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The Infinite a sudden Guest
Has been assumed to be—
But how can that stupendous come
Which never went away?
 Mar 2015 C J Baxter
Spelz
Every night the actor's lover sleeps with
A stranger.

Falling in and out of love,
Her hunger for danger.

Beneath her guilty garments,
virtue dies its natural death,
Imprisoned by curiosity
sated only by infinity...
               The cycle at its birth

Every day the lover's actor lives
A different life,

Someone less in full control, she could never love. Those flavors of men she adores,
carefully selected to suit her appetite's role.

Beneath pretentious cloaks and masks,
Enslaved by his own creation,
His own invention,
His Frankenstein stands perfectly still
In her eyes... As she opens the door.
 Mar 2015 C J Baxter
ArianaRusso
As i was smoking a cigarette I noticed a strain of hair on my hand, i thought it could be moving, mustn't have fallen from a loch
I tried to pick it up and throw it somewhere unimportant but it was only smoke
tried
it went away
disappeared, faded away
disappeared
just like my mind.
 Mar 2015 C J Baxter
ArianaRusso
Working  all  day  long,  sob
*hear
  my  song
Dawn  comes    get   my   fix  and   the  job
is     done
restart   day  after.
Life descends into the vice of those who judge...
Unconditional opinions give those the nudge...
The nudge into darkness we ride...
Back into the corner we hide...
From those high on life's pleading destruction...
It's hard for us to begin our reconstruction...
People unable to enter society's plains...
Due to the judgmental's menacing claims...
It's time we stop listening to those of scorn...
It's time to know those are the ones truly torn...
For we are all beautiful in our own little ways...
It's time to realise it with no more delays...

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
I've had enough, I'm done
Your standards are no fun

You're a broken wordsmith
Lost in a world of words
Searching for realization
While your story is unsung

Your screams from mountaintops
Heard only by cowards ears
Your brightest light
Can't catch my darkest hour

Good day to you sir
A forever blur*

*Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
The message on the TV screen tries vainly to be heard but our melting minds see nothing but snow. Would we know meaning if it hit us squarely?
Think what it must be like to be them.
This isn't about you, making comparisons.
This begins with understanding them and their problem . 
If they aren't willing to tell you their problem,
That means that they have already established
That you have a lack of understanding about their problem.
Mental health is what I'm talking about,
Mental health needs to be acknowledged in advance,
So that they feel like they can open up to you.
Without encountering childish remarks behind their backs,
"Mentally disabled" is the wrong terminology for mental health.
This odd person has quite clearly been through a lot.
Whether it's dealing with people judging them,
Struggling to socialize, feeling isolated...
Laughing at them is not positive, in fact,
It's the most negative reaction. No love there.
But what do you love? cars, phones, latest clothes etc...
Their problems are very different to your own.
You need to look up common conditions such as Autism,
To be a better person to those around you,
Because if you don't understand, who else will?
All I need is for you to understand.
 Feb 2015 C J Baxter
Nicole Mock
She wore flowers in her hair
And anger in her eyes
Had a strong hate for her father
And thought birthdays were stupid

He memorized every notch in her spine
And made a home for himself in the gaps between her fingers
Playing dot-to-dot with her freckles,
Became his new favorite hobby

Tattoos adorned his arms
Expressing himself in ways words never could, for ink could not stutter
He smoked too many cigarettes, and gazed at her through hooded eyes
The kind that could only be found in the depths of the alleyways you avoided

She looked at him as if he had hand selected the stars,
And was responsible for the moon
Right next to her love for the Rolling Stones, he was there
Swimming through her bloodstream

He had deceived himself into believing he did not love her
For she was his Abigail Williams
And she always said,
"God damns all liars"
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