wanna guess
my empty distress
inside I'm a mess
this **** I detest

crack open a book
hey degenerate, take a look
flip a page
the world's a stage

blind, ignorant rage
our youth's worth minimum wage
living cheque to cheque, dollar to dollar
most of god's children grow up in squalor

the blood, the gore can't you see
it becomes ones destiny
no peace on earth, death, war and greed
ignorance dug the garden, hatred planted the seed

turned a blind eye for far too long
I became weak when I ignored the wrong

Time have stopped for her
Until he came
It was then when her time ticked again


Then little by little she started moving
and with those movements
little by little she started growing


the time spent with him
made it possible for her to again
little by little started living


Every moment with him made her
little by little started enjoying
It made her realize, that for him
little by little she started caring


More time passed, then she knew
little by little,.. no..
more and more she started loving

More and more she started knowing
about the person that made her life worth living

More and more of him she wanted having
So more and more of him she kept asking

She loved him and He loves her
So more and more of him he kept giving

But the cycle of asking and giving did not cease

So the more and more she kept having,
The more and more of him he kept losing

It was late when they realized,
little by little his time was ending


Little by little he lost his sight
More and more she saw his plight

Little by little he couldn't feel
More and more she prayed for him to heal

Little by little that he couldn't hear
More and more she whispered in his ear,
"I love you with everything I have, everything I am, and everything I'll ever be                       my dear"

Little by little he was suffering
More and more she kept hurting

Little by little that the time kept moving
More and more his end is nearing

And

Little by little he stopped breathing
More and more she knew it was coming

More and more his life was leaving
little by little he stopped moving

And when he met with his ending
His clock also stopped working.

Time had stopped for her, but he made it move.
Now time had stopped for him,
and there is nothing she can do...

You were always reaching.
Even as a child, you stretched your arms skyward
You tugged at loose threads and string
Let yourself unravel, tucked into nests by  birds

Even now, you still yearn
Reaching for something invisible and miles away
Your rose-tinted eyes haven't learned
That as long as you love, the ache won't ever go away

When a man came at me with a knife,
I was forced to shoot and take his life.
It was self defense but I was still horrified by what I had done.
I would be dead and buried if I hadn't been carrying my gun.
But he said something right before he died.
After he said it, I was even more horrified.
He told me that my wife put him up to it.
She tried to have me killed but she blew it.
I found out why that she was able to convince that man to try to ****** me.
She was going to share the cash when she cashed in my life insurance policy.
She put him up to it but it was something I couldn't prove.
I divorced that witch after I packed my bags and moved.
She would've been on easy street if she had succeeded with her crime.
But she failed and because of the prenup, she didn't receive one dime.

Welcome to
The red white
And dark blue
*******
That owns you

The tax kings
Bleeding you
For better dreams
You will never make it to

It’s true
The wealthy rule
I’m not sure
If it’s a secret cabal

But they take it all
Rake in the money
We make them
While taking more

We feed the fed and the IRS
The justice system
Is the department of property protection
Run by big fat white men

I guess I’m ranting again
But I am tired
And getting sleepier by the minute
We got to many dogs
In this fight
And I’m not sure
If we can win it

That is why this poem doesn’t have
A happy ending in it

If your heart doesn't bleed,
you are dead.
You have become
just another greedy
little **** factory
on your short path
to becoming
compost yourself.

~mce

Laughter < > the balm of the soul
Loving touch < > inner vision for the 'mole'
Imagination < > the flame nascent within the coal
Evolving into my true self < > the goal
The life gourmand's avarice < > my dangerous shoal
I think of my Dad tonight, & his paperweight of coal
I remember his impregnable wonder, and I start to again feel whole
Imagination < > the flame nascent within the dark coal