Piercing Eyes of Goldenrod.
Both bold and brilliant.
The calming center in a hurrricane
Of blue and white feathers.
A gaze which levels any ego,
That should find itself too
Important, in either size or space.
(Do you believe in omens?)
Rebirth is on the horizon,
Or so the star seekers say.
Change, the end of old ways, days.
(But I'd not think it)
The Universe likes to share whispers,
Of things to come or happenings of maybe.
There is no intent ill or otherwise,
Just the honest grievances of time.
As this God of Death, sits high upon
Stilts which bathe in still waters,
I see horror. I see despair. I see death.
That vision, those eyes, golden and
Sinister, but humble all the same.
While the winds sing of new life,
I hear the sorrowful hymns of death.
(Balance.)
There are many ways of knowing.
Magic both black and white.
Magic old as time, as new as a moment.
And if I should see the dark days ahead,
Count that a blessing, to see anything at all.

Trying to focus, I knocked my head.
My eyes tuned out of the radio, its signal out of signal.

The knobs of my brain couldn't keep up.
Take me slow, please.
I walk with twisting foot.
My shoulders banging the walls of my house.

I topple over.
My vision blurred.
The signals of my radio stirred....

Some say life is like a box of chocolates.
I say life is like a PUZZLE
You and I
Are the pieces
If one piece is missing the picture is incomplete
Making things(relationships,disappointments,let downs,set backs,loss) a little harder to solve
who would think
a piece so small
could make such a difference
Or a
IMPACT I SHOULD SAY
we need you
it is time to get into your position
To figure out what part you are or where you belong
GET THERE
because you matter
you are a piece to the puzzle.
NOW PLAY YOUR PART

You may not like what I have to say,

In my story so bitter sweet,

In a story filled with truth,

In a book with words of rage,

And a message of no regret.



You think it garbage?

You think it boring?

You see the idiot before you,

Prostrated for your pleasure,

To *****, point and disregard.

His words are nothing,

His talent nil.

Our values attacked?

Our beliefs questioned?

Our society ridiculed?

Spoiled is this monstrosity,

No human can they be,

No faith have they!

In what must I believe?

In an insincere smile?

In a culture of hypocrisy?

A society fueled by bigotry and hate?

A people driven by conformity and violence?



This is not my people!

This is not my society!

This is not my world!

I live,

I adapt,

I observe,

But never will accept.



An outsider here,

An outsider there,

Branded,

Labeled,

Classed,

Divided.

I stand alone,

Alone I make my stand.

Hate me if you must,

Attack me if you must,

Insult me if you must.

  Poke the beast,

I dare you kindly,

I await you dearly.

No story is there here,

No goodness in this heart,

No plainness in this speech,

Not like the others we have read,

So different I like it not.



And good and evil?

Where are they?

Insulted you may be,

By what I have to say?

Read not past this page.

Intrigued you might be,

By what I have to say?

Read not expecting much.



I have waited so long,

For a kind word,

That never came.

I have waited too long,

For a world,

That will never be.

Forgiveness I offer none,

Too often has it come undone.

Together we shall perish,

Together we shall rot,

Together we shall be,

For eternity.