Run and run and run in place
All our efforts
Are such a waste

When we work
In such simple opposition
We cannot help but
Let go of firm position

Release
Your grasp upon yourself
Silence your cry for another's help
We have choked out our inner peace

There is nowhere
Safe left
When you have two people
Living in your head

Slow progress,
No revolution,
But steady success,
Eventually,
Got us to where we are,
Things getting better,
Easier,
Fairer,
Acceptance gaining,
Ignorance failing.

But.

In one signature,
A thousand steps taken,
The wrong way,
Back to before,
When no one,
Understood,
And blindly,
Blamed,
Accused,
Hated,
Divided.

But.

The world screams,
It cries out:
*"They are human too!"

Southern shells – or longitude
it’s rude to discuss such a rough location – but I’m a *****
to such provocation.
destiny’s Vacation
in a nation
with ****** – nonchalantly run a muck.
total *** or ******* visible I don’t believe the natives can purchase *****.

a loss of bucks is inherent to those who want.
bring your paranoia to a paranormal place where
paintings haunt
or move around after your heat signature.
can he make this
make meaning?
i am the dignitor.

a broken side of a square to settle the score
if you weren't sure.
stressed to proceed with thee program.
the waves can crash on shape and
make ham
sandwiches
which is beautiful.
in the eye of the beholder, hold on I’ve smoldered
all of my calls.
put a hold on the fourth wall – I can
and swam into the shallow.
tribune myself to the tropical Loch Ness
fall fourth to the shadow.
let us Dive further.
amphibious herder of the deep
stay afloat on a personal boat
to return to sleep.

Fix Me?
Can
You
Just maybe
But
I'm insane
I think...
Sometimes

Brain
Fill my
Thoughts
Backward

I'm really trying
Just bare with me
Please
So easily
Breaks
My heart

Trust issues
I have
I know...
Confusing
Been so
Has always
You
About
**Everything