PRESIDENT TRUMP IS ON A TRIP
HE IS ON AIR FORCE ONE
HE IS VISITING THE ARAB STATES
TO SHOW THEM HOW IT IS DONE
WHILE HE IS GONE THE
WHITE HOUSE MICE WILL PLAY
INVESTIGATING THE RUSSIAN SCANDAL
PLEASE DONALD DON'T STRAY
FOR WHEN YOU COME HOME
THE INVESTIGATION WILL HAVE STARTED
LETS HOPE IT DOSEN'T REVEAL INTRIGUE
OR YOUR PRESIDENCY WILL BE PARTED
Waterfall energies like beautiful thoughts enter my heart.
There, they rest for a short time before coming out inside dancing step, a breath, an intention to pass light around.
Sunlight energies like warm thoughts pulsate in mind.
There, they rest for a short while before emerging
to grow in flowering verse to pass love around.
Life force energies like hugging thoughts radiate into self.
There, they rest for a short time before being transformed
into the written word to share love for all.
By Arcassin Burnham
Doing well for yourself, you're on top of the world,
Son you could do anything,
Gain the confidence,
Use to be on the offense til you got your life I'm check,
Had bad days that you won't forget....
You use to fall , but now your all set,
I use to spend every waking moment going through a nightmare,
And the other moments trying to forget it,
I said that I would the absolute greatest in here,
I am the anomaly of myself so deal with it,
Whatever goes up, in this world, must also come down
unless it defies nature's law of gravity which is renown.
For anything to rise to a certain height and then have to come down again
depends on the force that initially propels it and how high it attains to then.
It's getting harder to breathe...
Is it because I'm hiding way too much underneath?
It wasn't like this the first time,
Or was I just blinded by your loving crime?
They were gentle at first,
But now there's this sudden burst.
...No, it's not passion,
Because it's not leaving me with any satisfaction.
It's dead, dark, and deceitful.
It's foul, frantic, and forceful.
It's not love
A pendulum, rocking to the heartbeat of eternity
In time, in tune, in step with the world
Inside of the footprint of this city street
Like a whisper in the passing wind
Or a whistle nearby yet unseen
Striding forward with a massive force
Unstoppable as the former me
This is the essence of my own demise
And the love which grew too strong and too quickly
In order to keep my song alive
And yet through this I've become an entity
So I will rock for eternity, back and forth atop the hill
And also in the flatlands in the east
Where the whispers were first heard to me
I slip and fall, behold the water all around, this daze, the overlit tiny
space, hospital, looking at me, doctors piercing gaze.
This is it! I feel their needles pierce my side, fill me with that which
will put out my lights.
I scream and in a rush they tilt my head back and let the pills
go down my throat. I was the one who got myself trapped
by this modern castle moat.
Should have known better, but still I cry, this is it, I'll set fire
to the skies, and no one will ever again sing me sterile lullabies!
Covered the empty bed sheets
Vague memories burned into my skull
Like a flashing bulb
All pain is gone
Slipping into a near coma
From my FREE drug induced state
Speeding heart rate, and yet you,
Sifting through bottles
For that one last pill
To free your cowardly self
From having any free will.
Quietly it runs away
slips away as I sleep
fade leaving me to weep
Carefully I'll make my mind
And change who I was
Forcefully I'll work my way
To my future
My past will be a fuzz
I'm doing this because
I can no longer be
Who I was
if the stars could talk they would whisper your name,
in silent hums and hushed tones that disperse like the many leaves on an autumn day.
your name has weight.
such weight that the explosion of every single star in the universe would still end with a hint of you lingering around.
the silence wouldn't be silent,
because when something as beautiful as you exists, it exists forever.
you are a force of nature.