Won’t you look over me
While I go down the boulevard
Won’t you listen to the birds
Won’t you, while I walk
Smell the air
Won’t you pray with me
When you haven’t got a prayer
Boy, won’t you look at the sun,
But not too long
Won’t you,
Dear,
Tell me what you think
Won’t you feel
Walking with me
Down the boulevard
Feel with me
Put on your sneakers
And tell me what’s new.
Never mind the rain
Walk with me son
Won’t you,
Search for a purpose
Before you resolve as a fool
Don’t walk away, son
I know you,
And this isn’t like you
Before the crack of dawn
Before your gone
Take a walk with me
Just down the next block
And I will listen
To your heart true
While you wait for the sun to set.
Until the shadows fall
I’ll be there waiting
Won’t you,
Won’t you
Take a walk with me son
Won’t you
Won’t you
Come out
And take a walk,
The sidewalk holds many secrets
But you son are a new one.
I’ve seen metal bikes
to neon bands
From proposals
To a slap on the cheek
I’ve seen children playing
To parents a prayin’
So tell me
Why don’t you take a walk with me
Just down the boulevard..
While the skies race past
And my head still lasts.
I’m a dream that never came to pass
All the while your crazy new
So let me tell ya something boy
Just, won’t you
Won’t you
While this moment lasts
Won’t you
I wonder,
Can’t you
Take a walk with me?

Lost in contemplation of Christ,
Newspaper clippings of the past
Fascination of a story
I only saw
In the eyes of my father
Who looked at his father
With dignity
And a second of the life before
Enveloped us
For we each were history
And time’s ***** red sneakers
That collect in the corner of a closet

Under siege
Piano keys
Assaulted by staccato breeze
Across the ice, voices plead
And from contorting accents,
Legato’s free
Sadness and some misery
Then pauses in between
2 beats, 4 beats,
CRASH CRASH CRASH
Below, my finger starts a clash
But quickly it goes slow once more
Higher, where the angles soar
Harmony seamlessly flows together
Before the clouds cover light
And the air thickens
Suspense trickles down my bones
And exalts itself from the rule of the instrument
To run away into the audience’s ears
Which leaves the silence, and joyous tears
Bravo, Bravo! I hear them cheer.

Godawful heartbreak is only what she knows
Fairytale’s smoke teeters on the edge of a nightmare
For which she is the main character

The sun releases her puppeteering demons
As they adapt to the light,
And the feeling busts at the seams

The knowing moon is her therapeutic hymn
But is the mercury that chains her mind to his prison shackles
Long after the mad hatter’s curse has faded
And his hand, poisoned by the vile actions done.

The cup is half empty
Her heart is half full
But her trust is just a void in both.

Mother Earth calls for me,
Though,
I am only a poor, grey bird
On the verge of collapsing
By the gleam of her sun.
And her voice,
Giving me hope,
Lifts my wings once more
to float on her dizzying air.
Then I remember,
My somber song,
Which spared me from the wind
That will not let go.
I felt comfort in the ground,
that left me in the unknown,
And this memory kept me sane throughout Mother Earth’s song,
For I knew that she was more lost than me,
Distracted by her vibrant green,
While I was free at last.
And so,
With my mind melting at the scene,
I cut my left wing,
And fell towards her naked lands.
Truly flying once more, she called to me in worry
“Little bird, little bird, what are you doing?”
And I called back in whispers loud enough for her ears
But quiet, so insanity does not wake my soul once more
“Don’t you know? I am more sane than you.”
So sophisticated I was, for a poor grey bird.
My eyes were always closed in the absent minded flock.
I told them, many,
to look closer, for they flew, surely,
towards destruction,
But they could not escape.
Life had just begun for I, an insignificant grain of sand,
Nothing really mattered.
And as I gained on her ground,
My feathers burned in anticipation,
My fall, a blaze of truth and wonder
Against mother’s evil heart.
Time? There was none.
Love? there was none.
Malice? There was none.
Only my firework that would be absorbed by the shadows
Before any glimpse of truth could reach them.
In tears, mother cried out,
“Please! Save your soul!”
Now there was I, and sadness for the world.
How terrible a life, led by a blind Shepard.
Finally,
I could see very well,
The darkness of her ground
And secrets beneath the beauty.
And in my heart, a somber song felt its way through my beak,
out into the air to be carried by fate’s wind for long,
Longer still,
“Don’t you know? I am more sane than you.”
And there was time.
And there was love.
They left with me to the end
“Farewell”
I said to the malice,
“I pray for you, brethren.”

Ineffable- "too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.”

Trying to find my way to you,
But I keep getting lost in your eyes
Before you go I wave to ya
Staring at your lips, then mine
I know I should say something
But my head is running in circles,
overthinking-
my words,
my thoughts,
The way that I walk
If I should mention the 2 birds in the sky,
Flying high and free
Just like you and me.
Do I try to hold your hand?
I’m trying to understand
what to do.
What to do..

“And when you walk down the hallway and I blush
Your so confident, I’m shy and sometimes too much
How could we work out with my head in the clouds..?”

Oh, I think I said that aloud..

..And you smiled

The sun began to fall from the sky
The moon turned a blind eye
The ground crumbled beneath my feet
The trees died out when I touched their branches..
The people sought to erase my chances.
The animals whimpered and growled when we’d meet
The clouds didn't make shapes anymore, just grey, depressing things floating atop me every day.
My house fell apart by one knock on the door. I hoped and prayed it wouldn’t be too expensive.
The building fell to dust when I needed to step on the roof, away from the ensnarement of life, and its cycle of despair.
The electric wires burned out only when I thought about the rest of the world, only faint radio sounds cured my curiosity.
The knife in my hand turned dull in a pinch,
So soft my skin couldn't be pierced.
The car exploded into flames when I walked by the street,
“Poor guy” I thought, “Poor guy..”
And soon every stone with the capacity to **** me,
transformed into chalk.
Why was this happening to me? I couldn’t tell you.

Until, one day, on Fairway Road,
an old lady, in an antique dusty purple coat stopped at my feet
I laid there starving, refusing to eat.
She introduced herself as Marilyn Scott,
Who loved her earl grey and the petunias she cared for so dearly.
Mrs. Scott went on about how there was a war in Europe,
One that threatened the lives of the people in my state.
Then, again, changed the subject to her profitable farm
down the ways, in the fields.
"The freshest milk in Montana!" She'd say.
Meanwhile I remained on the cold cement, wishing for this pain to end.
But she kept on chatting, and chatting.
"My husband just passed about a month ago.." She said
"My dear son Rob just graduated from his studies" She said.
"Bread prices are down, this week." She said!
and she said, and she said, and she wouldn't stop saying.
Meanwhile my mind was rotting, decaying.
Then she finally stopped, and gave a large sigh
And looked me dead in the eye.
"Mr. Arthur" she said, point blank.
"Mr. Arthur, how have you been?"
I froze and stopped breathing.
All feelings of hunger dissipated.
The cold air, like her, was comforting to me.
I realized, she acknowledged my existence, like no one had before.
"Mrs. Scott," I nodded my head,
"I'm doing fine."
With all my energy,
I leapt up, and brushed down my chalky knees, like a gentleman would.
And finally, taking my chance, I asked her: "Say, where could I purchase the freshest milk in all of Montana?"

And she said.

When his tear drops fell
Upon the iced, slicked ground
In his shaking you could tell
His heart was pound, pound, pounding
Along with the cracking of the world below him
He needed some grounding..
Some mercy from the gods above,
Who seemed to make a mockery
Of his need, and desperate greed for a real kind of love.
He assumed he had everything a partner could want,
Honesty, suavity,
Some thousand dollar wine he could flaunt
Now you can see,
He thought he was in a good place..
Except NOW! In this god forsaken world
that has left him to waste
Lonely again, in the face of disgrace.
So fearfully, he looked down at the frozen land below
And saw his reflection in the winter light’s glow

...

"Nothing—was ever real."

Sunday
The Second
of, February

Life in the US
is looking
kinda scary

Fire trickles down your eyes
Cold,
but flaming
and gaining on me

I know I could never have you back
I’ve known it for a long while but still— I held on.

You were lost before I ever thought about the end

I didn’t care

Only would your touch keep my sorrowed heart at ease..

I saw it in your face every time he walked past,
And our hold lessened each time

It slipped

And slipped

I slipped

So I foolishly dreamt of the first few, where we ran away from everything, down to our special place.

Where our secrets were guarded by your lips and mine alone..

I despised your Goldilocks hair and your beautiful smile..
You trapped me in your lovers game, played me like a fool.

So I took it out on my bedroom wall

I need you, and your toxic habits
I live for your poisoned heart
I’ve broken down, night and day, at the thought of me losing you

Holes were left

Baby if you so wish,
He can have you in the morning, I in the eve

In them, and my heart.

Though I knew I had to hide them.

I yearned to cover them with concrete and forget about their existence
I needed to forget and move on like the wind..

But wind doesn’t fall in love

Just please let me stay

Let me forget your laugh..

Keep holding on, my angel, my love

And the worthless feeling you bestowed unto me

And take me back to our romantic haven

Take me back to my perfect life without your manipulations

Darling I beg you..

Darling I beg you..

Let us turn back time!

Let me turn back time.

My lady
Walk the street with me

Let us be like we used to
Laughing so freely

Don’t forget, my dear..
Because I know the road will surely fall apart

Though I will stay
Looking for the other piece of my heart

And holding onto the one lamp post
We kissed at, under the earnest moon

Hoping something will change
I pray

You come back to me soon

When

They fall

————————(when they)
———————————————- Fall

—————————falling————v
———————————————-  v
                 ­              (Down through the cracks in the walls)
                                        In the cracks in the wall
                                              ⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️
     ­                                  (Thunder crackles, scaring the crowd)
———————————————-            And when you hear their crying rivers drown up the noise
Splatter.. melt the walls (the walls)    ⭐️ ⭐️⭐️

The (dying) 🩸

Walls
(I can’t stop)  🛑🛑⭐️⭐️⚡️⚡️
Thinking.
———————————————-       ABOUT
                      THE
WALLS!

But no one else is looking for who’s inside them
To find the source
So neither will I

——————————————— And when their dreams go fly above the (red) dreaded drenched sky.. 🌩️🌩️🩸🩸🪽

I’ll go INSANE!

It’s everywhere.
    

                                                               ­            everywhere


                 EVERYWHERE!

(let me out)
(let me out)
(let me out)
(let me out)

Why can’t you just SHUT UP

Let me be..

Keep your crying quiet, quick

    (let me out)

Stop.

(let me out)

No-

(let me OUT)

The room goes dark, except for a small stream of light aiming up at the top of the stage. From it, a single drop of blood comes down.
Then more. Then incoherent sounds and laughter and crying cause the audience to get up from their seats and sprint towards the doorway..! More blood rains, and more and more. A POUNDING on the walls begins

a tune begins to play, too quiet for anyone else to hear save a curious little girl unafraid by the sounds and red liquid.

🎶 and when their dreams go fly, above the red drenched sky.. you’ll know. 🎶

You should’ve let me go

Half-chuckles flourishing in the night time scene
Slow deep breathes connect us
Staring into the darkened sky
We waited

…

But nothing came
Only a cool wind that blew leaves at our faces
And moved my hand onto yours
That's when I knew
I didn't want to wait for the stars to align
I just needed for you to be mine
and the elements seemed to agree..!

For some reason..
I hate you with all my guts
but
I want you to like me
and admire my presence
Yearn for my attention, sir
as I grumble at you from across the hallway..

My glorified enemy..
my incapacitated friend
when you told me I was your biggest regret
that the rage of 10,000 (dead by guillotine) cursed souls
make up 1% of your hatred for me
that when you died, your 2 year old child would grow with the very purpose
of destroying my entire life
I was appalled, dismayed
so I pressed on the blade
and you no longer could throw your outlandish threats my way.
But I did not expect, 30 years down the road
Sitting at the edge of my pool In my Florida mansion
which (of your own free will) is what you gladly endowed me
to see a bright light in the sky falling so quick and smooth
a beautiful sight
So I picked up my martini and took a final big swig
and extended my arms to the flaming red might
"IN MY MOTHER'S NAME!"
He spoke aloud
his mother would be oh so very proud!

Half-chuckles flourishing in the night time scene
Slow deep breathes connect us
Staring into the darkened sky
We waited

…

ᵀᴬᴿᴬᴺᵀᵁᴸᴬ ᶜᴿᴬᵂᴸˢ
ᶜᴬᴮᴱᴿᴺᴱᵀ ˢᴾᴿᴱᴬᴰ ᶜᴿᴼˢˢ ᵂᴬᴸᴸˢ
ˢᵀ. ᴹᴬᴿᵀᴵᴺˢ ᴳᴼᴼˢᴱ ᶜᵁᵀ ᴼᴺ ᶜᴿᴬᶜᴷᴱᴰ ᴼᴾᴱᴺ yellow ᴾᴸᴬᵀᴱˢ
ᵂᴼᴿᴺ ᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᴬˢ ᴴᴱᴿ ᴾᴬᵀᴵᴱᴺᶜᴱ
ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴿᵞ ᵂᴱᴮˢ ᴰᴵˢᴾᴸᴬᵞᴱᴰ ᴾᴱᴿ ᴼᴸᴰ ᶠᴼᴿᴳᴼᵀᵀᴱᴺ ˢᴼᵁᴸ
ᵀᴱᴺ ᴼᶠ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀˢ ᵁᴾˢᴵᴰᴱ down
ᶜᴴᴱᴱᴿˢ ᴱᶜᴴᴼᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵂᴱᴸᵀᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ
ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴿᴼᴮᴵᴺ ᴴᴼᴼᴰ'ˢ ᴬᴿᴿᴼᵂ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ
ᵂᴱᴸᴸ ᴹᴬᵞᴮᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᵀˢ ᴬ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ˢᴬᴿᶜᴬˢᵀᴵᶜ
ᴵᴺ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴵᴺ
ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ˢᴼᴮᴮᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴳᴳᵞ ᴱᵞᴱˢ,
ᴬ ᵛᴼᴵᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴮᴸᴬᶜᴷ ᶜᴿᴼᵂˢ. ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴱᵞᴱˢ,ᴰᴬᴿᴷᴱᴿ ᶜᴿᴼᵂˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ;ᴵᴺᴬᴰᴱᵟᵁᴬᵀᴱ ᶠᴸᴱˢᴴ ᴰᴱᴾᴿᴵᵛᴱᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴹˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴺᴼᵁᴿᴵˢᴴᴹᴱᴺᵀ ˢᴼ ᴵᵀˢ ᴵᴰᴸᴱ ᴹᴵᴺᴰ ᶜᴬᴺᴺᴼᵀ ᴴᴬᴺᴰᴸᴱ ᴸᴼᴼᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ ᵀᵂᴼ ᴮᴸᵁᴿᴿᵞ ᵂᴵᴺᴰᴼᵂˢ ˢᴴᴵᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴬᴸˢᴱ ᴴᴼᴾᴱ
ᴳᴿᴬᵀᴵᶠᵞᴵᴺᴳ ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴿᴷˢ ᵀᴼ ᴳᴱᵀ the ᴮᴬᴸᴸ ᴿᴼᴸᴸᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴿ trust ᴬᴺᴰ integrity
ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ ˢᵂᴱᴬᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ imaginary ᴸᴬᵁᴳᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᴸᴬᵞ ˢᴱᶜᴿᴱᵀˢ ᴵᴺ plain ˢᴵᴳᴴᵀ
ᵁᴾᴼᴺ ᶠᵁᴿᵀᴴᴱᴿ ᴵᴺᵛᴱˢᵀᴵᴳᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ,
ᴬᴿᴼˢᴱ ᵂᴬˢᴴᴱᴰ ᴬᵂᴬᵞ ᴮᴸᴱᴬᶜᴴ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵀᴬᴵᴺˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᴹᴱᴸᴸˢ of iron
ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ ᴵˢ the ᴼᴺᴸᵞ ˢᵁᴿᵛᴵᵛᴼᴿ?
ᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᴵᵀˢ ᶜᴼᶠᶠᴵᴺ ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶜᴬᴿᴰᴮᴼᴬᴿᴰ ᶠᴸᴼᴼᴿ ᴵᵀ ˢᵀᴬᴸᴷᴱᴰ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ
ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴬᴺ ᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴵᵀˢ ᶠᴿᴬᴳᴵᴸᴱ ᴴᴼᴸᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴼᴵᴺ flipped ᴼᴺ ᴵᵀˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᴼᵁᵀˢᴵᴰᴱ them, Fury ᴮᴵᴿᴰˢ ᴳᴸᴵᴰᴵᴺᴳ, ˢᴴᴼᵂᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᴵᶜᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ hail
ᵂᴴᴱᴺ ᵀᴼᴿᵀᵁᴿᴱ ᴿᴱᴬᴷᴱᴰ ᶠᴿᴼᴹ the ᴱᴬᴿᵀᴴ ᴹᴵᴸᴱˢ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᵂ ᴵᴺ ᶠᴵᴿᴱ ᵀᴬᴵᴸᴼᴿᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᵀᴴᴱ rain’s ᵂᴵˢᴴᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᴸᴱᴱᵀ'ˢ ᴱᴹᴾᴼᵂᴱᴿᴱᴰ ᶜᴼᵂᴬᴿᴰᴸᴵᴺᴱˢˢ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴴᴬᴵᴸ ᴾᵁᵀ ᴵᵀ’ˢ ᶠᴼᴼᵀ down ˢᴼ ᴵᵀ ᴹᴬᵞ ᶜᵁᴿᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ roads ᶠᴿᴼᴹ ᴵᵀˢ ᴰᴿᴼᵂᴺᴵᴺᴳ
ᴮᵁᵀ ᴵᵀ ᴸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴰ as ᴿᴼᶜᴷˢ,ᶠᴼᴿ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴳᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᵂᴬˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵˢ ᵀᴼᴼ ᴮᴱᵀᴿᴬᵞᴱᴰ ᴮᵞ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴬᵀᴹᴼˢᴾᴴᴱᴿᴱ'ˢ ᴾᴱᴿᴵᴸ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ... ᶜᴼᵁᴸᴰᴺᵀ ˢᴬᵛᴱ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ ᴬᴺᵞ ᴸᴼᴺᴳᴱᴿ
They all ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ᴹᴼᴺˢᵀᴱᴿˢ
ᴱᴺˢᴺᴬᴿᴱᴰ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴱᵛᴵᴸ'ˢ ᴾᴵᴺᵀ ᴼᶠ ᶜᴼᴺᶜᴿᴱᵀᴱ ᴹᴬᴰᴺᴱˢˢ
ᴵᴺᵀᴱᴳᴿᴵᵀᵞ ᵂᴬˢ ᴳᴼᴺᴱ
ˢᴼ only ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴵᴺᴱᴰ
ᵀᴿᵁˢᵀ

They trust the imaginary integrity of the yellow, plain roads, as the hail rains’ iron fury flipped them all down, down.

The sky wakes, mirroring my movements
I cannot escape the clouds
Nor the ones around
My face leaves traces on the path
Though I will have the final laugh
Trample my footprints
In the dust left
And know I left the mines

Take the amethyst
I kept underneath the pillow
Where I wept
Keep it in your music box
The one decaying
And play a song
It will help pass the time

Burn my clothes and bed
Tell them I’m dead
And let me escape fate
Hang onto the amethyst’s glow
And soon I’ll bring you with me
My Romeo

Green
         Yellow
                  Red
skrrrt.                           ­ Stop

The phone rings
A Deafening ring
Piercing my ears
                  
                 Smell of burnt gas,
And rubber
                                Coffee steam,
                       Burnt
Shaking hands
And legs tap,

         Tap
                                                            T­apping

Radio signals wavering

Sweat dripping down
         My face

The sun’s glare meets my gaze
                            Nothing can give me more pain than waiting
Waiting

Honking, pressing hard

                   Grunting

Yelling
                         Useless
  

              Broken apart, leather seats
        
          Cleaned only yesterday
     Fresh scent
Pain in my nostrils
Red.
                                   More honking
Long line


My hand moves up and down to check the time
The watch catches my reflection

           My wife needs me

GO!

Stomping on the gas,

                                        Honking and warning  from the other side

  The birds sing..

My head spins back

I lunge forward

Shards scrape my face and eyes
Down to my concrete bed

My pieces of bone aren’t red
The other car is red
The family inside is red

Cars engulfs in time stopping fire

My ears are numb
One is bleeding,
one is on the leather chair

It’s all stained.

My wife needs me.
                                           Sirens loud, LOUD

GET ME OUT

I scream at them,
                       Cracking my leg I kick the emergency response..
Whatever you call them

Monsters that pull at, and grab me, they keep me away from her
stop
please

Pain engulfs me
And I run off, tears in my eyes
             I’m stuck in my clothes
My breathing is trapped in my lungs

Red is all I see

My wife needs me
She..

When you wish upon a star..

Nothing will happen

Only hope will be left in your head
But hope means nothing, as you can’t act on it
What you can act on is goals
And a yearning for something you wish to do
Then you chase after what you want
And grasp hold of it

You can’t grasp hold of stars..
But they are pretty to look at

..And as the bird flies, the sky waves,
and the sun rays, and the clouds play
about the tops of trees, until the day fades,
and night shall be set free, so morning’s weight lays
fined for a rest, city light’s pollute I can attest,
now dark shan’t take its all important place
too weak becomes our concrete space,
disoriented becomes our eyes, so we can’t view best
they, we, remain at 50, just fifty %, more or less..

So how can anyone truly see?

Blue skies above
a tumbling crystal stream
Flowing pure and clear-
Oh what a lovely dream

Unbound chaos crafted by illegal hands
beautiful tragedies in the eyes of 2 sides
A vandal’s artwork so articulate it’s a crime
We’ll never know their name or the history of how they came to be
But only imagine in the graffiti we see
Dashing expression, in spontaneous speed
Lovely locomotive tapestry

1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”
3 Surely he will save you
    from the fowler’s snare
    and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
    nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes
    and see the punishment of the wicked.
9 If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
    and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you,
    no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
    so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
    you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 “Because he[b] loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.”

Today I woke up grateful
new opportunities await me, soon
I trust it

If I was in a different place
Outside time
Worlds away from this current existence
And someone asked me,
“Would you want to travel to a place called earth, feel a glimpse of life, experience all the emotions and events within a person’s day, love, heartbreak, anger..?”
The dumbest thing in the world would be for me
Or anyone, to decline.
So,
Whenever you are in a moment in time where you feel
Exasperated,
Unloved,
Stressed,
Remember how lucky you are to have the capacity in your soul
And in your heart,
To have perfect, quality sentiment
That even the highest stars in the sky could not grasp

Fishing line
How do you find the time?
Fishing line
On a day so sublime
Cast into the river, for some innocent fish to die
Fishing line..
It’s
you

Oh it’s always been you

That never waits for tomorrow
Who feeds on sorrow
Quite proactive indeed..
But for all the wrong reasons

Oh
you

Why has it come to this?
How can a single string of white cause so much pain?

It makes me question wars,
Nukes,
And bombs

Murders of all kind

When it’s been you,
Fishing line..
how do you find the time?

Is it just me
Or is everything around suspicious?

Malicious lies, intent unknown,
Poison spread by the government themselves
They want to **** us all!
Population control,
Multi media distraction, the slow seeping of knowledge
Middle class, twice removed
Vaccines = Down syndrome
Pharmaceuticals want us to be sick
All their information’s a trick
For our voice to be shunned

****** plots
Web of lies
Certain celebrity parties
Purposeful inflation
Closing of numerous investigations
No found explanations
Aliens..
CIA experimentations
9/11, an inside job
John F. Kennedy’s arranged assassination
New world order
Project 2025
Nuclear war? only the rich will survive

Oh how the human mind is filled with such ideas..
But then again, how do you know I’m not one of them

King’s reigning hand on top of his jester’s cap
Wind in both their eyes, and fire descending from the sky

Snow in oblivion.

King’s castle down unto the earth
He knew the bet was lost- known for a long time.
And thy nursing vines regrow
Although not accustomed to the distorted confusion,
Of reality.
Alongside, The moon pours it’s sympathy down upon them
It’s hands on nature’s heart

Snow in oblivion

Tantalizing thoughts rush through the blood
In king’s veins
His hand still resting upon the cap
Tears stream down his opulent clothes,
Wealth matters no longer.
His laughing companion for a short while remains quiet
His once vibrant chuckle,
Now only an echo that continues across the horizon.
The silence moves mountains,
Forces a slight bow of his head,
His cap falls slow-motion.

Snow in oblivion

And bravely he takes the hand of his lord,
Picks up a sharped piece of limestone from the castle
His grand, insubstantial castle,
And slowly pushes it into the hand
Deeper
please
Deeper.
King does not move
He yearned to suffer for something,
Needed, longed for it
Is what his flesh manifested into his heart
And the silence, suspended by his “royal” blood
gushing forth from his skin

Drop, drip
Snow in oblivion.

It was neither’s fault for the world’s collapse
Eventually it was bound to transpire.
Nothing was of merit forthwith,
Their sole purpose forgotten,
Stolen.

Falling with no intention,
He lays with himself
And fantasizes of an age where his resolve was absolute
Now the only motive is to end it all
And wait for his mirth to recover from the edges of his world;
Bring him value- he cannot produce

They are the oblivion in snow

Constrained positivity
Strained face and eyes
Borne tears of yours, but happy too
You confuse me
You delude me
Always tension in the air
But I’ve learned to breathe fine.
Any utopian thought I’ve made
Quickly gets drenched in fire
When I trip, or laugh weirdly
My world becomes unbalanced
By those ricocheting laughs
And their closed minded anthem
“Clumsy *** Carter, clumsy..”
To this day I hear it in the beat of music
Or the rhythm of the church bells
Most recently, the thump thumping of my heart
Locked away sealed inside,
Charismatic trumpets crafted with pride
Delivered isolation
And paranoic concentration
Don’t trip
Don’t put myself in awkward positions
Don’t.

So now when I see you cry
I can’t help but feel..
Nothing.
No empathy left for you
Or myself.

It’s my closed minded anthem now
Let it consume your life.

Pause

Rewind

Play

In forthcoming
  It might have been nice

To give you a reminder
  Instructions, possibly

I’ve only left you duct-tape
  To fix what I’ve broken

So you see,

My father is gone now, passed away
“Keep on smiling”
Is what’d he say
But till this day
I can’t give way

To the tears when the children
Are out there in play
With toys at the park, unbeknownst to the fade
Of the memories at stake
Neurotic gold
Under sun’s rays
Opportunities - but in sickness of health
And I cry,
Yes I cry
How can anyone keep smiling
When my brain isn’t surviving
And I’m left with these tapes
Low quality, garbage
The only good videos are in my mind
But they are too now dissipating

So I just lay and never sleep
Or eat anymore,
In the white clean fresh room
Chained to the bed
beep, beep
One look at the window
Is what my head will allow
The only thing that it can do now
My muscles are weakened,
I’ve forgotten how to walk
And now to talk
So all I have left is my rotting mind
And the grin I’ve kept frozen all this time
For the day I meet him back in heaven
So I can say
“I’ve kept on smiling”

Can you fix me?

Thy evening candle’s flicker glows like stars at night
Through gentle breezes borne by evening’s smoke
Debris left by day’s fierce returning flare
Best known in twilight’s tending, hidden care
From dawn to dusk the candle endures,
Once belonged to the man who’d take walks by the shores
For his imprint on the earth is forever spoke
By the chirps of the birds and melted wax on the floors
Of mother earth’s grassy plains
And in the memories of those who by his passing have been torn
Though unspoken wishes remain,
Once let by his tongue, in the rain he adored.
Clinging desperately onto the wind that carries
Until his words are lost in thy golden flame,
And his speech gone in dust by it’s own accord.

Disregard anything I say.
Write and write
Philosophical ideas
Opinions, contradictions
Fake news and constrictions
The river and forest, love and emotion
Printing with thought and handling devotion
Conquering the pen and the art of life
Relatable hatred, melancholy, strife.
Yes, the worldly things are all accounted for
But what of the things we don’t already know?
Have you thought about that?
Anything different from the words of our poems
Not the unknown but farther past that,
Have you thought?
Something that contradicts the very laws of the lead from a pencil
Or keys on a computer
Far behind relatable, or history.
Far ahead of imagination
Have you thought?
No, few minds have gone past the supposed boundaries humanity has set forth for everyone on earth.
Try to think of a new color
A new smell
A new taste,
Indifferent from anything you’ve already experienced.
Think, think!
Or can you not, has your brain failed you?
Try again;
Think of the sky if it was not
Or the sun if it was the sky
But green
And filled with leaves from the autumn wind
If it was not wind
Think of not as if it was sure
And grasp hold of possibilities
If they were tiny pebbles in your hand.
Break the barrier, if you dare
But I bet you are already making assumptions in your mind
“Impossible” “Crazy” “Nope”
These walls will only build taller.
But break through them, I know you can’t, but try. Try anyway.
Or disregard anything I say.
Make new, whatever it means to you.

Itchy white sweater
A day before December
Bells are ringing,
Ringing, singing
“Hallelujah, Hallelujah”
The people are singing
Commotion and speed walking, don’t be late!
The first day of advent,
2 lowly snowflakes falling
Too early,
And they disintegrate into the cement.
Statues of angles, and Jesus, our savior.
The bells stop ringing
And begins, “Our father who art in heaven..”
My tongue knows what to say
But we are all silent in our sin
Sinning, remorse.
Then, miraculously
He cries
Or maybe it’s a she
A Little baby.
But their cry gives a weight to the words
“Our kingdom come”
Faces turn, including mine, all guilty
While the one crying has nothing on their record.
“Thy will be done”
Their mother is smiling, stressed, shushing her bundle of joy
Who’s singing sweetly for them, for us.
Crying, pouting
Peace in the innocence of her tears
Like those 2 little snowflakes that came alone, brave
Before their harsh, downcast winter storm
“As we forgive those,”
Voices fade
“Who trespass against us”
And light pours upon the sweet child
Loving arms hold her tight, away from everything around.
Time moves fast.
“And lead us not into temptation..”
Their cry becomes desperate, louder
The mother is pleading, “shh, shh, it’s okay.”
And I die inside.
Little baby sneezes
Then pouts, again.
The cry, carrying the problems of all
Every insult,
“But deliver us from evil.”
Every regret.
“Amen.”
Every forced smile and somber moment.
And everything sits down,
All the stars in the sky,
For the poor, poor child.
No worry in those eyes,
I wish she wouldn’t stop crying
For the evil in the world.
My heart cries along with her
And together we are reassured that love exists.
“Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.”

Back from class
Now middle of day
Coming back to it
I don’t want to stay
This place, it’s purpose to be a home
But to me it’s just a house;
I turn to music for relief
An escape from life lessons
And long conversations
Of long term subjects
Or avocations
I don’t want the future
So I’ll look to the past
But even those memories
Could never last.
Left turns to right
Down starts going up,
Confusion sets in
Then fear follows
My heart realizes it’s spent
All this time hollow
Like a lost boy in a winter storm
clinging to a small fire for heat
Until it snuffs out,
Freezing, and accepting defeat
To the assault of this cold, cold world.

Restrained from hope
But retrained from fear

A sense of trying to grab into reality
Yes into,
As I’m out of it
As it slips through my fingertips
Like a thought could trigger fatality

Rivers running down my cheeks
But I can’t feel them
The sea salt scent trailing into my nostrils
But I can’t smell

Trembling from loss of light
Though a purge of blinding light
is within my heart
Telling a story
Of Already wilting flowers
being cut from their stem
Before being given another chance
Before they realize they’re wilting

Now I can’t think of anything at all
Except my shadows running across the wall
Like it’s frightened
Of me,
A madman
A sacrificial lamb

Scared of what I am
And what I may become.

Knock knock,
On the door.
I want to be alone

With each pound,
A little light breaks through
Giving me a glimpse
Of the tall shadows I choose to live with

The knocking becomes desperate
I can feel the urgency in the constant sound
Of wood splintering
I don’t want to move.

My shadows give me comfort
The light is too frightening to be in.
Why can’t they stop knocking?

They begin to kick
And kick,
The door remains
As if un phased by the toil of them
Who want me out

Why do they bother,
I’m okay here.
I assume.

The knocking slows to a stop

and one last, soft and barely heard
Tap
Somehow shakes me to my core.
Knocking my door to the ground.

The tall shadows are whisked back into the dark

The wood is filled with vines,
Burnt and corroded

And as I peer into the blinding light

I see blood dripping down
my own hands.

The armor of a true selfless person

Is beaten,

Scratched,

Marked,

Slowly falling apart

All so the people they care about go unharmed

At the expense of one’s wants

They want to help with other’s needs

Not for money, nor anything in return,

Is the true value of selflessness

A gift like no other..

she sits
Crossing her legs,
Her beautiful hair waves in the wind
Glistening, like her eyes
Those eyes that shine and dance across waterfalls
Like the entire world
Is inside
Just as her captivating smile,
Slight, but elegant nonetheless
makes it worth my while
To keep staring
As she stares back.
Eyes locked,
Forgetting to breathe
Palms sweating, no message received
That face says she’s content but is that what she’s thinking?
Neither of us are blinking
This scary but enlightening feeling,
Renders me useless
While looking at
Her