A daily riddle
Has come to mind
Where abstract words
Break an abstract mind
And things once healed
Fall apart
After the moon hits that mark
Thoughts are runny
Dilapidated ears hear harsh lullabies
But no baby cries
Just you and I
Cries fit for the night
The dubious night
The doubtful night
The dangerous night
Our night

The Usurper King
Had trouble sleeping.
He knew just how many
Criminals he was keeping;
Salaried and dedicated
To robbing the populace
And using very ineffective
And obvious kinds of artifice.

The Usurper King
Remembered what he did
To take the throne away
From the duly chosen kid
And he saw what he had
Been doing all the while.
It built up every day
And came out at night as bile.

The Usurper King
Spewed out, far and near;
Those who ****** him off
And those he held dear.
He covered his reign
With his nocturnal emissions
And gave his poor people
Scary, frightening visions.

The Usurper King
Only ever had one need
And that was the deep itch
Caused by excessive greed.
He had no class, no bearing,
He talked like a ignorant ****,
And soon the people wished
He would be squashed like bug.

Dumpatrump
All the Trumps
Make them live
At the city dump.
Take their money
Every single clump.
Get rid of that
Ugly orange ****.

Now we all know for sure
What greed sounds like when it talks.
We have no more doubt
We know how it looks when it walks.
But some people still need
More lessons in crooked politics.
They need more time
Being beaten by the Trump Stick.

Most of us only need
To mash our head against bricks
For a couple of times
Before the lesson finally sticks.
But Trump followers need
To be knocked totally unconscious
Or something harsher until
They take their functions serious.

Dumpatrump
All the Trumps
Make them live
At the city dump.
Take their money
Every single clump.
Get rid of that
Ugly orange ****.

So many fools involved
And so much money and power
They make the world worse
With each hour by scary hour.
It sometimes seems as if
They think we don’t see them.
Unfortunately, some don’t.
I sure don’t want to be them.

The selectively stupid
And the carefully politically blind
Are driving this country down.
And by saying that, I’m being kind.
The average person is weak
In the head if not in the back.
It is going to take miracles
To get our injured country back.

Dumpatrump
All the Trumps
Make them live
At the city dump.
Take their money
Every single clump.
Get rid of that
Ugly orange ****.

She grew thorns...
Not to lure him in
        with deception
But to keep him out
        who was deception
For as beautiful as she was,
She was dangerous within
Her petals holding secrets
No world could bear...
She grew thorns
All to protect
Her fragile heart
From unleashing
Her sins...

assuming is consuming
relationships in spades
it makes a joke
of gentlefolk
and strips the truth away

assuming is consuming
civility
replacing it with fear
it stops our thought
makes talk fraught
and
...well basically screws  up everything!

@journeyofdays

she is the kind of a girl who is keen,
like a foxglove flower that i've never seen,
beautiful and elegant on its looks,
but seems to be very poisonous.

a bell-shaped highly toxic flower,
a life ruiner and a happiness killer,
a flower that is very dangerous,
that love requires you to be very cautious.

she can cause irregular heart function,
severe pain and hallucination,
that's the reason why it's hard to love,
a girl that's like a foxglove.

YOU NEEDED THAT COMFORT DIDN'T YOU HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP UNDER ALL THESE OVERPASSES WHEN THE CARS DON'T RUN LIKE THAT AROUND HERE TELL ME HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE EVERYTHING YOU SAY WITH A GRAIN OF SALT WHEN I'M TOO HOPEFUL FOR THAT **** WE BOTH KNOW IT GETS DANGEROUS I HAVEN'T BEEN AROUND FOR HUNDREDS OR THOUSANDS OF YEARS BUT I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT "STORAGE" AND MEMORIES THAT LIVE PACKED AWAY IN THE ATTIC AND ON GOD YOU CAN'T BLOW DUST OFF THIS ONE LIKE THE REST