Droplets of reflection shatter on the hard ground,
               soaking up the drought of thought.

evaporating in reflections shimmering
in rainbows
    of imagery slowly fading but bright.

I don't sugar coat
                        ****,

Cos that would be gross
    

I just tell you how it is...

Woven within our madness,

                   the needle of sanity
                          penetrated deeply

life is a stone in a pond,
once
        we sink
                we never rise,

but the ripples of our life
       touch more than we know.

Life is like a pencil,
          
            Once you use up all the lead

All your left with is dead wood...

Those who try to belittle you
           do so because at that moment.

They are feeling smaller than you...

           words hurt, but a smile ****** them off...

Woven in tears of collected misgivings
for his voice never to be heard in the halls
of man, just echoes of nothingness.

For he was a fiction of man, fed through mouths
never one his own, for courts jested verses of
there needing not those repeated and reversed.

Words are power in anyone's hand, the tonged syllables
are hypnotic in a wrong mans purse. Listen to knowledge
and fact, falsehood is a serpent biting back.