With a mentality as cold as an
Up high,
Sky spy,
Fly by,
Watch die,
Vulture ...

I just cannot abide
This blame,
Then claim,
No shame,
Blame game,
Culture …

Stranded left to wallow
In a storm destructive path
Trista Destiny my sister
I hope to see or hear your voice again

Trapped by self inflicted wounds
after being tossed aside
dripping life out of her body
hoping to undo this hurt

Waters stir silent
grass whistles
rain begins to spit
Trista lies lifeless soaking in wet among-st these daffodils

Winds pick up collecting debris
as it ***** her up with all
to this day she has never been found
even after the storm


Good by Trista Destiny
who could have ever broken your heart
everyone is praying and hoping
to hear your voice one day call out

Calling life
To pull me out
Gutter trash
I have been drowned

Difficulties are my pain
******* force from with in
Pulling strings forcing me
keeping still downing gin

I don't know why or how
no one sees whats this is all about
Struggling sealed off
Out of time everything and god has shut me out

it will be different this time
it will flow and make sense
I will be present
mind and body as one
and the clock restarts now
the cold war is over

@journeyofdays

to the air smelling
the noise of the fox
law of the jungle