I wandered through dreams
this morning.

Walking and walking.

And all of a sudden
I heard the door open
at the bottom of the stairs
-in a house I haven't
lived in since I was twelve-

and a female voice
called my name

it sounded so very
familiar
but I can't
quite
place it

maybe a clue
to lost memories?

I was blinded by your light,
But now you're burnt out.

She stopped at the light
outside the Double Drop D in Cortez
and looked me over

I was day dreaming about a girl
with finger cymbals
between shows

Her top was down
and I could hear Neil Young
singing Cinnamon Girl
on the radio

...*i could be happy
the rest of my life..

She's down and all on board are lost
in a country full of hate.
Unnamed bodies lie and rot,
victims of collateral shame.

Like blackbirds pulling worms from lawns,
they pick possessions over,
voiding evidence, spoiling, looting,
while dead voices scream dishonour.

The freedom to fight for your side
or just to fight another tribe.
Fingers pointing, picking fault,
while expert pickers are deterred.
Newsmen gather every word.

Purged by violence
Body distorted,
Weathered by ignorance.
Miles of shame beneath your feet
Exchanging pleasure for disease.
Lifeless and wrought
Contempt with your miserable life
Owned,
By a hypodermic puncture site.
Willingly you undress,
Your shamefully reflection;
To wolves of prey
With violent intentions.
Mentally inapt
Incapable of discretion
A spirit void waste of flesh,
Used for others accession
Your foreboding creation
A ceremony of pain
Unable to have an objection.

Flies on the fruit of your body;
A maggot nest
for nature's protection.
Falsified hopes
Stem from paralyzed delusion.
Drug induced comma
Keeps your pain in remission.
Transfixed by your own demise
7 masked figures lure you inside.
Thrown into the back of a van.
Oil soaked rags
Bind each of your hands
No sirens to chase you Down
Adorned in a bag,
Is how you'll be found.
Violently emancipated;  
cleansed of your pride.
Washed with gasoline,
To help you subside.
Set ablaze,
With violent reactions
***** no more.
Welcome to the procession.

Oh baby
You are beautiful
Baby
Baby
So, so beautiful
Don't you worry
Baby
Baby
Don't you worry
How you look.

The girl who would rather spend her Friday night at home organizing her room than at the parties.
The girl who would rather curl up and read at lunch than sit and socialize over talk of nothing but "people".
The girl who would rather drown out the world with music than sit in class and be involved.
The girl who would rather work alone and finish her homework in class, than sit in the big social groups making weekend plans.
The girl who would rather be independent and be judged as a loner than be friends with people who will secretly judge you.
The girl who would rather collect books and records than makeup.
The girl who would rather study astrology than watch every show on Netflix.
The girl who would rather thrift shop and buy $3.99 boots than buy top of the line $80 boots.
The girl who realizes that all of this does not make her any better than them.
The girl that realizes she is only trying to impress herself; confidence is key.

Who am I?
Am I a bird or a plane?
No.. I'm Superman!
considers gender
Okay, Lois Lane..
Am I a roadblock in your way?
Or a lucky penny in a well
A grain of sand in your shoe
That great story you tell
A song for the broken
Face of innocence,
Head of dreams
Am I young and sweet only seventee-
considers age
Okay, just turned 18^
Am I happy am I sad
Am I the best you everr had
A lyric to sing again and again
When lost in a tunnel,
The light at the end
Am I over confident
Do I believe in the possible
Am i an actress for putting on a show throughout this entire poem
Dramatic maybe?
Yes, dramatic but harmless
An artist I guess.. A star left in darkness?
Am I worthy of romance?
God I need to know..
When you go through life being kissed by beasts and frogs,
You eventually believe you'll never be someone's rose.
Am I wrong Am I right,
Who knows?
& Am I as okay as I say I am?

....* Curtains close

Being creative is not a gift

It's a price you are paid for your time