There’s a word that’s a sound that doesn’t exist,
Or, hasn’t manifested to, consciously shift,
What it means to be inn love, why our minds tend to drift,
Off into the future like, yesterday is still happening and today reminisced a prediction of what’ll happen if my spirit continues to lift,
This thought I couldn’t dismissed, for there’s validation in imagination projecting a reality where these three time structures coexist,
A possibility I couldn’t resist,
A space where I know happiness will sit,
Decayed the  memories of pain when I saw a kiss,
Replayed the memory again because my understanding didn’t fit,
A second turned into a lifetime, time... it was time I had previously missed,
Rubbing my head because my intentions were missed,
By time I meant mind and lips, a tick I couldn’t forget,
She will be loved, she will be such,
A simple but difficult thought to brush,
Because I’m always like “So this is what the force brought to us”,
Thankful for the ego that fought for trust,
That taught me much,
And the broken barbies who were lost in lust,
Because they pushed me to walk when touched,
Zombie apocalypse, I can’t cough enough,
Too much snot, too many bugs that mental illness can’t fall on crush, -hush…
Let me hush, because I say too many words and I should say less,
Paying attention, and it has been wondering like I should pay less,
I feel like Romeo, because I’m running Juliet’s way next,
Like “My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love is as deep, the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite”,
And then I’ll stand with nothing more to confess,
Hoping it’s my intentions she somehow digest,
If I fail to express the hell in invest,
It’s the tragedy of young love that’ll be reassessed,
To be or not to be will be the final thought I contest,
I need rest… because I enjoy that existence, where I’m able to create in an instance,
A reality where we’re no longer separated by distance, or the laws in a dimension,
Where I’m no longer an anarchist and can say ***** the resistance because fighting for freedom is no longer vital than assistance,
In that space I believe we’d stop pretending, and stop and listen,
Find time to analyze you and I and understand what we have before the aftermath lead us to separate paths searching for what’s currently existing,
A server condition, I admire ambition,
Cleared all my wishing, because I finished the mission,
I only ask for permission, to experience a handful of experiences on your journey,
And for a warning, warn me,
Before you fly and enjoy the freedoms in the sky,
So that I’m able to give a proper goodbye and maintain a kingdom built for you and I,
This home would remain open, and if my soul is chosen for another script,
I would be sure to leave a word on the walls to explain what love is,
Or a poem like this,
To explain a word that’s a sound that doesn’t exist.

As gunfire
round position
was hostile
to foment
a spider
there against
its mayhem
while Miranda
made us
brighter if
a discriminate
cry ready
as toll
cross nation
yet deliberate
soliloquy aside
blue smoke.

It's raining, it's raining.
Her blood, it is draining.
She went to bed, he smashed her head,
for nagging and complaining.

Now he's inside and oh, how he cried.
The lucky ******* should have fried.
Someone told her Mum & Dad,
I have some news, it's really bad.

She's loved to dance since she was five.
She can't do that, she's not alive.
He was a talent, web site creation,
he'll return to that when he gets probation.

Poetry by Kaydee.

My woman
was direly
ephemeral and
indebted to
justice as
she was
ardor and
auspiciously sanguine
where gaiety
always bona
fide would
cry out
certainty lest
sublimity always
bigotry save
her heart
of gold

identity theft struck
a perfectly innocent man
his picture and written works
were stolen off the Facebook site

theft is punishable
under American law
they who partake in activities
like this ...
can expect to wear
a penalty

one such person
was Robert Dale Leadbeater
all of his personal details  
were stripped away
by a criminal named
Evna Marylyn Jardis
who had a record
in committing this crime before ...

it took law agencies
a while to track down
the offender
but luckily for them
data was handed over
by Facebook's IT department

Evna is serving time
in an Arizona jail
and awaits an appeal
for bail