childhood happy
our loving parents'  arms provided
safe and sound
when we  were sprouts undivided
from them
all needs-wants at our beckon call
to recall
is a blessing from life and all
the years
that have passed and disappeared
cannot
won't remove those times
for me

I have gone on days
Stumbling down alleyways
Rummaging the ground to find
Any footprints you have left behind
To illuminate this path I've taken
And ease the pain of a love forsaken

I could have
          sworn we were
                             meant to be

We argued
             so perfectly
                             together

Ha No body Cares. Just sayin. It's all about you. Take it or leave it fool flushed *****... If they bring you down, leave'um, if they bring you up conceive them.. but move on. Stagnace, is debilitating...just branch out and grow. You wanna stay the same fine, peace be with your soul. I'm getting mine fast or slow. Each person I meet plays an important roll. I honor that because I love me and whatever I attract  or detest says something.. speaks volume in this life of misfired garbage. I'm here and now. I want the simple finer things. But your all hung up on these deformed ideals...getting wasted away like zombies.. Is it Armageddon? The end of the world where you choose to eat the shinny fruit, cause your all *******. Don't wanna get your hands ***** so you eat of a mans filthy riches.. and in the parameters of the English language I've got run in sentences... And whatever else stumps you from the truth. **** structure **** taught belief.. **** ***** for ***** sake.. forget word and spoken reason. Words are discrimination. Words can't even touch true evolution. But we all try so hard to make them work... And I'm done you silly *** folk. I stay silent and a loaf since the rest of the word is just living to stay a float.

POST

My thoughts are wilting upon the branches of
my reflections, each one a shade different from
the other that like shimmers of a sunset linger.

I wait for the instance when assumption is oxidised
and in heavy nothingness they fall wilted on my
mind, they are cushioned beneath so many more.

My minds creativity has descended and now rotting
in colourful expiration. And for now my thought don't
wave, till the next time buds of thought form and reform.