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SoZaka Mar 2018
Mom I love you but you're making things tough
the other boys at school are kinda treating me rough
they see me rollin like a ball of dough
running for the hills, hungry and slow

mom I know you're trying now
and you think its cool, somehow

but i'm slowly dyin and thinking of quittin school
I've never had so many friends
I didn't need

you're so sugar sweet
its making me bleed

i've got a wealth of problems bundled in my lap
two snicker doodles my  gingersnap
my life is in peril and i'm in a crunch
cause I'm the kid with cookies for lunch
allegory for coming of age and trying to make friends when being a weird kid is hard enough and a mothers love of course
whatever floats yer boat
paint a picture
sing a song
even write a note
just get out
and tell yer story
whatever floats yer boat

the message
is important
you could paint
it on a goat
just get out
and tell yer story
whatever floats yer boat

a writer sings
a painter paints
an author uses words
it's no good
unless the message
isn't seen or heard

keeping thoughts as secret
isn't good and here is why
because sharing brings them life
and otherwise they'll die

write a letter
do a play
or even bake a cake
the message
it is important
who cares what form it takes

say it loud
or scream it
even put it in a song
opinions
are for sharing
even if they're wrong

a writer sings
a painter paints
an author uses words
it's no good
unless the message
isn't seen or heard

keeping thoughts as secret
isn't good and here is why
because sharing brings them life
and otherwise they'll die

paint a picture
sing a song
even write a note
just get out
and tell yer story
whatever floats yer boat
SoZaka Mar 2018
may every hurt be healed
with loving intent, and positivity
in my heart hope springs eternal,
our equinox comes at this time of year

one deep breath from finding balance
and on to better days
we have all this air to breathe
yet, anxiously we hold our breath
unwilling to believe
SoZaka Mar 2018
down in the depths
grimly it glows
amidst weeping willows
and a pond of minnows
love dimmed by sorrow and time apart

eternally it glows
amidst weeping willows
and time lost in thought
a dream I've yet to catch
amongst all the
minnows I've caught
.
SoZaka Mar 2018
color coded for your convenience
every known shade of
red blood red
bobble head babies with serpent tongues
buyer beware they'll make you come undone

paper hearts with the pins pushed in
it hurts like hell without respite
you've got that good voodoo that
one can't just pray away
and I got a bad feeling
it's going to stay that way
SoZaka Mar 2018
I was born deep underground
the only way out was through
whispers of sweet nothings helped keep me steady and true
like a sour emerald my past has now grown into my future
leaving me rich with wisdom
known by so precious few
Life lessons are gems to cherish no matter how difficult
SoZaka Mar 2018
baby goat
tiptoes on a teeter totter
finding balance is a heavy burden
keeping her on her own

little lion
sleeps soundly at a Sunday sermon
waking early is quite a chore
so he dreams his life away

she bounds past as his service lets out
light as a feather and free of doubt

he awakens to find her sleeping
and wonders what she could be dreaming about
SoZaka Mar 2018
the hardest days
by defenition
do not involve love and affection
yet every time I see you
Cee Cee
my sun sets in a different direction
if it sets at all

wide eyed like a child all your light shines through and wakes me from a never ending dream

one day Cee Cee you will know
I am a part of you and
you are a part of me too
SoZaka Mar 2018
I barely hope to convey this feeling
perhaps it is
floating through a starfield free wheeling
or
a dwarf who hit his head on the ceiling
for
every memory i've saved for safe keeping
a flower blossom remained sleeping
leaving nothing left of yesterday's forest save willows weeping and wailing
waiting for the hourglass to slow

though as far as I remember
on the last day of December
everything was for the better
in an infinite number of ways
by living a life
full of New Years days
SoZaka Mar 2018
pushed upon my back
helpless as a beetle off his feet
  swept away by forces too powerful to resist

through streams
formed rivers
  carved canyons
an eternity I've struggled to breathe

difficult is this gift that keeps me from the crows
though lovely to be alive to feel the strain

through streams
of consciousness
which formed rivers
and carved canyons
 I grew courage and sailed briskly through
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