You can't put it into words, the moment when you look into the
eyes of the one who is supposed to reassure you, make you feel
safe. It only takes an instant, fear will lose before you have a
chance to make sense of it and darkness becomes a part of who
you are...

Does time exist
because of this
gravity we feel
and if our universe
ceases to exist
would it quit
continue, or
stand deathly still?

I talk in tongues that rise to mind,
The muses spill their rhyme through time,
I see in symbols I cannot speak;
Much madness from this broken beak.

No energy to waste on sleep,
The world so bright, its wilds so deep,
Each voice becomes a singing bird,
Articulating song in words.

One question remains under the cover of this night
Will I bow down or will I fight?
Submission garuntees a place to stay
But rebellion lets me live my own way

I whispered two her softly
Romantic words of true love
Words of true love
But I love you more
My love when your
Alone the wind will
Always whisper the words
I Truly Love You My One True Love.

Soft spots mark up
the body and spark

plugged up: an implosion

syrup sweet weeps sticky substances
like love, chuunibyou, and other delusions

dreamed: in language strange
spoked, soaked in sulphur

a beautiful man without mercy hath thee in thrall

This meeting is now in session
My fellow Butterball’s this is a confession
We must avoid being eaten on Thanksgiving Day
We are placed on a farm waiting for the ax
This is a known fact
One Butterball Turkey stated that the owner tried to use the ax on him and he knocked the owner down and ran
He let the owner know you are not my fan
We Butterball’s must stick together
We are a winning team like no other
Butterball’s Unite
The fight is on
United we are strong
We will march together up Main Street
We will show the public we will not be ate and beat
The public will have to find another meat as a treat
This will be our retreat
The Turkey Rebellion established
Our voice is the Turkey Revolution
This will not be our finish in conclusion
It is certainly no illusion
The Turkey thought with the mission in humans won’t eat
The battle cry being our song
As Turkey’s, we will strive in survive.