In hope I start my day!
Holding “Hope” with my spirit trying to find meaning to what I’m doing!

Breathes are counted!
Sleeps are restless!
Words became homeless!
Pain became meaningless!

And

Death became the Theme!
Pale colors are painted!
Brain in comma!
Guts is drained!
Love is Running away!

First Hours of hope had counted down!!

My mother always says, a woman's intuition makes a man feel uncomfortable. For he knows that deep down, she knows everything without asking to know. She just knows. It flows like the river in her heart, it flies around like butterflies in her gut, it runs miles in her mind...it's always there. Now some women suppress that intuition for the case of not letting go of love...scared of the unknown after what they thought was love is lost..as we know, love is blind at times. But I encourage you ladies, do not neglect that intuition. For the more you listen to it, the stronger it gets. If you openly accept it, it'll be your safety net, your protection, your armor against deeper pain. Listen to your intuition...for it is a gift from God.

I am plastic, c-through

the gnats in my bedroom know as much
they fly into me as though by accident

an impossibly clean sliding-glass door
that upon approach is nevertheless shut

these small things hit my skin
but leave no physical marks

no gnat guts splattered
on my pocked arms

I am not glass but plastic
I can bend without breaking

It's begins when one person
Treads across the ice
To get where they need to
But when others follow
The cracks begin to show
Then hidden by the falling snow

As more use this easier path
The cracks continue to form
But once one crosses
They could not care less
For those after them
Or for the cracks to come

Then one cracks is too many
And one falls in, then two
Then all begin to fall
And become lost in the depths
Of greed and desire
Because the other path was harder

Now all those who try to cross
Are stuck with nowhere to go
Because the path of hard work
Was lost to the snow
Temporary are the short cuts
Permanent are determination and guts

Route the dark in light
Ducking down
Masonic freedom fighter
Tend to rend the holy crown

Chalice overflowing
When did this cup pass to me
Empty vessel wrestled from a twine
Entwined fate
Engorged ball of hate
Flattening the gluttons
I've seen it all
Its never right to Intermediate
Limb of light
Invigorated, left unchecked
Balances precariously
Between the seance of death
And the scorn of the righteous
Overbearing and meaningless
And still it beckons

To walk a thin line
Is to take everything in stride
The same stride
We strove for

Through every long night
Waist deep in the sin
Crying out internally
Giving everything to win
Starving on the battlegrounds
Carving up and laying down
Doubting every action
Stained by affliction
Destined to persist

Slaying anything

Monster...
Demonic...

Only light escapes