"The problem with suicide is that when it becomes an option in your mind, it's always an option."

For a few years now
I have awaken to the sound
Of my Mom's walker
As she moves around

It rattles a bit
Every time it strikes the floor
Then silence as she pauses
Before moving a little more

Of all the greatest singers
Musicians, classic composers and such
None have ever made anything
I love to hear as much

For I know the day will come
I'll not hear that sound
When she is gone
Never again in this life to ever be found

Though I dread that day
It keeps fresh in my mind
To always let her know I love her
And spend with her all the time I can find

And though that walker's a reminder of her
We all have people in our life
We need to always appreciate
Be it friends, family, husband or wife

For we just never know
When we'll speak to them last
And they will no longer be here
But only live in our past

So take every chance you get
To let folks know that you care
So you don't live in regret
When they are no longer there.

men write books filled
with pseudo-intellectual proclamations
about the meaning of
this ****** up world we live in,
complete with citations from the bible
and shakespeare and the devil himself.
words drag down pockets until
they are shuffling along the streets
almost unable to move and their pants
are picking up dirt which god created
for the exact purpose of being
swept up by the pant legs of
rapists and murderers and housewives.
bitterness spreads like rabies
foaming from the mouth of pretty girls
who spread their legs for whomever comes along
to whisper words they barely understand
with bad breath and sweaty palms into
their ear.
the pigs sit in line waiting to be slaughtered or
to create the next degrading law that will give them more money.
at least barbecue can bring happiness to people instead of
institutionalized bigotry this great nation is built upon.
meanwhile, the slaves they like to name the "lower class"
work their *** off in this capitilist society
to feed their family and get an education
that these pigs were spoon fed since birth.
a birth given by a mother who was more than likely
sexually assaulted at some point in her life
and cried when she heard it was a boy.
rain still falls on forests that are molested by
energy tycoons who release toxins into
our drinking water and the air we breathe
and the food we eat after it's loaded with more
toxins from the processes that make sure
it doesn't expire until we are all dead and gone.
as long as the white people enjoy their food
everything will be okay, however half of
the world doesn't have access to clean drinking water
and when they fight back we bomb them or
massacre them or use them.
we are taught to ignore these things
that plague the human race and
but how can you ignore when the pictures of
white men who **** and **** and steal
hang up on the walls that
are supposed to protect you?

Regretting Some Past Mistakes
Realizing what's actually At stake
Feeling so helpless and confused
So many memories of your abuse
Screaming, kicking, punching
Just too much fighting
You always knew the best ways to hurt me
Now you wanna take away what means everything
Like your final play to torture me
For eternity
What right do you have to judge me?
To look down upon me?
I am only all that you've made of me
This so called monster that you love to hate
Is just the manifestation of what you helped create
You WILL regret this
In the end, you will lose
I won't let you win, not again
They'll realize what you're trying to do
Remembering the years of abuse
And they'll HATE you
You can never destroy a mother's love
Although I know you're willing to try
When I win this battle for what I hold dear
Don't come crawling to me with tears in your eyes
Cause I won't be here

There's no greater love
Than that of a mother and her child
Times that by three
And the maternal instinct goes wild

To not be around what you hold dear
Can tear your world apart
Distance and no hope brings a tear
Ripping out the motherly heart



I miss them, truly deeply madly
They're my whole entire world
I need help to even see them again
One baby boy and two big girls

Their daddy was never truly a father
But now he's just using them to hurt me
Keeping them away, tearing them from my arms
Telling me I HAVE to just sign over custody

I want to fight this, I want to hold them every night
But no lawyer I can find is willing to help for free
I feel so lost, hopeless, like I'll never find a way
So, I'm putting my pride aside and asking for help with my poetry...

http://www.gofundme.com/r5wnpsd5

There are so many
Words to share, and most of us
Write to own a piece.

.

I closed my eyes and
      whispered I love you      
on a wayward wind,
    felt the touch of your heart  
           in dew drop shimmers,
    collected sunrise wishes
                  in my pocket,
       bid farewell to the last star
           of the night,
          blew you a kiss far beyond
       the yawning tree line,
             opened my eyes
    and began my day
        *with a smile