In my world.
There would be no bad thoughts.
Nothing would be illegal.
There would be a switch to change the rain-
from water to sweets.
The rivers would be clear.
Nothing to worry about.
Everyone is friends including the animals.
Food is a given.
But the chain? Not there.
Suffering would be unseen.
Laughter would be plentiful.
And to solve divorce. Everyone would be a puzzle piece.
Only unique to fit their soul mate.
Never a cloud in the sky.
But some precipitation is a must.
Everyone would be healthy.
In the center would lay a fountain of youth.
Trees would be infinite,
For they are my favorite.
School would be a week long.
Money would grow on trees.
Families were never broken.
Neither are bones.
Wrinkles would be absent.
And beauty would have no definition.
But... that's in my world.
And reality *****. :)

So I run down this block,
Writers block.
And I see many things.
Nothing constructive.
I can't hear what it sings.
So I walk down this block,
Writers block.
There is a man carrying a sack,
I wonder what he has?
Possibly a snack?
So I trudge down this block,
Writers block.
With the thought of food in my brain.
I am so hungry,
In my stomach, a small pain.
So I linger down this block.
Writers block.
Food for thought.
My bellies full.
But still, I fought.
So I crawl down this block,
Writers block.
Trying to move past this.
Slowly but surely.
I feel almost amiss.
So I lay on this block,
Writers block.
Finally to the end.
I am exhausted.
Good bye my dear friend.

The stars are above.

The earth is below.

The rain is a present.

The sun is a show.



The moon is a treasure.

The dirt is engaging.

The water is plenty.

The air is stimulating .



The wind is strong.

The living is a circus.

The dead is six deep.

And yet the gravity refutes us.

Who are you?

You are human.

Yes you are.

You may tend to forget,

but you drive a nice car.

Who are you?

Do you even know?

You get everything handed to you.

Like you deserve it.

Do you?

Who are you?

I may not know.

But I do know one thing,

You deserve nothing at all.

Who are you?

What have you done?

You may seem like a nice person.

But not compared to some.

Who are you?

What made you, you?

But you dont really care.

You are sheltered in your own wealth.

With none to share.

This is nothing new to you.

Who are you?

There are people that are suffering.

They are dying to have what you have.

But you? you take advantage.

Who are you?

I would really like to know.

What is life to you? Simply just a gift?

Do you see the beauty and pain?

Doubt it. You see nothing.

Because all you are is vain.                              

Tell me who you are.

Right now you are in the shadow.

When you learn to enjoy life.

Let me know.

I have created a monster.



A monster of defeat.



One that tends to think.



But never speak.







I have created a monster.



A monster of emotion.



One that loves always.



And shows all her devotion.







I have created a monster.



A monster of spite.



One who does wrong.



But always thought right.







I have created a monster.



A monster of itself.



One who knows everyone.



But my own self.

Oh poor little elephant in the room.

No one knows him.

He cries repent.

But I still will not let him go.

I won't speak of him.

Not a word.

He hangs from my ear lobes.

Sits in my eyes.

Slouches my shoulders.

And sometimes makes me cry.

He is big...

But invisible to the eye.

He wants to leave,

I want him to.

But this chain is ample.

And clamped to me tight.

Where is the key?

Not in sight.

I know its here somewhere.

Or maybe hours away.

Poor little elephant in the room.

He needs to be free.

He needs to be with his momma.

Which unfortunately is me.

I have created this elephant.

This elephant of distrust.

Its no ones fault but my own.

But this I feel is unjust.