You're here, but you're not
Your back to me
A cold spot where you used to sit

You're here, but you're not
A smile on those lips
The ones I used to kiss

You're here, but you're not
Our friends, now just yours
They chose you over me

You're here, but you're not
I speak, but my voice
No longer matters to you

You're here, but you're not
The eyes that were full of love
Now, only hold hate when you behold me

You're here, but you're not
And I'm still standing here
While you're gone

You're in my room
Even when you sit in yours
I sleep in your clothes

You're in my shirt
The one I gave to you
When you were here

You're here, but you're not
Your earrings on my ears
You told me to keep them

To me, you're always right here
But in reality, you are not
Because you're here in my thoughts

Old song, new seat,
up another gauge.

Open palm, right cheek,
the same rage.

Undereyes are ultravi-
briny lies or
welts of shame
gnawing from the inside.

Catch her in the alley
sparking up at night.
Mulling over what she said,
can never keep it light.

Five years, no change,
some new phase.

A new place, the same pain,
the same waste.

We court our own defeat.
Aqua Regia in our cups
Hubris curled up at our feet.
The throne is a fickle thing,
Jesters are sequestered
By whims of alabaster
Rose crowned Queens.

The King is an utter fool,
Barons are not your friend.
The Joker always finds
The dungeon in the end.
Oubliettes of our own design,
Gossamer wrought chains
Webs spun within our minds.

I sit and see the awning of leaves out there
And light through  leaves dances like crystals too
A dance of light and dark in  woods  isn’t rare
I wish I could go to the green woods too
My chain and ball sitting  in my wheelchair
A canopy of leafy green I declare
I’m barred from the green ,can’t move on my own
And cut off from life and stuck in the waif zone

he is always mad at his own child
for the stones that come his way
but his child will forever be grateful
for what he has done for him

he is always mad at his own child
the one he raised under his roof
to make him into a man, only to
crush him under his own trauma

now grown into an adult
he wishes to run away to a place
where land stretches upwards into hills and peaks
and there are valleys to jump into

Seriously I am not sure
This uncertain future
Are we this close to the doom
I feel disaster after disaster
And I fear I'll hear next is BOOM!

This close to my place
this close to losing everything
humanity to turn to its end
back to being primitive
it will be back to **** and live
A skill I can not compete in.

The air hangs heavy, thick with dread,
Of untold stories, silently bled.
A ticking clock, a muffled sound,
As ancient fears begin to unbound.
This fragile peace, a thin veneer,
Hides the true chaos drawing near.
I watch the news, a constant stream,
Of broken hopes, a fading dream.

Each headline screams a chilling call,
As shadows lengthen, threatening to enthrall.
The ground beneath us starts to sway,
Will dawn truly break on a brighter day?
For years, they pulled the strings from shadowed rooms,
Whispering chaos into quiet blooms.

They redrew borders, stirred up ancient strife,
A grand design, shaping every life.
The rivers diverted, the forests laid bare,
For profits hidden, beyond all compare.
They thought they mastered the delicate art,
Of playing God, with a calculating heart.
But something shifted, a tremor deep within,
A rising current, where their reign grew thin.
Now it's out of their control,
The nature will take the toll.