As I stared out into the endless darkness from my bay window,
I became suddenly aware  that the stillness of the night
had been broken by raindrops that fall from a sad and crying sky.  

Vitally aware that upon morrow my life would be changed
and  permanently altered in a way that could never be
pleasing to this architect of wonderous thoughts.

Sitting patiently at that window, never daring to move and
barely breathing. Hoping upon hope that some twist of fate
would change my destiny as written in days before.

As the rising of the sun's rays kissed the darkness bringing forth
the break of dawn, hope dwindles, but life as we know it goes on.

I wish all this
Twisted ****
Was just something
From my wits
A way to catch the
Attention of twits

That I was
Writing every poem
In a warm
Fuzzy home
With a life
That wasn't so
Dreadfully alone

The stories are true
The characters are
Tragically real
But stop acting
Like you can relate
Like you know
How I feel

I've seen some ****
I've been some places
I've stolen bags and
Cut up faces
I've tripped
For days
Came home wasted

No wonder
My head isn't
Feeling so well
No wonder
Everyday is a
Living hell
No wonder
I have all these ****** up
Stories to tell

It's the environment
That I so easily
Put myself in
It's my associates
That turned my
Pure soul to sin

So I take the blame
I take the fall
But if I never
Experimented
With my life's call
Then I'd have nothing
To tell you at all

it’s quiet in the night.
blanketed by silence my mind wanders without bounds
over moonlit miles
unfettered by time and distance
to concentrate on a single point of a beating heart.

focused.

just knowing that it exists settles me
and i rest easier knowing that maybe -
just maybe,  
my flying consciousness is met halfway in the night sky
and dances with yours under the cold vigilance
of stars burning years ago,  
their light on their own journey toward us,
bathing us in the other worldly glow
of shared dreaming
and yearning
for the same unknown.

I am a lost traveler
on their expedition (of this I am sure)

sailing atop a flat ocean atop
a turtle's back (of this they are sure)

but
I know the world is a sphere
afloat in a sea of nothing

maybe
or maybe not

atop a turtle's back (of this I'm not sure)

Silent I drift
my tongue impaled by
reason and fear and defeat
wishing
to fall off the flat earth (that I very well know is round)

I am an eternal freak
The keeper of an everlasting mystery
Which is the secret of my vanishing grim?
Light or darkness makes a difference
Sometimes you see it
Sometimes you don’t

Games of your mind
Mirror of your emotions
I am me and I am you
A light hearted-woman
Or a Hermaphrodite?
To hold the enigma
Is my stigma

I am my master in disguise
If you really look you can see we are alike
I am not the mother
I am not the son
Since I am both and none

I am his masterpiece
His life companion
His mirror
Not his darkest secret
But his portrait of humankind

I am left and right
Masculine and feminine
Good and bad
The one with two faces
Who smiles and cries
At the same time

Yesterday, today and tomorrow
I am the world’s sorrow
I keep a mystery that none can borrow

I am Mona Lisa
So they say, so you say
I am La Gioconda
The one with the most famous, elegant smile
The entire world will ever talk about

Words are weapons of mass distraction
to take our eyes off the criminal action
of democracy ****** over for global destruction
as media serves to create obstruction
as votes get sold for campaign contributions
and we the people search for solutions
the rich get richer and the poor get *******
and the planet dies screaming in the interlude