Bleeding out your scabs until the scars define you.
Your sighs confine you; itching to disperse.
Your spark is pity but the
dance of the flame exposes you.
The burn ignites upon you alone.
Even your shadows flee,
the drink awaits the final flood.
In death may you find your calling.

Never will I forget that Monday
The morning I walked barefooted and naked,
The morning I did not feel butterflies
The morning the I could only hear the silence of my heart,
The morning IT stopped beating and all I could hear was my bare feet stepping further and further away.

Away from the familiar songs of hymns and sound of jubilations.
Dismayed I walk on and on and on........
I chose my path, without looking back.

That is the morning I will never forget,
It was a Monday morning
And will always remain THAT Monday morning

Dee

Come
      in.
          Leave
      your
  shadows
              at
                 the
         door.

~

She is not smiling much anymore.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Because
I have known despair
I value hope

Because
I have tasted frustration
I value fulfillment

Because
I have been lonely
I value love

Trayton Marvin this
Trayon Martian that

All this talk but don't know Jack

little punk got pluncked
When he stood his ground

Lil heathen went out
With a ground pound

And what?
A mexicant have a Jew name?

Your stories are lame
And all the same

Television drones
Fat and tamed

Little tike knew enough
That when you buff up
And play rough

You can get plucked
For the littlest stuff

Like showing what your made of
Even when it's made up

Even when a fake ****

Even when snuggled up
In the tug of a green heart
Plugged from the rugged start

Just another stupid kid
All skittles and *******

Lying dead