Last night I heard a little bird,
struggling with a broken wing.
Agony chirped away its words
As gushes of hail thrown by wind....

In the valley under a moon-less sky,
dreams are dashed with a question why.
The angel weeps with both eyes shut,
the night fills with blood thirsty bats.

Final dreams are hop and scotch dashed
as the drum beats and hear the final brass,
there's a horrified inner child to a pointless late,
and we are whirled in by the delicious  bait.

Last night I heard a little bird,
struggling with a broken wing.
Agony chirped away its words
As gushes of hail thrown by wind....

Light me up
like fourth of July,
rain down fiery lava
& the blue of flames.
Scorch water of my cup,
burn mouth of saliva
Set stake to my soul,
as I take the blame....

Light me up
I become ashes
of all the debris.

Mother, I wanted to be a rock star.
Drive my girl in a fancy car,
with the flashing of Rolex watch
Catch the bug that Cobain caught..

Smoking
black pit.

dare I tease & do as I please,
a break from all the misery.
casting stones in a well with your gown,
bless the soil where soft seeds have grown.

Wisdom doesn't hit with a thump,
feel your sticky skin with a gentle bump,
Listening as I see the tears in your eyes
and the storm surely growls and truly cries.

"Don't worry
Be happy"
Bobby tells me

"Don't worry
Don't do it
Be happy"
He tries

"I'm trying
But I can't"
I respond
My head hurts
Fingers throb
Brain overflows

"Don't worry
Be happy"
It's on loop
Like it always is
When I'm anxious
And able to

"When you're worried
Your face will frown
And that will bring
Everybody down"
He explains

"I'm sorry"
I sob

Forgive-ness is not a weakness,
its a chance to plant a seed
and watch vibrancy
of lovely roses
without the thorns
grow.

rescue

how many times was I there,
on the red rug with my mother,
clawing away at me
like a vicious *****.
Ravenously,
Forgive me...
as these memories
shall bury me.
Sincerely,
can you rescue me
with limited senses
and restrictions
of my freedom
the memories
are so painfully.....