One big full cement moon
Solid, cold and round
An intense beam of full power
Pours from the fruitful circular glass
A still and lifeless area starts to be
Lightened and enlightened in the purest white
Excitement travels the veins at high speed
Hairs give a standing ovation
But no sound
A silence louder than noise
Impossible?
Not if you listen with eyes
Use one eye to make utter darkness
Use the other to make contact

Can one have the power?
To stop this hated hidden pain?

A glass breaking razorblade scream
Pressure point sharp and ice cold
Ripping through a soft spongy ear drum
Able to play no more sweet crystallized harmony

A faint cry of cotton silk
But an intense high pitch earthquake
One can hardly hear it
Yet feel it
Rumbling the inner molten core
Traveling the internal body network

The mouth opens like a greeted door
Oil black painful spiders emerge
Each a stabbed word of hurt
A charged literature army of evil

Close the shutters
Open meditation

Glowing white flutters appear
Mixed with the thick rugged dark
Gray
A still gray
Hated pain still hidden
Depression has risen

Whenever I want to write
I can’t in the day, just night
For in the day I must work
And it can drive me berserk
A thought will pop in my head
Hey, I guess that’s what she said
Sorry I got off of the track
Cause at work my mind is whack
I have to sit still and type
Want to smoke the old peace pipe
Not really into the ****
But it would help to feel more freed
Ok I am at work now
I should be working, oh wow
I can’t believe I can rhyme
When I am wasting my time
I guess sort of in a way
I just want to leave today
Because I would feel excite
And want to go home and write
But wait, now I am writing
It doesn’t feel exciting
For I am stuck in this chair
Doing my job, it’s not fair
I guess it is time to stop
For my list, work is the top
Plus I am very tired
And don’t want to get fired

Sit in the saturated twilight
Wind down the taxed eyes
Take one rooted breath
Open the extensive world in the mind

Pale emotions locked by weakness
Only the key of virtue can open
To discharge the stout sting on the spine
Filled with warm crimson candy

Vibrant green embers release
Around the staggering brain
Like nimble mating fireflies
Lighting the brittle inner land

Feather floating thoughts
Powered by an emotion’s spirit
Each a memory; choice or inferior
Brought out again by keen thinking

Sometimes in an imprudent world
It is tough to get to a state of relax
Which clutters the memory of mind
Until that deep respiration is contained

A hot scalding day
I sit motionless and stare at my fan
Moving to the left
Moving to the right
My face an icy stone magnet
Follows the movement
My distressed eyes try to follow the blades
Every time I feel that pappy chilled breeze
It makes me enjoy the little things
Because for that one short moment
I am not worried
I am not thinking
I am just…me

On his body is a ginger bread thong
To soften you up he sings a sweet sugar song
If you hit on him he’ll play along

He’s the **** ginger bread man

He’ll ****** you with candy wine
On a scale from 1-10 he is a 9
Girls look at him and say, “He’s so fine”

He’s the **** ginger bread man

On his face are peanut butter eyes
He has powdered sugar on his manly thighs
He will reel you in with his seductive lies

He’s the **** ginger bread man

On this neck is a chain of candy
Around the house he can be handy
If you add frosting he can be pretty randy

He’s the **** ginger bread man

Out of the batch he is the pick
He has a giant ginger breadstick
It has rainbow sprinkles on it

He’s the **** ginger bread man

You bite the chain and swallow the thong
Eat the stick which is very long
You gobble him up till he’s all gone

NO MORE **** ginger bread man

My creeping life started a new
Yet something was plainly missing
Like a penetrating cut with no sharp pain
Yet I felt a horned pain
A pain I could not control

Tiny somber soldiers surrounding my tender heart
Swords drawn to an unpleasant point
One intense robust beat
I am struck with blazing burn

I thought of no sheer cure
For this dense lifeless plague
Is munching on my concealed emotions

But then I met her
And she brought her rich golden army

I felt saved

Her tiny vivid soldiers of dazing beauty
Broke through my debilitated defense
Strengthening my forceful offense
Bringing to this once stone face
An enduring bright smile

The skies rained supple kindness
The grounds shot up to feel
Making my sheltered heart
Fight back with pure emotion

All it took was this nice pleasant girl
Combining her mind with mine
Linking two hearts to help heal each other

Together we made one truthful army
Toned by friendship and much more

I found what I was missing