are you one of yesterday's broken
or at least bent out of shape
does tomorrow have you hoping
that today will go away

have you considered this a lesson
in spite of the troubles made
it doesn't take a detective
to see the blessings that it gave

turning you from the direction
of a full blown catastrophe
changing your whole life's perception
to that of a greater need

where today will be a treasure
tomorrow, something to look forward to
and yesterday can be finally laid to rest
along with the worries holding you

The sun beats down on my boiling body,
Defeating the last morsels of energy left in it.
A concoction of sunscreen and sweat covers my skin,
As I reach to feel the rays beaming into my skull.
My fingertip gently touches my crimson cheek,
Anticipating a needle ***** upon contact.

The heat seeps from the pavement,
Through my sandals, I feel my feet burn.
This concrete is hot enough to host a cooking show,
And it seems I’m being served as the main course.
Hoping to cool my toes, I step aside into the grass,
That wilts with weariness as I do beneath the sun.

The sun causes such misery when the clouds hide,
And yet our mere existence depends upon it.
These precious and plentiful ultraviolet jewels of light,
Possess such a power in their incandescence.
And as the sun’s gravity pulls our planet into orbit,
We must force ourselves to acknowledge its importance.

I just want to sleep, but I fear my dreams
That always carry me to startling extremes
Where tears and blood flood the streams
Where air's polluted with children's screams

Sometimes, I briefly feel nicer things
I'll feel like a bird with feathered wings
But then I'll remember the puppet strings
And all the turmoil that they bring

Then, at times, I remember nothing at all
And I wake up feeling like a limp rag doll
Staring blankly at an empty wall
Without motivation even to crawl