spears.
They will guard us, and inform us not to trespass on the woman or mans grass because we know we will get cut by glass.
We we're out for the thrill, but we realized with our eyes and lies the poison eventually spilled on the table, and we had no more adult cable.
We couldn't run the show anymore.
There was no need to be on this channel because this would dismantle our ship, and the relationship.

We lived in despair with unclean underwear.
We smelled like rotted pears.
Like lies growing on the grapevine.
We broke our fishing lines.
We received no loot.
We know honesty bears fruit.
We will sow the seeds on the ground.
I love to have you around.
I know we can grow as big as a beanstalk.
I am happy we had this talk, so lets walk into the ocean.
I want a proverbial rehabilitative wave to wash over us, and cleanse our sins.
We won't fail swim because in our hearts we know we can win.
We love this adventure anyways.
All we can see is our destination in the distance.
I't begins to shine and intertwinewith resistance.
We feel immune all negative elements, that makes us prismatically optimistic.
With this positive energy I can feel you all over me.
I can feel the sea shells and star fish near our feet.
I love way we solved our dilemma; I feel like we will never cheat on our test in the future because we our faithfully cleansed by Poseidon's tidal wave to wake us up so we earn our diploma's.
If God couldn't help us, another God in the water could make our relationship swim, and sail in the ocean once again.

"I know a woman with dark hair and beautiful brown eyes with an attractive smile that I can kiss for awhile.Her lips are quick with the lipstick, and her tongue is as lukewarm as my warm coffee. I love when she is with by my side, and with us in the heat, oh I can massage her delectably soft feet that I can kiss for hours until there is no power. These lips of mine are lecherously warm, and I make your body sweat and drip like you got caught in a storm.The nurses purse, and the writers book side by side, are tucked in tight, while I make love to you tonight.
I kissed your lips and grabbed your hips when it was late.The bed was creaking, and you we're leaking; I think there was an earthquake because we're soulmates.All that went through are minds is chains and whips, and oh how you remind me of delectable chocolate and energizing coffee after every sip. In the darkness and in the light, with scars and age spots; you are the most beautiful woman to me day and night.I know you tanned or white, and you are my Undine with a spear, that wants to ****** her way into a different career. I know had an operation, but that gave you  determination to move forward on your itinerary with me. Even if you lost a limb, you're out to win no matter what it takes even if you're locked in an unbreakable crate.God has opened up the gates of heaven; when you think about it at eleven. The gates of hell are closed, and we weren't wearing any clothes; I never felt so much heat at this time, and it was late. We needed to cool off and ask lucifer for a break.The time was getting late but we didn't care; we just nimbly slipped under the covers with no underwear.We reached the finish line, and we were tired, so we blissfully drank some water. When the clock hit midnight I kissed her goodnight, and we curled up in a fetal position on the bed; where our minds pondered on the proverbial weights we carried about getting married, and our heart and soul we're open to having children. You are the woman with the cure, and I'm the poetic man that will write to you through every season because this is the reason your medicine is going to be where our life begins."

When we smile at each other every day.
I remember it happened in the month of may.
It all started with our loveable duende.
I can only imagine geting to know you today.
Love is near, but we know its far away.

Our charms we're like a lukewarm alarm.
We we're both alert by the loud sound.
We knew by chatting that love will be found.
We we're both alert.
In the past we were both hurt.

The colour of red is not dead.
It gave us a chance to hear the extrinsic music.
Like a repeatable sound of hope and determination.
The creation is ingrained in our minds.

When we write and speak.
Our empty hearts we're refueled by a leak.
We we're stuck oil, but we toiled.
Our love is unbind from the trap.
Our love and future will intertwine one day.

We understand the repeatable beeping.
We want to bandage the bleeding.
We hold our hands to cover up the wounds.
We will recover, and we will see each other soon.

Our ears are listenting.
Our hearts are beating.
Our minds are thinking.
Our hands and our mouths are speaking.

Even if we're far.
Even if we're a mess.
Even if we're busy.
This is the true message the alarm conveys to you, and me.

The sound of the alarm can be good and wrong.
It's on everyday like our favourite song.
Like a beautiful siren singing to me.
The love we can feel it even overseas.
I want us to be together in the future, always and forever.