Pouring down, on top of me,
specks of dirt in harmony

Crawling through these eyes,
are the black winged flies

Slithering out of my nose,
are of worms that do not glow

What taste comes from my mouth, it's rot that pours on out

Sounds that call my way,
are crying skies of grey

For I took a ride,
that had changed my life

Beaten & strangled,
I was left mangled

Thrown in a shallow hole,
is where now lies my soul

What do I see staring back at me?

A Scatter of dots
that run on top of my nose
then they're splattered across these high cheek bones

A crows foot must have landed on both corners of my eyes

aging of a chin  
which slowly drags in

Discoloration of the face suddenly looks out of place

Once flowed through the air
was of long auburn hair

now a touch of grey
shows it's glare

While flakes begin to flow
where smooth skin use to glow

Neck at one time, long and fine now it has taken on a gobble design

What do I see when I look in the mirror?

not the girl you once desired
but now a woman who is tired

The clock ticks faster everyday,
seconds that beat rapidly away

As minutes pass,
I glimpse into the past
My mind gets stuck,
in a time capsule cast

Remembering when time
had moved much slower,
but  it speeded up
as I grew  older

Once hoping it wold
hurry up its tock
Now wishing that
it would come to a stop

Forward it moves in eternity
quickly it is reminding me
of the direction that it goes
and I cannot tell it to slow

A speed of illusion
that continues to turn,
a motion that keeps going
and does not return

For when I'm gone
will there still be a ticking clock,
or would it be a memory
that cannot be forgot

I'm a
Time Traveler
I never go
Into the Future
Because
I'm to busy
recalling
The past.

I often think
of tomorrows yesterday.
Something that may never come.
I think of what it may hold,
when today, is finally done-

Tomorrow
is a reminder
A new day
That
of hope

And yesterday
reminds us
of the seconds
we then cope

But today
The here and now
Reminiscing
through the  minutes
Pass each stroke

Fauci  had signed  with his thumb
He thought that we were dumb
As he helped  gain his wealth
while stealing our health
The Patriots will not succumb

Brushing
   down my hand.
The caress
    it was not strange
As real
     as it had seemed

For even dreams
sometimes
can change

I'd rather, deal with the chaos
Than to, live, in a lie
#StopTheSteal

Yes. Yes.
It's true.
We both have demos.
But your demon and my demon don't like each other.

There he stood, as millions watched.
Taking each & every punch.
As he shook the world.
Not one, could pretend.
It was then.
A Great, Awakening!

The bull stands at thee.
Quickly but yet - no stampede.
Crashing - of the sun.

In the end
Peace will be

Sides,that drift
with
***** walls.

This abode
of
Night time halls

Where some have
wept
Their one last call

The holder
stops
For one last fall

Remember when I told you
I could blend in
anywhere.
Another Lie.
You see,
I'm really not
the modern type.
I saw all your
nifty antiques.
I didn't think
you were modern either.
Guess I was wrong.