Child covered in
animated **** brought
up by the creators tongue,
buried down through growth
by hands that feed,
her self confidence
is a rose under
suffocating weeds,
crawling their way
up her arms,
misfortune is a
pernicious gift;
not being able to
choose family,
she’s owned at
seventeen,
striving for an
evergreen family tree,
but stuck under a willow,
with only a pillow
to gather rain,
her clean water
only comes from the pain
that the wind brings in,
blowing palms painting
imperfect skin,
she’s a tangible truth
but a verbal fiction,
telling stories of what
she wished happened,
but for now
she’s a
product of
forenoon resentment,
with endless time spent
under the willow tree
watching the leaves
trickle their way through
the sands of time,
until she turns eighteen,
counting sheep,
and at only seventeen
she's too sore to sleep

The problem
With
Poli-
Tricks-
They mention every
"God"
But the only
God-
And they wonder
Why their lost in
Misery-
Ashamed
In darkness
Falls- evolution
In schools
Meaning no
(Morals)
Their standards
Are that
man's a
Monkey, using
Euthenics( reviving ******) in their
Man-made
Mural's.
Eat your cereal
Live life as if we have the
B
L
I
N
D
E
R
S
   ON-
Though my eye's are
Uncorrupted ( not seeing through misty nighttime glasses)
Breaking to the other
Side
Of the
Fog-


    Science correlates with dios
And dios with science-

Yet popular belief
Is a tool
Of diablo's
Machine.

Reaching into the dome
Of the great
City-

Where America
Is astray
With the globe
In the horned one's
Mean's.

Has the man who said
There is no
God
Just walked out into nature-

To see the spectacular
Creation
On a universal
Scale?

Yet their bucket's of
Disbelief have been
Shown beneathe the
Veil
Where the impious
Are stale
And their
aspiration
Is
None!

Towards herself she was ambivalent
Because of this around others she chose to be reticent

She was feeling lament
However to hide it she kept her face as bland as cement

Evrery body looked at her and expected her to be serene and decent

Just Kidding
i'm good
we're cool
the blood's from
A dollar store
lets get drinks.

Sometimes I think I am wasting life.
For I am too content sitting on the couch
and watching shows that make me happy.

My father regales me with tales of his childhood,
how he had to place his feet in a bucket of ice water,
just to stay awake.

My mother does not tell tales of her childhood,
but predictions after mine.
And with a voice as firm and a bond of twins,
she says ‘you will remember’.

And it scares me.
For I do not hear ‘remember’,
but regret.
And suddenly,
my past-times become my prison.

My head starts filling with questions,
every little thing psychoanalysed,
because I do want any regrets.

The show with the hero who always saves the day.
The police woman who always does what is right.
The music that always pulls me off the edge.

Gone.
Gone.
Gone.

I shall be a doctor, not a dreamer.
An accountant, not an actor.
A diplomat, not a dancer.

Part of the left wing majority.

Not a life wasting art major.

Now everyday I learn such things,
   as hard times come to stay;
I watch to see who stand by me,
   and those who walk away!

Although we've seen some tough times now,
   as each one's come and gone;
I realized this, you've always been,
   beside me all along!

Oh yes, you've seen both sides of me,
   the good side and the bad;
You've held me when life strikes me down,
   when broken heart and sad!

I know you've seen life push me 'round,
   at times down to the ground;
Yet as you reached your hand to me,
   such strength in you I found!

You've shown me love all through my life,
   you've stood so strong and bold;
You never left me once in life,
   you're always there to hold!

I'll try to return this love to you,
   you've shown me everyday;
I've seen the best example now,
   to love in such a way!

If someone asks, I'll tell 'em quick,
   your love has seen me through;
I've never known what true love was,
   until my heart found you!

I came down to make brunch,
Early on
In the afternoon.
I cracked the eggs
And lit the stove,
My dog limped up beside me.
A three legged beast of
Enormous size
Humbled by
The lack of limbs.
I fried the bacon,
But threw no scraps,
Though I was her support.