My mind is a web of every moment
Captured within each strand
Occasions,
Instants,
Paused
Then rewind to that second
Remembered as if yesterday
By a smell my web moves in motion
A light show of tiny energy
Caress the neurons,
Thought,
Moments,
Senses,
Burst forth, this web
Brings all moments to life
My mind is a web of ideas  
It captures dew drops of consciousness
And weaves them, entwines them,
It to this mind of many strands
This web of  neurons that form *pure thought.

I don't say
Trump
I don't say
****
I don't say "that one nearly"
"Dam change of boxers that wasn't smart"
I don't like to
"Sneeze"
And do one at the same time,
You know what I'm talking about,
Hurts both sides at the same time
I don't stay around when the
Silent
But
Deadly
Sneaks out to say hello,
Removing a crowd at twenty feet
Saying did something die what is that smell,
And too my little ones
Its called a
"Bottom"
"Belch"
As its LOUD*
They giggle as one does rip
"Then the other lets another out"
There embarrassing in a lift
If squeezed  out loud and proud
Enclosed spaces are the define
No
No,
As you may be the one gagging
Upon you own smell,
We all have names for this noisy smell
But to my little ones its know as the **Bottom Belch.

I'm running on the playground of life,
There are so many ways
This can go, to what end,
People hop scotching
Numbers
Squares
In-between,
The lines never told you that the squares
Are fate never moving off one
Or landing on Ten, its a game of
Chance, will you jump
Or stay safely on the footing
The square your on now,
Then there they are those
You know you see them playing
With the rope, around it goes
Skip,
Jump,
Fall,
Jumping over life's troubles,
The more you jump the
Faster
It
Goes
You get caught in the troubles,
"Life isn't now skipping along"
It takes your feet from underneath
Now your just hanging
Feet off the ground
Life,
Death,
Regret,
The rope ends the troubles
The noose tightened
And the troubles
Were last moments
Now you are still,
We will play many games
"Running On The Playground Of Life"
Just don't fall, don't get out of your depth,
Life is for living some games are **better left.

I scribble upon the walls
Blindly
Drawing
Nestled in my belief
That this will speak
The words I was unable to voice,
My clothes were clean when I knelt
But now they are
Stained,
Ripped,
Violated
With the efforts of these scattered
Moments, I express without a voice,
"With out"
"With out"
My mind speaks slower than
The moment past,
I fear this is senseless,
"Undermining
My
Resolution"
Of what is being emotionally
Stained upon this wall,
I grow weaker as this message composed
Of my emotional state,
To me it screams,
"I needed someone"
"But I was a voice lost"
I sign it with a handprint
Static,
Silence
Quiet
Is my body, the ink ran dry
From the pots cut open
"I lie here now"
My message  scribbled upon a canvass
On the naked wall,
It now has a essence of me,
My  story,
My  end,
I was in need, but now I **need no more.

Cry*
Louder  & scream,
Cry
Clear so noises travel far and near,
Cry
With terror as hair turns white,
Cry
With fright the things seen are as real as night,
Cry
On a pillow, hide you eyes
Cry
All night, it will matter little come light
Cry
Till heard, voices come near
Cry
Until steps heard closer my dears
Cry
As if a last breath is the next to disappear,
Cry
CRy
CRY
All you wish for all will bleed tears
**Before the end of the night don't you see....

The caterpillar was of many steps,
The millipede was of many more,
Both were
Long,
Rhymed
Feet
Did collectively tap dance on the floor,
They thought to have a race
Millipede said,
I have feet that move swift and fast"
"While you have many less"
"This is a Race that'll be over fast"  
The race would start around four,
Tick,
Tock,
Tick,
Tock,
So the millipede did wait,
And wait,
Waiting some more,
The race was to the top of the tree,
Milli as her friends called her,
Cat,
Caterp,
Caterpillar
Where, when will this race start anew
Then upon a stick,
Do
Not
Disturb
Milli gave a funny look,
Cats friend said
"She was resting before the race began"
So Mille said to each and those around,
"Wake me when she comes around"
And so the day ended a new one began,
And as it approached four once again,
A yawn heard from inside,
As Milli did run as quick as she could
Ok start the race,
"Ribbit"
Shouted the frog
The race did begin,
And many feet did move, dust seen as
These many feet did move like the wind,
Cat did wake and stretched out wide
As her wings caught sunlight
Am I late, did it begin,
Beauty,
Colour,
Grace
Was seen with each flap of her wings,
In to the air she did gently glide
As for Milli
She laughed
"HaHaHaha"
As she reached the roots of the tree,
"No one is faster on there feet but me"
Cat took her time
Floated,
Glided,
Soared*
High with the wind, her delicate touched
Bark and leaf, crossing the finish line
Upon delicate Feet,
Moments later Mille appeared
"Who"
"Are"
"You"
Milli confused at what was seen,
"I am Cat its plain to see"
And Milli angrily said
"This isn't fair"
"Cheated am me"
"Never cheated, with feet i crossed"
"Its only because you saw on the outside|"
"Not what was truly me"
And Milli did speak quietly
"I judged you less"
"I judged you weak"
"All because I had more feet"
I will learn this lesson well,
"It is not always what is seen on the outside"
"It is what is on the inside that counts"
You had beauty where i saw none,
But now you stand before me and
"I am sorry"
For the way I treated you,
Can we still be friends
Cat did answer we were always Friends, silly milli,
So milli ran and cat flew off,
lessons now learned on how to treat me and for me to *treat you.