1000 words to speak my mind
but amm'a sum it up
in 9
B- Beautiful
U-Utmost superficial
T-True
T-Tactic
E-Elegant
R-Reserved
F-Flirty
L-Laure­ate
Y-Yielding
...that is all you are to me. :-)

©The Unspoken

I can’t

I accidentally injured myself

I fractured my motivation

Its that fluffy place
not unlike a cloud,
I can just float in there
for minutes or hours.

It floats me away to
places new, on the cloud
of feathers my head does
rest, snuggled nicely in my
place of rest.

I love my bed, I wish I
could be in all times of
the day, but i like it at
night my safe place where
I just float away

You tap my window, I settle
back to sleep but so you think
I haven't got the message, TAP,
TAP, TAP Morse Code for
WAKE UP no time for sleep.

Down more come like thunder
on my window sill, how am I
meant to sleep.

All I hear is a waterfall from the
gutter, as it slashes down a river
of noise is all I can hear. I want to
sleep but you will not let up.

So I sit up tired weary and of need
of sleep, I look out the window and
then for reasons I don't know you stop,
you just wanted my attention. Now I
dose back off  with now gentle
raindrops settling me back to sleep.

They fell
from the
sky with
one thing in mind,
to play tag
and I was
the first one
they hit and
now am tagging soaked

It was  lost on
a cold night, never
to be found again.

On cold pavement
slabs, my bottom
freezing but all part of
the fun.

She used me as some
late night fun, but it
was 25th December.

I'll never forget that
present, she unwrapped
and threw me away
when done...

My mind, a terrain of landscapes formed
over the years of my life. Some scarred
with thoughts of the past blackened.
Only now do they start to flourish
with the confidence that once was there.

Many mountains have I had to climb in my
mind, goals that's sometimes have felt
like a climb to much.

But I have reached these points and never
looked back. Then there is the graves
of thoughts once past , forever kept deep
in my mind never to resurface as
better left buried in the past.

My mind moulded into what it is today,
some parts hidden not easy to find.
While other parts of my mind open
like any book I can read my
memories anytime.

Joseph Childress

Concrete benefits, nature of the jungle
Cities and suburbia, survival of the fortune
The owls growl now, no more asking “Who”
The town runs wild, the eye watches the jungle

Abstract revolution, power of the people
Mafias and militia, conquering division
Rebel of the mind, hands still chaining
Gangs grow larger, conquering the people

Misogamist marriage, fatality of the lovers
Polygamists and virgins, electrically connected
****** innuendo, pushing and pulling
The pace moves quicker, bindings of the lovers

Unthinkable thoughts in the valley of a dream
Inventive venting on impossible creations
Utopian physics,  disavowed in the matrix
The strings vibrate, the theory of a dream

Bashful *******
Shying in vain
In vanity
A gust full of disgustions
Aiming for the senses
Of the senseless
Since less
Is what fools choose
In abundance
I’ll give enough lessons
To
Subtract the negative
Assumptions
Added that positivity
Is possible
In the stereotyping
Of our future

If so
Add All the differences
Attractions of the same
Usually end
In repulsion

But
Whose All
Is more than the rest?

Almighty
All none
All one
Alone
Ali
Altercation
Alliteration?

The geniuses
Debate
As satire misses
The point
Like dullness

Unafraid to be afraid
Of sameness
Though its comfort
Could conform the most
Rebellious heart
If left unchecked
I choose
To sit on the broken throne
Viewed
Absurd as blurbs
For the sake of unnervance

Joseph Childress

Absence makes the heart grow
Fonder for most
Somber for some
Odd of others

The presence of love
Is the foremost force
In the divorce
Of reason

Attachments
Magnets
Victims of attraction
Repel
Then make tractions
That keep the world
Moving

Rebels revel
In revolution
Worshipping
The great changing
Like crescent moons
Before the new

Each phase
Relays the latest trend
As love, hate and sin
Blends in a cocktail
Of delusion

Drunkards play martyr
In the extremist
Conditions
Relentless systems of belief
That leaves relief
For the reliving of death

The children witness it all
Imitating
And coming up shorter
Than expectations
With each generation
Alternating ideas
For alternatives
Altering native ways of thinking

Beings battle for correction
In facilities
As others rights
Squander
In the quelling of dissent
Fighting fear
Is dear
To the hearts of trendsetters
Setting the standard
For the new age
New way of thinking

Off to Walden’s Lake
For the Great Disappearance
Dissing appearance
For the sake of absence
As absentmindedness
Watches from afar
Don’t worry
I’ll return with enough
Civil disobedience
The laws will have to change
In our honor

My mind is racing,
Sprinting down the track.
Spinning in a burn out.

I am at loss for words,
I cannot speak..

Such a sight tis thee,
Thy sweet and good man.

What might be in store for me?
Is it love,
Or is it hate?

Only one way to find out.

"Hey, whats your name?"