Amputate them from myself.
Not masochism, but medically necessary.
Do I deserve such a relief?

They multiply, and strip away time.
Their mitosis is parasitic. Alien. Destructive.
This ailment leaches from me.

So glad to see you temptation...
One of love’s demons, life’s meanings

Darkness inundates this plane.
Lone light on what I’m craving.
Perched upon a ring pillow of velvet.
Distant from a vestal white, ****** pearl.
Far from what I need right now.

I don’t want to feel this lurking hostility!
Distracts my complete hospitality.
Stalking me like a meal, I can’t show what I feel.

Not until I break down and release.
Like an animal, on my knees at feast.
Only a small chunk taken from their population.
In mitosis they’ll be back shortly.
To start this destructive cycle again.

I been lied to..
My life threatened..
Time wasted.
Emotions ignored..
Manipulated into caring.
My mouth is dry
Fingers numb
Yet my heart beat is true
You are too much to bare
Despite your worth
Luckily I only gave my heart to rent.
At this moment as I lament,
I am not tormented .
Though I'm not liberated.
Only time can tell
When I can catch my breath

I light
the four candles
one at a time.

I place my mask
on my face.

The music
is wild
and somber.

I dance
and dance
and dance.

At some point
I stop thinking.

I just dance
and dance
and dance.

I hurl my frustration
into the
candles of change.

My thoughts are
a whirling
swirling cloud.

I draw strength
from these
fires of fury.

I dance
and I dance
and I dance.

I ground myself.

I give
the furious strength
back.

I go deeper.
I find
new strength within.

Not frustration.
Not fury.
But acceptance.

I smile.
I take my mask
off.

And I keep dancing.

Ya Know I’m Sick of Them Talking … !!!
Yeah Talking Bout’ WARRING … !!!
When Wars They Be Courting ...  
Are Weak Like … “ Steve Hawking “ … !!!!!
  
Wheelchairs ... Where They’ll End …
if They Don’t Buck The Trend of Talk That’s IGNORANT … !!!
  
IN FACT I See GRAVES … !!!
Cos I’m SICK of These Slaves … !!!!!
  
SLAVES To Their FEARS … !!!
See I’m SICK of My Ears …  
Hearing Things They Suggest …
That’ll Bring … “ Virges’ Death “ … !!!!!!!
  
I’m READY For That … !!!
  
So Come With Ya Gats’ Ya’ Brothers And Bats …  
But Listen Up Jack MAKE SURE Your Attack …  
Leaves Me FLAT ON MY BACK UNABLE To Breathe … !!!
  
Are You FRAUDS HEARING ME … ?!?
  
Because If Ya Don’t It Won’t Just Be Quotes ….  
That I’ll Use To … CHOKE THROATS … !!!!!!
  
My Question For Them Is Bound To Bring STRESS … !!!
If I Choose To DISTRESS Cos' of Your IGNORANCE … !!!!!
  
Let Me Ask You This Dread …
... "ARE YOU Ready For Death ?" ...  
  
Or Will You Start Crying ...  
Like A ***** When You’re Lying ...  
On The Floor TRYING To Stop My Limbs FLYING … !!!!!
  
See I’m SICK of Them Thinking ...  
That Virge Won’t Get VIOLENT … !!!!!
As If I Have Hearing That Only Hears ... Silence …….......... !?!
  
Ya See ...  
People Who Know Me ... KNOW I’m About PEACE … !!!
But TRULY I’m SICK NOW of Fools ... TAUNTING Me … !!!
  
Calling Me THIS And Calling Me … THAT … !!!
As If Virge DON’T KNOW Any GUN TOTING Man … ?!?
  
These Men Are In Zones Where Violence Roams …  
And They Take The Stance That LOOSE Talk Faces GATS’ … !!!!!
  
I’m SICK of THEM **** … !!!!!!!!
Chicken Heads SQUAWKING …
Just Like ... DEAD MAN Walking …  
  
From Women To Men …
Yeah I’m Now SICK OF THEM … !!!!!
  
I’m Sick Now of Friends ...
Whose Friendship Transcends …  
Into Zones Where NONSENSE ...
DEFINES Their Pretence …  
of Having RESPECT ...
For TRUTH I Inject ...
Into Those With DEFECTS … !!!
  
Whose Lifestyle Profiled Is One of DENIAL … !!!!!
I’m SICK of Grown Child Who QUICKLY Get Riled …  
Because They CAN’T DEAL With ANYTHING REAL ... !!!!
  
These Peoples’ GREEN MILES ...
Are NOT Prison Styles … !!!
They Just KEEP Running Wild ...
All The While Talking BILE … !!!!!  
  
This Is WHY ... I Now Write … !!!
To PREVENT ME From Fights of The Physical Kind … !!!!!
This Here’s THERAPEUTIC ...
These Dummies Should USE IT … !!!
  
But They Just ABUSE It By Making CRAP MUSIC …  
And Being Confusing Because What They’re Choosing …
Is Proof That Their Movements Are FOOLISH And STUPID ... !!!!!
  
And HYPOCRITICAL ... These INDIVIDUALS …
TALKING Bout’ Peace When It’s Fights That They Seek … ?!?
  
But Their Streets’ Prove Their Guile ...
To Be ****** Like ... PILES … !!!!!
MAN I’m SICK of These Boys ...
Running … Haemorrhoid Noise … !!!!!
Talking Out Their *** And Showing NO CLASS … !!!
  
They Deal In PURE FARCE And Then Wonder Why … ?!?
I Choose To PASS Their ... Foolish Crews By………………  
  
Cos’ I’m SICK OF THEM NOW ... Stupid FAT COWS ...  
And Guys Who Aren’t Wise ... Their Wise Is PURE LIES ... !!!
  
So It Is ... NO SURPRISE … !!!!!
That I’m YES … “ Sick of THEM “ … !!!!!
  
SICK of Their Friends ...  
SICK of The Nonsense ...
That Fills Their Rear Ends … !!!
And SICK OF The Threats ...
That They CLAIM They’ll Defend … !!!!!
  
They Seem NOT TO CARE About Things That They AIR …  
That CLEARLY Aren’t … “ RIGHTEOUS “ … !!!!!
I Think That THESE VIPERS Should Really BEWARE … !!!!!
  
Cos’ It’s CLEAR TO ME Now ...
That They’re Causing Frowns ...  
In Towns ALL AROUND ...
And STRESSING And PRESSING ...  
The Buttons of Heads ...
Who Deal In … RESPECT … !!!!!
  
NOT Dealing In STRESS ...
And Causing ... PROBLEMS ... !!!
Thus A Suitable End For This Simple Poem …  
  
Are These Words RIGHT HERE … !!!!!
  
When It Comes To Heads Talking …
Like Chicken Heads SQUAWKING … !!!!!
  
Nothing But NONSENSE ...
I Really And Truly ...  
  
Am Now …
  
… “ SICK of THEM !!! “ …

When the wind blows chill

Withering fruit on the vine

It takes the music

From a poets soul

Snuffs out the lighted candle

Silencing notes that only you can hear

Rhymes in your head dry and cracked like forgotten paint

In an alley leading nowhere

The skull beneath the skin

The emptiness within

The meaning

Is gone

But the frost lives on

Winters song

You hope will bring

New hope of spring

Green shoots that bind

And heal within your fragile poets mind

I don’t understand these days,
the poetry I speak,

Or value my inner author
enough to strive for literary peaks,

And yet, here I am
writing about my writing still-

Words won and lost
with the drop of my quill,

A ballpoint pen
to be more exact,

But who in my journal
is in need of such facts?

Why don't we take flight?
Why don't we make things right?
Why don't you let me go my own way?
Why don't you listen to what I say?
How hard is it to listen to me?
Not only with your ears, do you see?
How much longer am I gonna have to wait?
Is it... Too late?
Why are you trapped in your thoughts...?
Why won't you accept water during droughts?
Why won't you let other people help you on your way?
Why do you always have to slay?
Why are you not seeing the full picture?
Why are you choosing your own torture?
Going in circles that go on, endlessly...
Fears that rage, ferociously...
Why have you given up on us all?
Why did you let go and choose to fall?
How much longer are you gonna scratch open the wounds of the past?
Can't you see that you are making them stay and last?
When you take your eyes away from the pain...
Then, you'll see the rainbow again...
But you'll never listen...
Because you think you're never mistaken...