Random words fly off my pen
Random thoughts run through my head
I pick a random song and sing along
I dance a random dance( I'm lucky no one sees me)
I say Hi to a random stranger(that person looked at me like I lost my mind)
My favorite random thing to find are random acts of kindness
Maybe a random thing will come your way
or you might just have a random sort of day.

Things are always darkest before the sunrise, so think positively

My  Head was in the clouds
So I misplaced my keys again
I seem to be falling in pieces
Many pieces of me
Earlier this year my ******* were reduced
I am not going to deduce what happen to my gallbladder that was removed a few years back
Speaking of my bad luck after some back-breaking labor it has never been the same
At least most days I can still remember my own name
One hand don't always know what the other is doing especially if I try to multi-task
I had one eye surgery and another is coming up soon, something my eyes spring a leak
My **** has a crack last time I looked there some years back
when I had a pimple I tried to look at I nearly gave my self a concussion
How would I have explained it to the doctor?
Speaking of my mind, I think I misplaced it some years ago
If you find it please handle it with care and send it back to me or you could replace it with a better one that would be fine with me
What was I last writing?

Guns and violence you hear of almost ever day
People take drugs or meds or ***** to try to make the pain go away
People abusing those they claim to love
Children not safe at school
People not concerned about breaking rules
Politicians corrupt, out for self not us
People not caring about the greater good
People in our nation starving for food
People abusing their own children
There is a cost to all of this
Our innocence is lost

Don't judge based on outward appearance
You will miss the beauty that lays within
Don't miss an opportunity to make a new friend
If you look past the outer disguise
That person might be the one that is there to comfort you
when you cry
Don't let a good friend pass you by listen with your heart

One day there was a bright glowing canvas, a pure sparkling white
It was beautiful, but not complete
Then someone came along and drew lines on it to form flowers and mountains and streams, it was more beautiful and it made the natural white look more distinct
Then one day someone else added color and the canvas radiated and became more and more complete, it seemed whole and functional
Suddenly, one day someone came along and slew the canvas, destroying its color till it showed black, and an ugly black
The canvas seems so drab so empty without its color, so lifeless
People refused to help the canvas, refused to anything about the canvas slayer refused to listen to the canvas’ plea
Instead the canvas slayer’s free to roam free to hurt and damage other canvas
Who will restore the canvas?
Who will bring justice?
Why is the canvas slayer free to roam while the canvas feels imprisoned, crushed, victimized?
Why is the canvas treated like a criminal?
When will the canvas feel free, joyful and peaceful?

THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO VICTIM'S OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND OTHER FORMS OF ABUSE.