I never gave up the stars,
         hiding within your eyes...

And you shone more than anyone...

Guiding me from every nightfall
                    to the  breaching of
illumination scaring the land..

You are my falling star,
    Who I'll catch every time.

With every scapegoat,
      I fed the grass of  perjury.

Then I'd be a distortion,
pealing the fragmented
              façade from me...

Walking away from the wreckage.

       Leaving them trapped
and broken in the remnants
                                         of my echo..

                                         Hi I'm Judy,
   I always like names with J..

No goats this time,
                                   just sheep ready
to follow me to the slaughter house..

Gemination sundered
             the pollen,

cleaved from the stalk..

              Redeemed from its
betrayal of peace..

influencing the toxic earth..

If I had a penny
for all the lies
                  you told.

I'd melt them down,
   and shoot you in
the knee cap...

Who says pennies are worthless...

The pretty birds perching,
          I stared chalky .

I was just a pendant waiting
                             to be worn.

But I just sway here loosely,
          gravity is paused till
I intend to collapse into
                           breathless

Nothingness..

But the birds are my friends,
           perching here keeping
me company, I feed them...

Not of wanting,
                                but of necessity.

                                     I stare blankly,
I've nothing left to give..

But the flock, they keep me company..

I'll never look back,
as that isn't the way I'm heading.
It's always a belated imprint that was walked
            over so many times before
I'd even thought of looking at the reflection.

Of where I'd come from.
             I'm always schooling myself from
the errors that gave me  D- minus but
         as I walk on I've got regraded to a B-

                                        What!!
life's hard an  A* isn't archivable

But I worked ******* my mistakes and a B is
      better than the D as you could have fell
                            and ended up a E-

Empty of what life's worth..

Snowdrops falling,
          whining of the weight
of reality...

That the good old days...

Are old,
                  retired,


                           dead.

The bygone, lets spell this out in multiple avenues..

ancient, dead, departed, former, lost, antiquated
                                      archaic, belated, dated, defunct
down memory lane, erstwhile, extinct,
                                                      forgotten
­                                            gone, gone by,
in oblivion, late, of old, of yore,
                         old-fashioned, old-time, olden
old fangled, one-time, out-of-date
                                       previous, quondam, vanished,
water over the dam, water under the bridge..

This is a view of a reality that was
                                             winding on to long.

Times are changing, we've  become a people..
      Not a race, a ethnicity..

That's a stigma straight away,
                 what ever continent you were born
           to
A majority a minority.. were labelled to much.

Were one people under the stars, one humanity..
     we all bleed, we all look for a love of another.

Lets just be us, people that don't see labels,
           as we cut them off because the outfit we
now wear isn't in need of a stereotype..

Were just a different fit,
                                         but all the same.

                          Human......