I told her to leave.
I am miserable .
Wont be able to give you anything.
But she stayed...
Now I am more miserable.

The beauty of life
The ugly of life on planet Earth...
All in the name of expansion.
The purpose to realign consciousness
to tip scales
and let happy be on both sides.

Dear revolving doors
Like so many before
I could go
  Leave this sight...
Hell, I turn it off
Every night...
I can't support us
The way HP need be
Don't get me wrong
I can almost
   Take care of me...
  Of course that is....
As long as I have
My Poetry!