Lines and squiggles
On a blank page
Nothing more but
Swirls and sticks

Vibrations and growls
Produced by the larynx
Nothing but air
Yet sound we can control

Words and words, sounds and sheets
What is words? Is words a thing?
How can words be so small?
Yet can be a last tear
Or the saving grace

Words are words, or are they? Words are what is, what is are words?

Whats we love turns to hate
This is the human races fate
For why we love we lock away
Forbid it from seeing night and day
And when our love rebels and screams
We pretend to be asleep and dream
And weapons they inspire us
To create
To destroy rides
On our loves hate

False facade hidden
A gentlemanly act houses
Killer instinct

It teases
Luring its prey
Little do they know
Behind the polished shoes and shined shoes
Lies a mastermind
Clever in lies
Perfect in deception

Not even a scream
Can be uttered
Before his job is done

Darling you’ve waited too long
Darling you’ve fell
For a mystery man

Charmed and enchanted you’d never know
The malicious intentions
Hidden behind amused iris’

Swoon into his hold
Vulnerable
Letting him strike

You scream

And now darling
You’re donned in red
Sorry sweetie looks like you’re dead

You never listened
To warnings or concerns
All because you wanted

Adventure
Rush
Thrill

All because
You wanted
A dangerous man

And darling now
You’re six feet under

Because you lusted for a dangerous man.

I hate giving pity
It never solved anything
Pity is another word
For looking down upon someone

You do not need pity
Nor do you need to heed
The expactations of society

Though the need to be accepted
Eats away at you
You didn't have to look far

A shadow is what you need
Someone who will be with you
And comfort you
Whenever life gets hard

A shadow shows no pity
Nor will it ever reject someone
A shadow happily follows
And is guarenteed to be there

Although it is hard
To be a perfect shadow
Can this person
In front of you
Be a shadow for you?

Keepers eyes
Shrouded in
Disguise
Sorrow for
Soul lost

Hey,
Ya'mind
Just wiring right?

How easily done
applying words
to situations
not your own

easier yet is it to
fake sympathy with words
so when writing for others
let them see
that what's written it genuinely/

At twelve it was a small group
Easy to keep an eye on
And most were capable of thinking for themselves
All I really had to do was comfort them when they cried
Break up fights.
Little plauground stuff
At fifteen there were children
None actually ours
But I loved them the same
And treated them like the others
At sixteen two sisters
Two pairs of them actually
The younger pair, difficult, but loveable
The elder pair easier
Playing with my brother
While the younger was laughing
As father jokingly called her
Ms."waaaa"
At sixteen they came back
Now thee was four
The baby who used to cry
When someone other then auntie and I held her was all grown up
Running around, talking
Giving me a headache
Still I love them all the same
At seventeen one of four
Leaves in maybe a dream haze
Worrying mother, auntie and myself
Wondering if still he missed those who didn't want him.
At seventeen I'm jokingly called mom
With a"daughter" starting college
Another in high school
But both uncertain
At seventeen
Scolding when needed
But still trying to understand
Wanting both sides
Because I know what its like
I'm still young enough to know
What its like to be ignored by elders
And at seventeen
Looking at all my kids
Ever increasing
Ever being a thorn in my side
And still these kids
Are still mine
So long as they see me
As someone who protects
Once under my care
They are my kids.

Dancing gracefully
In the mantel
Smoldering wood
Gives rise to dancers

Wraiths

Writhing and twisting
Steps crackling
And beauty fades
To ashes on the ground.

Between snore
A soft melody
Makes you forget
Mother not home

And though I may
Be annoyed at my task
To hear those snores
Mixed with tinkling chimes
Makes rewinding the key
Repeatedly
Worth it.

Peeking through the windows of the train car
rucksack balanced on shoulders
Idly contemplating where to next
a vagabond can land for quick respites
scanning surroundings inhales of clouds
and exhales of shadows surrounding memories
and treasure chests wrapped tightly in cloth
buried under a tree
the key
drifting down the river
waiting nestled between stones
and uncapped inkwell and blank page
rapid rivers reaching
but unable to send them back
trying to pin down and address
on open roads and sketchy motels
the fine makes feet continue to run
continue to walk
with few stops
dizzying hourglasses
and hands chime grandfather clocks
left behind with scarlet trails
here to chase but them to leave
home

Three times in the hospital
sitting near the window
ds screen illuminating
distraction
years going by
and the rising anxiety
that very soon the end
feeling too grown
at the same too young
being a mom
and a grand-daughter
a sister and a housekeeper
riding in an ambulance 10am
playing translator
stupid scale pain system
empty stomach
awkwardly standing aside
she's all that's left
others are working
stuck at home afraid to go out
scheduled medications glued to memory
and panic when forgotten
and still too childish
but no longer a child
pre-mourning pushed aside
cause shes still here
still guilt
worry
knawing
shut up
shes still here
shes still here
shes still here

Speech robbed
Atrocities beyond understanding
****** you
pitiful fool
for digging your own pitfall
but alas
Only God plays fates hand
the ultimate judge on conscience and compassion
human nature traded in
for the devils branded mask
messengers of demons
eternal flames await
imbeciles wasting life before it starts
just to feed the darkness
residing within
stand before the judge
though no name is without sin
the difference lies
in the ability to feel guilt
not even the fires of hell
can burn the deeds on your hands
innocent blood
you ******* monster

Heavy eyelids
Flutter and stutter
Struggling to remain
In a state of consciousness

But how can one resist
The tempting silence
As it beckons
To pillows and blanket fortresses

Where stuffed animals of youth await
And remind
Take care
Take care
Go to sleep precious darling

Come one come all to the twenties again!
Where plagues abound and fears resound
but with few on the mend
of course  discounting those who shun saying scam
and would much rather the poor proletariat slave away
like an automaton
and even those are prone to fraying
To those poor souls left to suffer for corporations care
and those necasssry deaths as eugenics rears again

Come thee to the future! The hopes of many-body dashed
and trampled beneath powers unweilding unfeeling
of filled morgues and overworked doctors and nurses and workers
and children fearing for the safety of their parents escaping to virtual reality
and piles of homework forgotten along with the assignments due dates.
And yet only a few stops away
communities denied aid
and those in the towers build bridges with the bodies deemed unneeded

Observe ye the Biblical event predicted in the sacred texts
foretold of hiding inside homes both for fear and to flatten the curve
and mounting anxiety anger frustration nations scrambling unprepared

come one come all
all ye behold
the twenties are back and history makes yet another round.

It's been some years now
And still
You got room to grow
Got a rythm and your own beat
Slowly starting to navigate through
The turbulant tussles and winding winds
Whipping everything about
Deep breath
Calm now
The journeys just begun

Head down, mouth shut
told not to start up
and stir the *** the kettle cool
Don't act up like a fool

when atrocities come to stay
and still no words permitted to say
then actions come to overthrow
the blindfolded regulating what to know

And in the peace when violence reigns
and monsters shed their human remains
underneath our bubbling skin
we attack all of their sin

For when in the temple merchants set
our dear Lord Jesus quite upset
and raged against with braided whip
a love so strong it can't be chipped

fight then with songs, hymn sand a holy fire
and expose the devils inner desire
laid not in the poor, the oppressed, the downtrodden
but those who feast and harvest the souls of the forgotten

At 16 full of rightous fury
A flurry
Of words hastily written
Hidden phone under desks
Words spill from the chest
Let the day end
Long for rest

17 responsibilities abound
Astounding
how so little yet much, too much
A  growing
moutain
Of thoughts and anxious regrets
Begets questions and more questions
Answers
bereft

18, 19, 20 s
run in a blur
Uncurl
from the fetal postition
Transitonal
Period global pandemic
Panic, manic, static
Nother round-wait hold one
******!