**** happens.

I admit it.

There’s no need to spit it.

I can erase the pain on my face.

Though my heart is of another space.

I want to be around someone who is warm.

Not having to tolerate or conform.

It’s a standard that I’ve created.

And I hate when someone tries to feed it to me.

Let’s agree, life plays a part.

Making our faults the start to depart.

I work mercilessly with the time that I have.

Priorities constantly shift and are really a drab.

I’ve canceled a quest, for several a clue.

I know I have been paying dues.

Where I fail at visitation, I attempt communication.

Most times I reflect and am thankful of the memory that is stored.

Even for those who obsessively record.

It’s comforting to be with another similar creature.

Allow my spirit to be free and fine tune the frequency.

Be merrily along the way.

Instead you blew it away because you weren’t “feeling okay”.

I won’t show alarm, don’t want to harm, nor look like a clown either.

So I’ll do what neither of us really want to do.

I’ll cease and desist.

Reminisce later.

As of now I’ll fade into the background.

You need to finish what you start.

It’s about what is emitting from the heart.

Upset dreams and goals grow thick.

The little-to-zero energy spent.

Is anything good enough change?

Could you further defile your brain?

Closure to the fatal sky.

I wonder what stories meant goodbye.

Three times we felt the shudders blast.

We knew each moment could be our last.

We huddled in the covers that we made quick.

The monster’s nails went “Click. Click. Click.”

It upsets me when people want a monopoly.

Even when their ideology doesn’t fit the brand.

Some are willing to enslave the land.

Then coerce the remaining to go with the plan.

I say, “Fight to Stand! Down with The Man.”