Half way through the day I discovered it was a holiday.
I checked the calendar in the kitchen just to be sure.
I stood by the sink and looked out at the day
and I still didn’t feel like celebrating.

The guy next door gets drunk on
Sundays.
I watched his wife get ******* while he was at work.

I started a story the first line was this:
“A brown bagged bottle of Strawberry Hill with cherry lip-gloss around the end sat in an empty locker as the Cheerleaders cheer some cheesy ryming song”

When the Light was accepted the drunks
in the bars blocked the windows and the doors.

The dancing girl remained that pale beautiful
I watched her stumble with a broken heel dangling
off her pink manicured finger tips.

It didn’t get hard.
It didn’t become such a challenge
until I knew I was approaching the end.

Imagine if there was more to our world than what we've been trained to believe.
Imagine if it was all a Lie,the Heroes they create for us and the goals they've claimed to have already reached.
Imagine if all of that knowledge you forced yourself to remember turned out to be nothing more than words to keep you from asking questions.
Imagine a world as inhabitable as our own and as close as a vacation destination.
Imagine your mind free of the trained way and your thoughts as open as the ones I share with you today.
Imagine if you could an infinite plain with pockets of life like a honeycomb with worker bees there to protect it from the destructive hand of man.
Imagine if there was more,more mountains and clean rivers. Species to be discovered, unknown fruits to be eaten and medicinal plants whose cures can save us all.
Imagine all of this or Imagine just a few lines of this.
How would our leaders react to the fact there is more land.
Would they share it with the masses for us to seek out and destroy with our constant want for more?
Imagine if it was all a Lie from the man on the moon to the man you call your savior.
Imagine a ball floating in a space of nothing while spinning thousands of miles an hour with billions of living beings feeling nothing of this spin and seeing nothing of this ball.
The Earth is flat there is more land and thats a fact you will soon be forced to deal with.

I'm counting
on all of
the things
I've already done
to get me
through all of
what I won't
do tomorrow.

She told me
everything powerful
always remains hidden.

I remained silent when
she reached across the
candle lit counter and exposed
her arm past the wrist as
she topped off her glass.

I showed no emotion as
she unintentionally exposed
the flesh beneath
the sleeve of her knitted
second hand sweater.

She told me how the
pills and the ***** had
replaced the priest and
the sacrificial wine.

I kept my eyes on her
drink as the ***** quivered
from the surface tension
along the rim of the smokey
highball glass.

She told me she was too fast
for love but too afraid to be alone.

I took my time with my own bitter
drink as she continued on.

She said she wanted more
sedation and less acceleration.

She wanted ice cubes for her drinks
that didn't melt so fast.

She wanted Winehouse back
and for the butterflies to come to
her.

She wanted to light up the
darkness like Goya did.

But most of all she wanted
everything she wrote down
to leave her forever.

All I wanted was to help get
her through the night.

I started by tucking my fighting
knife away and by really listening
while ignoring the marks on
her arm.

Those hurtful jagged scars
of a Cutter.

Mad
squirrels
dash across
live power
lines.

I tried and was
attacked.

I shared and was
ridiculed.

I presented evidence
that they all
refused to see.

In the end I took
care of only
my own.

I contributed to the
illusion
by remaining silent.

I lived out my days
shielding my thoughts
from them  all.

Spent my remaining
years away from the fray
where the wild dogs
still grin at the sight
of the moon.