I cannot take it anymore
Stars have nothing written
Each step is less than motivated
Only in dreams am I smitten
Awake I do not see the sun
Nor the bright colors of the world
All is monochrome, neutral
Neither hot nor cold
***** is taken liberally
To relax a stiffened view
Sets me in my dreamland
Where worries are so few
I know I can’t sleep forever
To ignore the challenge of life
But I must do something quickly
To change the cycling strife

We just gave one more freedom to the government
Soon they will have it all
And a handful of people will run our lives
You will be told what to wear
You will be told what to eat
You will be told what job to go to each day
You no longer control the tv
You no longer control the money
You no longer control your hot water
You no longer control where you live
You have no choices, they will be made for you…
Knowledge of what is evil has been shredded
And reformed as the right thing to do…
All those good are now racist, biased, hateful,
Terrorists of human nature… definition of love, good,
Right, acceptable have been skewed by twisted minds
We all fall short – it is how it has always been
We all sin – it has always been this way
We are drowning in our own mistakes of
Who we chose as leaders, decision makers,
Lawmakers- they are destroying us
Let us look in the mirror and point the finger
Of true fault (we let these people take over)
And then get on our knees and pray
For God, Almighty, Creator and Savior
To shake us, make us stand up against
All evil… would you rather face man in
The end or God? (And yes He does exist!!!)

Across the room
Eyes meet
Lips coyly smile
Hearts palpitate

A need for answers
A need to know
Who is that?
They gravitate

Greetings exchanged
Wonderments won’t cease
Grasping hands to meet
Her cheeks radiate

He sees her blush
His name he speaks
She softly reveals hers
Ahh to communicate

Her scent is wild
His own is fierce
They’re closing in
Moves to contemplate

This is the beginning
For there is no written end
Leave it to your imagination
Of what becomes their fate

The smudge of ink that is left when a mistake can't be completely erased
Just another failed attempt
Another rough draft
That's what I am
I think that if someone were to finish erasing
I could be rewritten as something much more beautiful
A better version of me
A better choice of words
Maybe if I could erase myself
You could recreate me more beautifully than this first edition
You could create me with the abundance of loveliness that you hold
Where I am "flawed"
You could write me as "fascinating"
Where I feel "ignored"
You could describe me as "engrossing"
Where I am "alone"
You could instead write "loved"
I want you to change me
Mold me
Shape me
Recreate me
Replace me with a better version of myself