you spread rumors- you spread lies
you'll cover you ears- i'll cover my eyes
you agitate and stir chaos into the ***
i sift through the waste to get what i got
you bundle up sorrow and infest others with strife
i put my hands before me to give up my life
bees and honey and trees and plants
left over for the maggots and then the ants

Look into the Past
nothing ever Lasts
Fated to wither and die.

Look for Hope Tomorrow
from the Haters and the Sorrow
Searching for some shiny new dimes.

Book my passage
place my coins on my eyes,
I've stayed too long this time.

I must return this life I've borrowed,
from both Yesterday and Tomorrow.

I hear it is said " Live in the Now",
" Live for this Day";
yet I don't know Why or How.

so, from lost and disheartened,
I've made my journey back;
although, I've misplaced my tiny handful of tokens.
Tokens of Faith, Hope, Love and Trust;
I will give back all that I must.

This World is persistent and unfamiliar,
and I abide far too long-
I will leave without dancing-
I leave that to you, and I require no song.

lying in bed
laid to rest
the outspoken
the out numbered
never loved the best
I will pass unnoticed, but marred by vanity's test.
not one to live for, not one to die for-
middle of the road; on neither side of the fence,
the onlookers watch and stare.
at last; at will, firing into the open blackness of the sky-
wanting to feel alive, not wanting to care=
I am not alive nor free nor dead; wanting to die

misplaced letters; misplaces trust
the world dines on their wanton lust
wandering footsteps, weakened by bottle glass.
I hurry up , so I won't be last.
Screaming
no glory
Dreaming
outscoring
forwarded footsteps and unopened mail,
left out in the barrenness, the terse winter Gael.
what should I do ?
what can't I see ?
left all alone
burdened by me.

I tilted my head . I wilted and was dead -
No longer entangled in this snare called life -
none the less remembered, respected
Dejected in my illusion -
Where i wander most often, unclaimed and disillusioned -
Whatever was I hoping for-
longing in which to see -
the distorted , unreported - dismemberment of ME -
Expectations are like curses, drowning and alienating ALL who dare to dream -
The Ideals of a stranger - I am now what I seem