The impatient soul awaits.
As crowds push towards the train.
He rushes to pass, can’t be late.
He looked at others, the insane.

He squeezed against and did shove.
They looked at him, silent grunts.
His angry mood, bared no love.
He was used to his way and wants.

One more push and catapults.
Into the air and did not fall.
He laughs at them, at their faults.
As he flies pass human walls.

Surprised, he got no attention.
He roared at them, till the last door.
His super power, that strengthened.
No longer waiting, he could soar.

Everyone looked to the left.
Train now expected delays.
Some tears were dropped as they wept.
A red end to someone’s day.

He flew back in that direction.
A sudden feeling, temptation.
There caught in the intersection.
His body, the impatient.

Words do not echo.
Words do not cry.
Words do not,
Identify.

Scrambled and stirred,
Frozen and baked.
Pulled when needed,
Eaten to be fed.

Pieced together,
Black or white,
Laugh or fight,
Wrong or right.

A sound is bound by key,
A picture by color pigments,
Emotions chemically,
But words contain,
Everything,
And absolutely,
Nothing.

The same word
Can be
Completely
Different,
Depending who, what, how
When it was read
Or written.

What if every word,
Was positive in meaning?
Harmless,
Could not
Destroy feelings.

Words have no senses.
Words have no bounds.
No touch, sight, taste, or smell.
Words have no sound.

Words have no sound.
Unless read aloud.

There’s too much alone
In a lonely soul.
Too many empty hours.
Too many rainy days
Too few sunny ones
Too many showers.

Yes I know it’s depression
And I know it has my name
Pasted on every wave
I know this ugly game.
I know the power it has.
I wish I were stronger.
I held the line a long time;
Not sure how much longer.

There’s too much alone
In a lonely soul.
To many empty hours.
Too many rainy days
Too few sunny ones
Too many showers.

I tried just bucking up
Bootstrap tugging days.
I tried chanting to myself
In Eastern and Western ways.
I started reading self-help stuff
And took up yoga classes.
I tried the usual run of things
Applauded by the masses.

There’s too much alone
In a lonely soul.
To many empty hours.
Too many rainy days
Too few sunny ones
Too many showers.

I begged and prayed to God
To take this burden away.
But so far God himself has had
Not a single word to say.
So now I finally learned
To eat marijuana daily.
I cook it into brownies
And I get along quite gaily!