There's a drastic reduction
In the number of Know-it-alls
Since cellphones have decreased
The mounds of *******
We were subject to.

Wake at 6:30
Drive to work
Rain
Traffic
Trump stickers
Hit a pothole
Spill coffee
Arrive late
**** on your fly
Life

**** someone
miss her
dont even
preach about
longing-sentimentality
because she
Is already
******* dead.

We are all touched
By each hand
Good
Evil
Believing
Not believing

Always a choice

Merciful
Unmerciful

Always a choice

each demon exists inside of us
growing out of its mouth
arms made of serpents
fingers made of ivy
finger nails made of lace
softly caressing us
so we can’t tell the difference
seascapes upon our minds
like sand pulling away from our feet
as we walk close to the surf
happy feelings
until they’re not
so we wait until the sun sets
and walk away from the surf
but not too far
just far enough to find cool dry sand
and we are alone now
thinking of someone
maybe we know them
maybe we want to know them
they were somewhere
out there

Or did we just imagine all of it?

We all hear voices
Some call them thoughts
Others hear things like God
It’s so different to them
There’s no way to tell us
Nobody believes them
So they die on the inside
And forget how to smile
They master anxiety with surrealistic disguises
No place left to go

“what type of hat?”
“what type of cloth?”
“flowing?”
“yes, flowing”

Who cares, we think

There’s always someone who does
How many times though do they care enough?
What does that even mean anyway?
Care enough
Enough for what?
For the sand to cool?

And then there’s tomorrow

To live
To die

But is that a choice?

I won’t choose to live or die
I will see what happens

Just like this morning

Listening to someone lie to me
Listening to someone trying to make me feel wrong
I’m not wrong
I have an opinion and I know why
The difference is my opinion speaks freely
Their opinion is an order from someone else
It’s how they are paid to think

I’m just paid to do

But I’m not wrong
I just live a certain way
But who did I hurt today?

Only myself

That's ok
I mean, what difference does that make?
It's just me
It's me stuffing snakes, ivy and lace back down my throat
Invisible snakes
But I know they are there

Just like yours
Except you are too afraid to discuss it

You just want to be paid
Don't you?

Your deep stare unveils the secrets I have kept for so long
Every flick of your eye strips me down to my bra and thong
Naked and raw, I find it hard to lie
My scars, my imperfections become the apple of your eye
Now you see the reason I won’t tell my dad that my mom is cheap and easy
That every Friday night she hides in another man’s blanket while he is busy
-With workloads of paper he has to finish to bring home money
Yes, he was less of a husband but he was a provider than any of her men could ever be.
You told me I should free myself from what I know
But this is the only family I have, I have nowhere else to go.
Now you see the reason that I let the guy- the only guy I loved
-find his way out of my life and build new memories with a new crowd
It’s because he was unhappy, and she was the only thing that could make him feel good.
That is why I set him free, like every true lover would.
I felt so broken, you told me that this I shouldn’t regret
But I am always hoping that one day he’d end up with me instead.
Your deep words echo into my unwavering soul
Making love to my mind, sending me to an ******* fantasy
Slicing my insides like a dull knife, making my head go crazy
Piercing through every vain, making me remember that I am living in regret
Every whisper lingers in my head and makes me want to take a bullet
But without your words, I know I’d still end up dead.
With those words, you told me once that I am a woman of independence
-that I imbibe strength of character
But every wall I built you managed to tear down and shatter
You make me fall short and I even surrender
You uncover my secrets faster than I learn them, in my mind you create a mayhem.
A giant twister of ideas I could put into paper but before I even put it, you’ve already read them.
As I run out of ideas, I remembered the way you looked at me
Like I was a piece of deep and emotional poetry
Captivating and enchanting yet full of misery,
That moment your eyes were so skeptic but kind,
Making me confused or am I just blind?
Blind from all the hints you’ve dropped, Deaf to the sound of my heart
Numb from all the emotional beatings
You expose my body and my soul, you take me willingly as a whole
I’ll let you take everything though only a piece was left
I’ll let you lust for me, please make me lose my breath.
As I end this poem, I want to make you feel the same way.
I want to make you give in to the pleasure-ride with me in the storm
A storm that started the moment you stripped me out of every piece of my clothing
Now, let me be the one to take yours off and see you blushing
I’ll uncover every inch of your secrets, expose your every desire
I want to see if you could handle this raging fire
But deep inside I know you’d have the control in our little bedroom game
And I ‘d still be the one who’s tied in your bedpost frame.

The Easter Bunny is a friend of mine
He used to lay his eggs in my back yard
But once I moved, it got to be too hard.
We’ve been buddies a long, long time.
It’s all my fault he visits me no more
He had to make it from Kansas to Nome.
That is far too long a trip for him
But, that is where I bought my home.

He was a pretty good old boy, indeed
For all his reproductive strangeness.
He was sort of like a football player
In a long lavender red carpet dress.
Harder to me, to accept whole cloth
Was what he had to do with Jesus.
But as a magic rabbit, for sure
He could lay eggs as he pleases.

So, every year during springtime
Here came my friend the bunny.
He’d **** out colored eggs, he did,
And nobody thought it’s a bit funny.
That he’s six feet tall, like Harvey,
Cusses like a sailor makes me laugh.
But that he is a Christian symbol is
Not really reasonable by about half.

Still, who am I to quibble about tradition?
It is fun for everyone at this time of year.
Along comes this unscientific miracle
And the kids smile from ear to ear.
They run around collect these eggs
That to me often looked rather scary
And do not question the bunny tale
Like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy.

we're all lost here
we're all mad here
we're all tired here
we're all here
until one day , we disappear
be patient
wait your turn
sell your soul and watch it burn
soon you'll learn
be patient
wait your turn
we're all lost here
we're all mad here
we're all tired here
we are all not here

Habits **** friendships no matter even if you are close enough to be brothers, it is sad. Almost makes me feel like a horrible person, as maybe I should not partake and have a fun time as well.. And try to force them to do right, maybe I am not a true friend because of that.. I have the souls of the dead and the lights of the stars reflecting off the moon.. My energy's heart is at peace, that is all I need.. Your demons have nothing on me humans.. I am protected and loved by many more creations then your limited minds of this place.. There is so much more, many more doors then you could ever open, yet people are still stuck on learning simple things.. Maybe I should just end this flesh and hide behind those doors your so scared to open, you wouldn't miss me anyways I am not a needle.. You are not going to harm me anymore people and toss me into questioning who I am or if I am not being a friend to my fullest.. If you are a true friend yourself then you will always be able to find me behind one of those doors, until then blessed be to all people and sorry to all I have done wrong, yet if everything is for a reason and happens for you to learn something from.. Then should I be sorry? <3