give me quiet,
when there is no peace,
all right, take the quiet,
and release peace from
the obligation of being,
on standby, for me.

find a friend,
have love, yes,
anger holds me
with affection,
need a friend,
who does not mind
quiet, in the room.

breathe in air,
not the dust
filled indoor
kind, make lungs
blind, to a
fresh look,
fresh take,
on quiet, walks
and runs

alone

along busy city
streets with people
dressed in clothes
to hide the real
mental state,
they are in,
portable prison
cells on four wheels,
take them
to where they
do hard time,
kept far away
from the only
friends and family,
they have,
*quiet and peace

And Jesus saw all
While there was no internet,
Love us forever

faking it isn't
making it,
if you think you can take
a word or line,
And say "Mine"
though it wasn't yours
You were not ITS genesis,
in fact you are a neutered nemesis,
Of a creative being.

Ask if you may borrow,
If the answer is no,
Take your sorrow, and run to your own pool of creativity,
What? It has run dry?
Oh get your *** out into the world,
See the sights, hear the sounds put
your ear to the ground,
In the middle of a coffee shop
or how about a four way stop,
And intersect your introspection,
The self, get to know your limitations,
Flattery is not about thieving imitation.

If by some rule of mercy they say ”sure"
Please ensure you give credit for not only
The Bit you use, share your gratitude for
The One Time Use, stop copyright abuse

The O in Poetry stands  fo4 Ownership,
Unless you wrote it first, in this format,
It ain't you.

You don't have to believe,
In Karma, it is the great Equalizer.
So next time you see some one line(s)
Read them out loud a thousand times,
Before you add them to your prose or rhyme,
Leave the verse free in its original entirety.

Not tasting like affliction,
Not looking with reflection,
Needing a new affectation,

Unable to keep either hand
off
that remote control,
surfing from place to place,
Finding varying degrees of
un-
kempt hair,
Channeling, "Chocolate,
My Chocolate,"
The darker the better,
silky smooth
mousse, melts, making
merriments,
for the senses,

These are a few, of some favorite things
yet nothing compared to what
red wine brings to the table,
with nothing on,
as it unveils the light,
as added swirl to glass,
the round of the cup in the palm
of an open hand,
reminds one of...
past...bottles lying about the place,
a few at a time, Listen...

To be true, only hearing about
drugs as recreation, or
******* substances of
abuse, strange mystery to me,
as I am high on life,
so I cannot write about
what I don't know,

On anger, the hurt, on self-loathing, sings
a call from the Halls of the mountain King,
as printed voices tell in clear,
of battle scars,
of toxic people,
influence,

on lives that matter much,
much more than you know, I care for y'all,
but this ends, a tortured
free
verse,
freed,
for now I must feed my addiction,
"Open up, beautiful, here is another dark chocolate wine dipped cherry, no, no,
not from the bowl, but from my naked lips...