A list of tasks to accomplish before I embrace love again:

I envision my mind wandering through expansive fields where patches of grass lie brown. A single wildflower stands out among the scattered pebbles beneath my feet. Memories linger, taunting me alongside the bare trees with their bent trunks. A cool breeze brushes against my face; the once reliable umbrella tree is gone, leaving me exposed to the sun's relentless rays. I squint against the brightness.

It's time to decide: Will I dwell on the ghosts of my past, or will I focus on the warmth of the sun shining down? I have a clear list of goals to achieve before I open my heart to love again. I've put the pain behind me—it's my choice to lower the drawbridge or keep the enemy at bay.

When I fall in love again, I will be happier than ever before. I've buried those painful memories beneath the bare umbrella trees, and I refuse to let them control my future. I reflect on past loves that took me for granted. Should I forgive them? Or should I reject their memories altogether?

My tears will become the moisturizer that nurtures my spirit as I dig deeper into the fertile soil of my thoughts. I will honor each name with my tears and finally put those chapters to rest.

The poor can bleed while the rich do feed, upon the wars and that they hang around there necks. skulks of the fallen collected never buried but trophy’s of the greed that fed the blood soaked bills that passed from hand to hand. Like bullets passing through flesh, only the poor die, while the rich say more to fed the machine of greed that is never fulfilled until the last drop is cleaved with a bomb or bullet. And the poor due alone and hungry not able to buy a bullet to end there suffering, but enough to end another in a war that all had forgotten.

Like a work horse,
My body feels worn.
I can’t turn the soil
Of life everyday..

I think I need to be euthanised..
Or at least hibernate
for the weekend.

Painkillers eaten like skittles..

Four varieties of woes..
My body the water,
The pills skimming
Across my Pain threshold..

Hidden disabilities,
a hide an seek of explanations.
You ill today.. sighs..
I’m Forever Sighing,
At the ignorance of others

Living
if  you call it living

vicariously
through  you

a passenger on  every
trip

where
you always drove

~
Tonight underneath debris
Family foreclosure
...
Heaven's legs dawn through window
Offer artificial hope
...
Employee to love
Dressed for escape
...
Pleasure town angel
A multi-colored pretty thing
...
Mom questions way
Daughter drives to parties
...
Empty lips talk
**** reflection patterns
...
Death inside mom and dad
Beautifully cold skin
...
War god kiss
Midnight blue people (at dinner table)
...
Young shadows flower
Final stars fire
...
Money born cloud
Raining on remnants of family
...
Is there nothing
Left to mortgage?
~