if i could wipe away..the tears from my eyes
i can give it another try
i can work the clasp...to be free at last

not the type of clasp i am acustom to
on a fine gold chain around my wrist
but one of heavey iron
the one that has me chained to this cold cement floor

oh the blood...the swelling..where am i..?
why am i here..?
the pain in my wrist..is unbearable

how long....how long (crying)
(screaming now)..help me..somebody please...

i know this smell
i know it well
musty...damp
i must be in a basement...

i am not perfect in any way...but why..?
i have never hurt anyone..
help...me......

all i can hear is the blood...rushing
my ears throbbing
i can not free my self...

why is this happening to me
what morbid ******* could he be

i can't remember anything...i don't know my name
please..........(crying)
it's so dark...a sliver of light
seems like night
possibly coming from what was once a window
blackened long ago

the harder i try to free myself
the worse the pain is...

(scream)......what..?
why am i shaking so bad....what
oh my god i can see
mom...
what happen..?
i think you were having a dream....
your bracelet is caught on the nightstand..drawer handle
are you ok honey.....

no i'm not...i was somewhere i have never been
and will never....ever wear jewlery to bed..
again.......

our teens our dying everyday
on the road ways..from new york to L.A

texting is dangerous...when you walk
how in the world ...can you drive and talk

teens are dying everyday
driving and texting
just to say hey..

parents crying...how could this be
the car was perfect..and so was he
he's no longer here
for on single reason....
he was texting while driving
about the football season

theres nothing in this world..that can not wait
stop texting and driving
don't hesitate

leave it alone...until you get home
it's not worth the cost
of using your phone

text while you drive...it should be a sin
it's a bad situation
you can never win

stop the texting while you drive
tell your children
it will keep them alive

the world today...i'm not happy to say
is an ugly place.....unlike back in the day
she's mad at us
with reason to be....if we dont save our seas
and stop killing the trees
there will be nothing left....except the dirt and the weeds

we destroy our resources
like they are here forever
we shrug our shoulders as to say..whatever
we as mankind certainly no better
turn down your heat...and put on a sweater

do you know where your waste oil goes
i know you don't care...it already shows
petroleum products..come from the ground
you can't put them back...once they been found

tons of garbage...every week
it leaves your sidewalk in a can
do you even care....where it lands

the trash you throw..from your car to the ground
it doesn't disolve...it's always around

i dug up a beer can from 1970
it inspires this poem
without negativity

does this not ..prove my point
the garbage we make
is here to stay
including the mcdonalds we throw away........

oh boy
here it goes
trouble brewin
i know it's so

drama is wrong
it's so messed up
woman freak
at the slightest fuss

your laughing now
i speak with cooth
you ladies know
i tell the truth

you say you'll call
and if you don't
the world it ends
it's all your fault

i have to laugh
i can not pass
woman and drama
are such a gas

be careful men
of what you say
you;ll be on the couch
another day

i will be in trouble
before this write
comes to conclusion
i'm not here
to start confusion

drama oh drama
we men can't do without
we need to watch
our woman pout

there is a couch
somewhere in this world
reserved for me
my named engraved for all to see

do i stay and fight
or run for my life
the latter i think
till i make it right

a man in his mind
if his mind is right
is it possible at all
to venture from rhyme

i think it not
but to try at this time
to write a poem
without the rhyme

our mind it thinks
sometimes on it's own
no rhyme or reason
maybe you just alone

our thoughts run deep
to the unknown
where ideas are born
maybe darkened
and worn

write what you think
without thinking at all
many poets do it
it must be there call

let it go
slowly at first
it will soon speed up
without knowing at all

write about birds
or about bees
write about
men woman or trees
write about love
write about death
write from your heart
and from your head

see what i mean
about the rhyme
it happens to me
all of the time

a thirty foot tower
of steel and cables
a walking machine
if you will
not of these ages

the pages of h.g wells
i think not
but a dream of scapes
and other
what not

a ladder
rises to the shop
above all the trees
and the roof tops

a control room of sorts
as dark as the night itself
with a single red glow
burning a light
not quite enough
to show in the night

the movement
of this enormous machine
a feat or magic
remains to be seen

known in this world
as a flesh eating beast
its looking for you
it seeks your heat

deep in your mind
when you think your asleep
the beast comes alive
and it starts to creep

its unlocking doors
that you otherwise keep
closed all the time
with but one key

thoughts are released
without knowing where from
except from deep
in the vortex
of the cerebellum

the machine unleashes
a terrible wrath
leaves nothing but destruction
in it's path

you think for a moment
your back wide awake
till you feel
the ground beneath you
shake

the beast is coming
it wants to eat
it scours the land
for living meat

your mind it stirs
once again
the beast is quiet
as if to pretend

thats when you know
it's time to run
begging and pleading
for the sun

for in the light
the beast stands still
or is it your mind
regaining it's will

bunny blue
is a baby rabbit
that lost her mom
to a hunters habit

she now has befriended
a squirrel named frankie
thats often happy
but sometimes cranky

they hang around
and like to play
till the night comes
and ends the day

at first light
there back outside
laughing
playing
and being sly

they are the closest
two friends can be
have a look
and you will see

one day
bunny blue came out
and frankie was nowhere about

she looked around
all day long
her very good friend
was nowhere to be found

the news it came
from her friend
the racoon
frankie
got hit
yesterday afternoon

bunny blue
could not stop crying
certainly her friend
the **** was lying

now she sees
the truth so sad
she hopped to the street
and it was bad

a smile on his face
his eyes shut tight
there frankie  was
in the middle of the street

there in his mouth
was a bright orange carrot
he got it for blue
and couldn't wait to share it

bunny blue
stopped crying a moment
she said a prayer and wanted to show it

blue took the carrot
from her good friend
kissed him goodbye
and said
i love you frankie
i will see you again
in heaven
my friend