O how it cracks
O how it tastes
O how the tang waits
Upon my face
Till the bag is gone
A new day waits

A small thin streak
Barely distinguishable from the stinging sweat
That accompanies dedication

I suppose the current circumstances
Touched you in some way
So as to let this pioneer free himself
And blaze a trail down your cheek
Glistening in the morning light

I wish I knew what it was that
Stimulated you to shed some of your
Burden, which even now weighs
Heavily upon your shoulders
Shrouds your world in a
Melancholy gray

Do me a favor.
Call back your adventurer
If he should not answer, so
Fascinated as he is by the soft landscape
Introduce your mountain of a
Smile and block his path
For good.

A barraster at law no less
I wouldnt trust I must confess
Looking down your pointed nose
seductively holding pose
Your linkedIn profile
who could see
just how you get your
filthy fee

Perverted farming
Filthy creeps
In Hi ace vans
and blacked out jeeps
Gratefully they pay their fee
In return for an STD

Heres the justice overflow
For Nank and **** and ******
I'm returning him to you
When I scrape him from my shoe
For you my dear a final fact
His STD is still intact!
Enjoy!

Darkness had fallen over as the minutes crawled
Far down the road to belief
Standing on a small covered porch I saw
His painful lines of strain
Turn into relief

A handful might have suspected, turned on all the lights
Seen the streak of dirt on his forehead
How his eyes happened to seek out the night
Real fear shot through my breast
Then quickly spread

I knew if I tried to stop him, said a single word at all
No one else could see his fraying edge
They turned away from the vision, but I can recall
Something hauntingly familiar
Crying from a ledge

Air burned into my lungs as I gasped for breath
A silent scream struggled within
Darkness had fallen over spilling into death
The road to belief was drawn closer
As I remembered then

His eyes, happened to seek me out the night
He pushed me over the ledge
Now he has returned to turn off all my lights
And no one suspects
His fraying edge

*Happy Halloween

Your world is dark and your path is rocky
No radiant sun to light your way
So you stand perfectly still until you can see
Everything, impeccably displayed

White lightening flashes across stormy skies
Lighting up all your shadows
Convincing you, he is the sun with lies
Quickly leaves you winging solo

Your eyes then open wide with knowing
Those flashes are not your sun
Merely beautiful fire streaking and flowing
Upheaval having some fun

You begin capturing each flash in your memory
Storing them one by one
Creating a beautiful array of lighted artillery
You will  turn into your sun

Still, your world was dark and your path was rocky
Those flashing memories faded fast
You could never store enough of them to see
Or light up your worldly path

Now off in the distance so far away you see
A tiny beam glowing bright
Will you stand here still collecting memories
Or go in search of your sunlight?

What is life if not to die
You live your life living
Only to end it all
In one single second your life is gone
All your years of work
Disapear in a flash

What is life if not to die
You spend your life dreading
That one single day
Then when it comes
All that time you spent dreading
Is gone in the past

What is life if not to die
All your life is wasted
All in one moment
One dreadful moment
And all is lost
Never to be had again
Not even yourself

She often fails to listen to what I say
Quite a mind of her own
Therefore, I usually just let her have her way
Even when she is running wrong

Quite a scene she creates in some places
Where others attempt to rest
Often, I see such agitation in their faces
Shamefully, I confess

I am sure they think I should control her
Calm her spirit down
However, I think I will wait until she’s older
A much easier way, I‘ve found

What harm could come from holding out
On teaching her discipline
As you should hear how loud, she shouts
When made to wait to have her fun

Now she has started school, as have the notes
Sent home in her little hands
All those things her teacher actually wrote
I cannot believe or understand

Surely, my little angel waits patiently in line
Until it becomes her turn
Raises her hand before speaking her mind
So the others can hear and learn