A Summer's day, I think nay!
Where art the fruits oh to bloom?
Me dwell in a hopeless Church,
to carry my cross, blind I search,
look to your right, look to your left,
surrounded by God's cheerful test.

Mock me oh Father, shatter this fool!
The more he starves the better the cards!
Nay, pray, outsmart it all, never decay!
Fields of violet brushes thy chest,
they soften thy ego and puts it to rest!

Shake me! Crush my illusions evermore!
Turn all inside out, and bless my soul!
Repair the sick and pick out the rotten!
Challenge me, grow me, push me to the limit!
I see, ye test my Strength, how far can I go?
Oh but Lord don't you know, I can't say no?

Finish me! Break this ego apart. Hang him high!
O pain, O cleansing Fire, ye burn the shadows well.
I thrive when you provoke my wickedness!
As you flush with rivers wild my hidden mess.
Lions eat! Digest all flesh, blood and meat!

You Lord and I, in a storm delight,
a battle between the ghost and the Light.

The test results are back!
It appears that a:

sack of rice

                       has

replaced your brain.

sixto rodriguez
isn't good enough for you

her faded name makes do
she has an inner wrist tattoo

someone said,
"there are a lot of uncreative people out there who have a need to express themselves"

how true
how true

5/24/17

do not confuse moody
with impatience
you grew up in a ray of light
surrounded by warmth
people that set you up
to be the way you are
raised in togetherness
you never had that wholeness
ripped away from you
or experienced the death that
swallowed my own blood
confirming the dissonance
that was always to exist in my life
into an unknown
and so all my darkness
makes me "self-absorbed"
because it's so painfully affected my days
my weeks, my years
it's hard to simply ignore
because i was a plant half-watered
since the day i was born
and you received growth in abundance
so we assess the grey areas
and you fill the black voids
with white luminescence
so why are people are driven away?
you're always able to pull people in
with the right words to say
i fall for it, too
the seven of nightlights
a candle floating in a river
my flaws are the bend of a waterfall
i've sent you straight over the edge
once before
but you always burned fervently
all the while, engrossed and enveloped in me
this darkness unwavering
two kids in a living room
to two adults on the roof
just a moment
a split second
that preceded a memory ingrained

If learning is a three dimensional thing,
then exams are two dimensional. Any beautiful things will be projected into ugly figures.

If studying is a two dimensional thing,
then midterms shall be one dimensional. Happiness will be projected into sadness.

If curiosity is an one dimensional thing,
then quizzes must be a dot, the one that breaks my heart. Knowledge will be projected into nonsense.

As a whole, practice makes perfect, and quizzes are useless.

Laughed at this life
Weird then prospering
I've been through worse
Haven't been to the worst
So, thanking my Lord
Is my heart made of rock?
When your words melt
These veins try to gain
My only person in me
True to my affections
Who am I to judge?
I caused troubles myself
You rolled your eyes
Hesitated, feeling disgust
Not another one - I wrote
I write my heart to the crowd
For you to know me
Know I'm just a dead meat
Another experiment of God
To test my patience and tractability

By Arcassin Burnham

Unnecessary tragedies that happen to the world,
A daily dose for every little boy and girl,
Your catholic family don't support the swirl,
steal a chain and **** a guy but they dust your pearls,
In a teenage story its obvious to see,
a young girl could have a child unexpectedly,
the guys an ******* and wants to take a test,
but you know the child is yours so let it be,
Like the Beatles song singing to a cruel world,
Should be a daily dose for every boy and girl,
Instead you wanna stay in the house on the couch with your
phone waiting as the world turns,
Instead you wanna blame everyone for mistakes in life even
when the world burns,
selfish is selfish don't give it concern.

Writing poetry is like playing billards.

All points of "contact" have each diameter in seeking a pocket.

Poetry you are writing, of experience, and weaving it into a smart expression!

Too portray, your reality, with out need for a ticket.

Seats always full because, your the star only bright, and lovely with great behaviors and good commoditys.

Also some times a dense comedy.

Your always playing games with friends mostly monopoly.

Now you can play king because you met with geology.

As we where played, tunes praised by jesters and "overly psychology".