An ancient relic

From an unknown time to the younger.

You are not worthy as an outdated relic.

You become a discarded piece of ancient technology.

Unneeded, avoided, and pushed away from others……

Your time is not Deeply Historic

A museum piece that beauty is never seen emulating from

A cobweb laced unnecessary creation too old to draw any attention

Of those who judged you due to age, unique beliefs, or honest creation

Due to these younger and more appreciated Human machines

Demanding you stay away from town as an ugly unwanted and outdated piece of furniture

No one gets your true meaning.

Youth and the better half can act so immature.

So you must die alone and never succeed due to your “Disease of an older age and disease of not fitting in anyplace.”

The majority make their rule.

Slowly executing you.

So they can get rid of what they considered junk

As you didn’t fit perfectly into their requirements to be an equal

or allowed to find a lover, start a family, or have a time when you didn’t have to be studied and misjudged

Due to you being an unwarranted old ghost

Breaking up their events made only for worth sequels

to their shallow expressions and gates to block out what they fail to truly understand or see clearly

They bring death quicker to your door

Trapped to watch them only from afar

A nomad Castaway

Who aged, disappointed, and broke the perfection of their rules and disciplined like we are living in the Soviet Era.

Trash ignored and forbidden from being a part of certain societies or relations

Being a relic from a time that passed and you become

Obsolete and forbidden in every way.

I shed a tear

I held out my hand

After I  offered an apology.

I am a one man band

Who struggles

I wanted to explain my need for you to be in my life.

The loss of words cut into my soul like a knife.

Lack of communication cuts through my soul

Quiet hours create fear of never hearing your voice, once again.

Or the voices of others whom I miss.

Friends and others you truly started to deeply love.

I missed the right time and my right way to the chance.

I tripped over my two left feet as I tried to dance.

The storm raged.

From the seas of China to the endless boundaries of the globe.

The monster ate up countless souls.

The Monster Still Claims Our American Dreamers.

How long will the rains pour and the lightening blast?

We were hit with this nightmare standing apart as the skies started to turn dark.

We have failed to head Mother Nature’s warning.

Our People went unprepared, and we were almost carried down into Hell’s depths.

Those of us who did see these warnings decided to become smarter

Then the Surge of Man-Made Pandemics and Political Storms

We soldiered up and decided to stand by our fellow man.

We took off our colored sunglasses, and we viewed life in real colors.

As we rage onward wishing for an end

We shall see the end come when we continue to fight, together, for what is right.

When we came to live across these fine American borders

We are not separate but equal

We are “American Lives” as Forged Equal in the “purpose” for the land of the free.

As long as those within our borders stand alone and mislead

We shall have a heavy burden to recover and rescue them from added plights.

The fires still rage within us to brighten and warm up our days.

Let us use this energy to release upon the lost and wicked the same warm blessings and recover our brothers and sisters still lost.

My nerve endings feel as if acid is poured

Upon them eating through

Like rains on ice

My pain sours.

I crap so hard that my ******* feels like concrete trucks

Trying to dump solid concrete

By letting time fly and the mixture hardens

What did I say?

I beg your Pardon?

I wish for this storm to leave

For the Sun to shine…

Until then…

Alone with this pain

This drama is all mine.

What a disease

This catch 22

Find what will help

At a price one can charge to you.

You silently sit and look for a vaccine

For this disease of ill drama and health.

The government doesn't want to help

Or get you on the healthy road to wealth.

The disease becomes a fester

After sitting with such

Dormant for so long.

If I wish to win and live

I have a soul that fights to remain strong.

Thanks to life.

A force that is a miracle

Powerful and Bold

Sharp as The Sharpest of Knives.

Blessings abundant

When one’s eyes are wide open

To see the gifts

That appreciation holds importance.

Once a year we celebrate our pathways

We celebrate Our Breathes of Fresh Air

Family

Friends

The truer items in life

Which money and possessions are the least of the Soul’s Cares?

A fabulous feast

Some tasty drinks

We hold these values true and strong in our hearts

Cheering for another year

Of a fabulous existence and a new Start.

Every day as I awaken

I think of the blessings of each breath…

As death has not yet taken

A brilliant and bright loving soul

Although troubled times have come my way

I look to the skies and count the beautiful items…

Counting all the details against misery’s toll…

I smile in delight

For all of my selfless and wholehearted plans

shall become successful

As I trust in the miracle of waking each and every day.