recoil in agony
remembering seeing you
standing in the rain
cryingtearsstainedmascara
covering my world with anger
myfistsclenchedwantingtostrangle
him you black and so blue
you defending him
the rain fell for days
in stupid bursts of putrid

the curtains pulled
on all the world black
the heavens cried the grass leaned over in brown agony
the evergreen tree lost all it's needles
the squirrels stopped gathering
for you
give me
ten minutes
to talk
will you girl

Couldn't be more grand!
They "catch your drift"
They understand.

The company of writers
The company of folks
Who "get" your pain
Laugh at your jokes!

They know the need
For being heard
Most people think
Our "play" absurd
And how expression
Can be burred
And inspiration
When it occurs
Can clear the mind
of weeds and burrs
They don't know
The written word.

Through a world
As black as pitch
It's a puzzle
It's a *****
I don't know
I can't say which
Is worse... the scratching...
Or the itch!

But you, my friend
Are part of me
You have my eyes
So you can see
Though we may bicker
And disagree
We are poets

Our mind's are FREE


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/27/2015

I am 30 years old
I spend my life alone

I am poor
I cannot find a job

I have no money

I guess I'll just lie here
And listen to
World at War

Then I'll walk to the gym
To save gas