So....you hate me and think I'm a fool,
A lost, simpleminded forgettable tool,
Someone who knows not what life is about,
You stand right in front of me beginning to shout.

The first, few words,  I heard so closely I say,
But after those words all your others went away,
I looked and looked in your eyes full of hate,
I'll take in a movie, is it still too late?

You stamp your feet like a locomotive in motion,
I'm not listening now with your horrible notions,
I feel a laugh swelling deep inside of my mind,
Your nasty and pushy and mostly not kind.

I glad for the earplugs pushed deep in my ears,
Hoping you won't notice them, this is my fear,
And as you get redder and your blood now is hot,
I'm glad that your leaving, your company not.

So....as the door slams and silence fills the air,
I wonder why you really thought I would care,
But how it now shows you that love sometimes sours,
No movie tonight with the now late, late hours.

Mumpity, flumpity, flickety flo,
Skippedy, whippedy, whatate is so.
Nannity, sanity, banality more,
Appity, slappity, slippery ore.

This it the language of garrilous gores,
Plumpity, uppity, nackity nor,
Willowby, silloby, mackity, lore,
Sit by the window you hippety ***.

Africaty, molassesity, whoppity wo,
Laughity, screetchity, eachity sore,
Walk in a willow and trees are abore,
Sit by the window you willowby store.

A woman's body was found today,
Just laying lifeless in a ditch,
Her eyes were still just like a church,
Where souls get lost without a hope.

A child was beaten and died today,
Poor, little dear did nothing wrong,
But still some innocent left this world,
Because the madness reigned supreme.

A little, black girl so beautiful to see,
Was hunted down and murdered so,
Just like as though she never existed,
Left in the pile of humans gone.

I heard the news let out a scream,
Some other lover killed their love,
In a most heated passion of hate,
Put forth the means to silent a soul.

I looked to Heaven with tired eyes,
The tears of Heaven flowed down in rain,
The clouds so parted to show God's face,
With sadness in his countenance now.

This cup of life has not fulfilled,
My every longing quest to live,
Nor, has the tempest of the sea,
So drowned a sorrow and aching soul.

It seemed that when a life began,
The endless possibilities reigned,
With all the moments given to me,
To build some sort of life, you see.

But it was such a challenge, yes,
To predetermine the course to follow,
Yet, try so desperately little man,
To find a place where I belonged.

To reinvent what's lost in time,
Almost an event so impossible,though,
I struggled here and there to be,
More than what God had given freely.

Then morning comes one day you see,
That all emcompassing time is passed,
When we sit back to examine the road,
To how we arrived so quickly here.

But beats a heart with a directive to live,
Pounds ever hard to save what is left,
We look to the future with earnest means,
To be more than than the sum of me.

This cup of life has not fulfilled,
My every longing quest to live,
Nor, has the tempest of the sea,
So drowned a sorrow and aching soul.

It seemed that when a life began,
The endless possibilities reigned,
With all the moments given to me,
To build some sort of life, you see.

But it was such a challenge, yes,
To predetermine the course to follow,
Yet, try so desperately little man,
To find a place where I belonged.

To reinvent what's lost in time,
Almost an event so impossible,though,
I struggled here and there to be,
More than what God had given freely.

Then morning comes one day you see,
That all emcompassing time is passed,
When we sit back to examine the road,
To how we arrived so quickly here.

But beats a heart with a directive to live,
Pounds ever hard to save what is left,
We look to the future with earnest means,
To be more than than the sum of me.

If love be lost when trials begin,
And all the time ends swift in sin,
Then how can we rebuild our hearts,
From end to beginning with a start?

If pain is passed like bread that's baked,
When no one faces the pains they staked,
Then how can forgiveness soon show its face,
If no one is willing to run this tempered race?

So easily the fingers point harsh to the source,
Who caused the hurt and ran the wild course,
With anger bursting forth in heated flames,
Again what matters is who's to blame.

Yet time and time we so desperately try to mend,
To stop the blood flow and with a message send,
That once we loved each other so eager to be,
But now we are blinded and can no longer see.

Another casualty the world will not soon post,
Because we care not on who loves another the most,
With worldwide motion of people with lives to live,
We've little time to solve this problem and to give.

A cliche, yet I know it's true,
But you were such a beauty,too,
If anymore the sculptor could do,
He couldn't mold another you.

Each inch so placed so finely there,
Yes, God knew how to really care,
The moment time came standing still,
This empty man stood now fulfilled.

You gazed upon me so circumspect,
Your friends on me were so correct,
That I would need your very soul,
To calm my beast, still out of control.

Where now we stood your passion flew,
Into my heart now furnished new,
I reached to touch your precious skin,
In hopes this isolation soon would  end.

But like a dream so simple to spin,
I knew this pleasure would abuptly end,
So holding you tight, to secure my mind,
I held you close, just this one last time.