This morning, I woke to a vision
causing no ends of indecision,
If I knew what I know now
I would have taken a last bow
Before I reached the age of 35.
No wife or a family,
I'm not glass half empty
I'm totally perished.
I never even meet my goals
Every day think of tying the ropes.

Sunlight hurts my eyes
when I open the blinds
I won't step outside
watching the other half lives.
I could only pretend to smile
walking down my street,
Their happiness only chases me
like a blizzard of wasp stings.

Shall I write
about love,
something bold
stars in the sky
everyone's feeling alive.

Shall I write
something cold,
as winds take a hold
Locusts shall fly
above the lake that's dry.

An abandoned old dusty cabin
never loses it characteristics...

Roll the dough into flat as well,
as the ocean's water begins to swell,
like an axe with a forcibly fell,
and the lava bubbles in the fires of hell.

There's a truth to every typed word,
against the singular of all the herd
pinky fingers and what you will swear
Don't play this old game of truth or dare.

I never as you were like a daughter,
in my eyes, a proud wishful figure,
Your words hit hard like a razor blade,
I felt lost in the darkness of hades.

Let me out.....
Let me....

How can I sing without my wings,
a rhyming truth to the soft of broth,
The pleasuring to the a voice that sings
The insects don't zap to this distraught
like a school lesson couldn't be taught.......
and like a bumble bee in a glass that's caught.

My life is on the list
of all the heretics,
I won't bother defending
or pretending
they'll light the end.
I don't examine,
the broken cannot mend
Once the letter sends,
it sails far into the ocean.
Remember clicking
once to a heart beat,
rushing for the best seat
next to daddy
a car, a sun-day driving
beautiful scenery.....
The worlds two between,
flaming at all my green trees,
and an image I wished to be,
A need for cradling knees.....
The Earth raises up with its pleas
and doubt only I can believe.

a purity teen
a fountain clean
Admired by Dean,
Protein of the weans
A princess openly seen
No longer a silly lil tween
The young woman so pretty.

The rusty chains,
devoured by rain
I want out,
I want......

A sky doesn't know where its been,
a trail of clouds to where its's clean,
diving down into the pearls

A torch pitch black and simmering,
and my tongue's dried wishing.......
but not for this country....

black and blue and wishing smashed
a big bang of two comets clashed
this machinery and repetition
No longer has a will to live.