I can’t think
Marietta wine
Ran over a killer

Now the town has to deal

Love to drink
Marietta wine

Halloween night we had silence
Killer dead, killer dead, killer dead
Now hear them drummin, hear them coming, yelling, laughter, disaster, sigh

Marietta wine

France, big apple tini’s and in New York
Don’t **** the killer
Filters of silence of sort
Happier they were and doing fine

Marietta wine

Now I have to face the real

Drum drum drum bang bang bang
Screams, yells, yells, screams yells

I can remember your face. The sun shining bright and your smile.

I wanted to hold you and hug you like we once before

You are gone now and miss you much
We had beautiful times and it’s been a while

Remembering your beautiful smile and I lost you again once more

Dreamed about my favorite flip flops
They were jelly and sparkly with gold
Then I lost them
All of a sudden glass shattered everywhere
Picking pieces of glass out of me
All there at the big humongous thrift store
Looking for a refrigerator
But one was gross
Still looking everywhere for my jelly’s
Then some how ended up in a inside
Water slide park
Did get stuck and under water
Where where were my jelly’s

My destiny is greater than ever. I was supposed to have my children and do the best that I can to make sure their destiny is greater than mine.

When you’re up and down, alcohol is there
Holidays, celebrations and birthdays
Bad days, sad days and stressful days
Alcohol is there any day and everyday
When it becomes too much is where trouble begins and feelings as such
Regression and depression
Feelings go back to succession
Alcohol because it’s one for all

The cat don’t lie
Those that do blow in the wind
Lions know the truth
Watch how the dicots fly
Liars can’t blend
As the wind sends them to the roof
Monocot seeds die alone
As the dicots stand strong alive

Pay me because I will tell them what you want them to hear. I’m surreptitious and very fast. My message from you to them will always last. Why you ask?  Experience surpass because people are vacuous, still listening to cretinous bovines, while taking their selfies. They think everything is fine. I’ll take your dime if negotiations are prime.  Always worked every time. Hell in the end it becomes mine. Here’s where you sign…..

I was bored
I self entertain myself

I didn’t need you

Now life has changed
You really became strange

I never listen and over talk

You are hiding truths
Can’t be honest with me or you

I am bored like I was in the beginning
Now I really don’t listen
Like how you said before

No community owes you
People don’t have your back. No community owes you that.
Only those that love you have your back. No people owe you that.
It’s all about you and the community that you live in that gives back. They still don’t owe you that and that’s a fact.

Woke up crying
I didn’t even know why
You had been gone
Feelings hit and they’re  wrong

Miss who you were
Or who you said you were

Goodbye to those days that you cherish
Sadden by the way it all happened
Listeners never follow and talkers
Always swallow

I found a secret
It was on the side of the road
Busted up and fixed to upload

Many secrets were handed back
Security checks must be had

All in your device
Security was just a joke
All in the hands of hacker the bloke

A man that is committed to turn a **** hole into a kingdom is much more attractive than a man that moves into a kingdom

Blood, sweat, tears into a **** hole is dedication

Changing, organizing, and decorating an established kingdom is indifference

A true man is a good builder
A good man would respect his creation

Any man can move into a building
A bad man would crumble the foundation

I don’t know how you feel
I don’t know how you think

Maybe I disagree
Maybe I already made up my mind

Do you know how I feel
Do you know my thoughts

Maybe you disagree
Maybe you had made up your mind

Fish bowls fish bowls

One day this fish was livin in her bowl
With mom and dad until the day that
It was time to leave the fish bowl


Then little girl grown out of the fish bowl
Started swimming into other bowls and
Much turf and rigid waters with surf
Landed a much bigger fish bowl

Till the day she needed her fishbowl

money does bring happiness until it runs out but the memories are priceless

Can’t control what ******* do
But I will speak my mind

Happiness is a whole, not a hole
It’s in your heart or mind

Memories don’t cost a thing until it runs
Blank, but money can’t buy more, priceless

I don’t know how to write it
So many great times you know
It’s where you lived it and experienced
Can’t write it
So much had happened
Good, bad, sad and fun times
Too many memories to remember
Emotions hasn’t all hit yet
Eventually they will

Just wondering if this could be a good movie idea:
After a recent terrible breakup, she goes through left over old external hard drives. Being computer illiterate, she also comes across a old Apple computer. Learning as she goes, she unravels many mysteries. Who was she actually living with? Who was she actually dating? The old Apple computer was the exes father who was Russian decent and came by boat during the war over to America. His son Mark is who she hooks up with. Being both from California and having met in North Carolina looks like a great match. After the break up she realizes she never knew much about mark who was very secretive about his upbringing. She finally gets to learn about computers, hard drives and electronics. One thing what’s the master password for the computer? The hints are Valérian and original. Going through much, she becomes a nut over this trying to unlock something she knows nothing about.
Let me know what you think.
Thanks

I’ve been through a lot. Been told I could write a book. To be honest I couldn’t remember all that ****. One thing is I do remember what does stand out. I guess is to where the beginning happens and where it ends off.

I honestly don’t know where to begin. Not like you want to know me. Who the **** are you too?  You know what?  ******* too. Since we are well aquatinted now then maybe we do know each other.

How are you and how you been?  I’m great. Could be better but you know. **** happens all the time. Yea I heard about your **** too. That’s *****. Pretty ****** up man. I hear that **** all the time dude.

I guess you heard all my **** too?  Yeah. Pretty much. No one has nothing better to do but to post up garbage. I don’t really care though. Anyone who knows me would know better.

I don’t think I like people much. I feel like pulling my hair out. Terrible things happen all the time but you have to find a way through them. I’ve been ******* on, yelled and screamed at, cussed and ****** on.

Sometimes the **** was consensual. Hey what ever floats your boat. Not like I would judge you for any excursions. If it makes you happy and it’s legal nor lethal, go for it. Life really is short.

Turns out that I really don’t like writing and I get bored. I’m bored now. I don’t even want to high light or discuss what I said earlier. Not an Indian giver, just hate going through ****. Thoughts and detail do hurt.

Blah blah blah.  So don’t you ever ask yourself how in the hell did I end up here?  Is it just me or did we all just **** up?  There is always a reason why our lives ended up the way they did. I didn’t ******* put you there but maybe you came along for the ride. I rode along with plenty of strangers here and there.

Strangers are never quite as they seem. If anything they make up about 90 percent of our existence. I **** you not on that one. Your bestie or pal or whoever you are ******* or ******* right now only makes up one percent. Strangers is who we are and the most forgotten of all people in the world. You remember that cool *** party when you’re underage but don’t remember the driver? Maybe the supplier?  **** maybe that cashier that made it all possible even though they knew ****** better?

Either or you get it. You should because the people who you know are surround with haven’t always been on that life’s journey or ride with you. We tend to forget all the insignificant people that made our lives what they are now. We make our own choices but sometimes a commercial in between does tweak us and yes strangers do fit in between that.

Do you actually remember a great stranger experience?  Please let me know if you do. I have very many of them. Many pleasurable and many scary and down right wrong. What’s yours?

Disney and Sony
They are *****
Yelling and screaming mostly at Sony
But yet it is all part of the plan
Got to keep the bedroom demands

Spider-Man ain’t going no where
Disney and Sony’s secret love affair
Sony already signed with Venoms behind
Disney slurping all the ***** and creamin

Tom Holland is drunk with Tom Collins
Exciting you see, frustrating as it seems
Sony and Disney laughing all just because
Everyone is starting all the crazy fuss

Re-releases golden showers final hours
*** is better in front of others we together
Can’t ****** if it’s at the end game
Insane is the main part of the fame

It’s already been signed you see
The most fun is watching in ecstasy
We don’t give a **** what you say
It will all be announced this Labor Day

Because we work hard and stay hard
Didn’t come this far
So start the fire
Because we already **** tony McGuire

I left taking two American history classes in college with the outcome feeling like I should be ashamed of America.

The only time I’ve ever felt shamed of America is in the last few years starting in 2020.

America has had many choices to make since its beginning. There’s many choices that you have to make in everyday life, including hard and difficult choices even those that you don’t want to have to make but you have no choice.

If America was to burn down entirely and crumble to the ground and if it was left to many American survivors then barbaric choices would be back on the table just like the founders had to deal with.

Desperate times means desperate measures and everyone suffers.  Who’s going to volunteer to clean up the burnt ground and start building without compensation?  

I don’t believe America was already built when it started to buy people overseas to enslave them for work. I don’t believe America was very rich and wealthy when they had to make these horrible and desperate decisions.  

Without these difficult and terrible decisions then no one would had been freed.

No one was free without the difficult decisions with the choices that were made.

It’s so easy to pull out a gun
Instead to say what they had done

No one calls on a phone
Just texts and leaves it alone

Police are supposed to protect and save
Then all they do is shoot and **** Dave

But Dave was crazy anyways
Carrying nothing but candy everyday

Today everyone lost their minds
Overdoses and petty crimes

Sad thing people lost their souls
To the real criminals

We didn’t start the fire, it was lit
From some ******* that were legitimate

Before you start pulling out that gun
Remember where you came from

You were a daughter, mother, father, brother or son
That came from a family who loves dearly
Respect the father, mother and the Holy Ghost
In the end, that’s what matters the most
Sincerely

I dreamed you died
Hadn’t thought about you in a while
To me you had been gone
In reality I know you been alive

I’ll never understand, never will
All the lies and everything you said
Just unblocked you and to see that smile
Should had kept you blocked and be done

I dreamed you died
Small piece of my heart cares
Love for someone don’t go and disappear
You can make it happen so easy
Talk as everything is great, sharing pictures as nothing is wrong but that’s you and it’s ******

I dreamed you died
As a small inner child, I cried
I’ll never be the same ever again
The betrayal, arrogance, distance
Hope you found yourself and your wealth

You died in my dream but your death was in my life

Should we give up?  Actually should I give a **** anymore?  I bet a thousand ****** dollars you have thought the same ****. I really can’t tell you what the **** is wrong with people. I can tell you what the **** is wrong with me. I do go to a psychiatrist.  

Yea surprise surprise. I do wish many would go. It really isn’t what you think it is. My parents were like oh no nothing wrong with our sweet baby. Nothing wrong with us or what we did or our seed. They were full of **** just like everyone else. They should go too actually.

You can’t always win all. You can sure put up a big ******* fight. This ******* politics is exhausting and boring crap. You want to stand out?  Save your breathe and energy into something that you actually stand for. Not because of ******* or someone said. Who really gives a **** about what someone says?  

I really don’t give a **** about what someone says. Just because they said it?  Because they post it? Because they tweet?  Because they have several ****** up losers following them?  It’s all a ******* joke. Put your big girl or boys ******* in. Grow something if you have too and actually make a difference.
Not hard people but could be but bring it without exhaustion

Angry I am
Unpleasant so be

Crazy as me

Lightening bolts
Stings as a bee

Hate you do not
Wants you tumble and fall

As a tumbleweed
As free in the wind

Blowing like a bad seed

Angry you are
Justice was served

Crazy deserved

I’m unhappy and sad
But
Very happy and glad

Scared to see the end
But
Fight for every breath within

Surprise panic attacks
While trying to concentrate
And relax

Fighting everyday to live
I’m fighting everyday to live
Trying everyday to really live

I was there
Warm wind blowing in my hair

The window half down
And such beauty all around

Warm wind breeze
Such memories

Some made bad decisions
Some made good decisions
They were theirs to make

No revisions to make
No decisions a mistake

Some good, some bad
Many more to be had

Salutations salutations
Especially to those indecision’s
That end into evaluations

No decisions to make
No revisions a mistake

Wake up
Mr, Mrs, Ms., Miss, and non binary,

We are only so loud.
We only scream democratic because only to show you our power. We dislike Liberal Hippocrates and know the unjustly system.  You failed to see us as equal Conservatives.

Democracy doesn’t equal Democrat-sey.  Democracy should be conserved as conservancy to my nightly nightie.

Vote Caitlyn Jenner

I used to breathe,
I used to smile
I used to laugh
I used to cry
I used to feel
And I still remember but I was forgotten

Hope eventually dies
Even those with the same name will pass
Hope is good to hold onto
Unless she’s gone too

Hoping for something
are just wishes
Wishes are just hopes for
those with hope

Hope will live on
Even those newly born will live on
Hope is good to hold onto
Unless she does not want you to

Everything and everyone
That was good
Was taken away

Things are possessions
With memories of great impressions
Of the past before it was taken
Years of long learned lessons  

No person, not one can be replaced
Not a day goes by
Memories will replay and stay

They were good

I’m a liar
I’m a cheat
I’m a no good dead beat

Why don’t you just leave?
You say you hate me
Even wished I was dead

Your friends say I’m no good
That I’m just a user and a crackhead from the hood

Why don’t you just shut the hell up?
Just leave me be
Afraid to be alone?
And everyone says I’m the messed up
But it was always you
Don’t you see?

Everyone I love dies
Way to young
Please stay we us
I’ll die loving you❤️

For a little bit
I miss you
Then it takes
A little bit

Can’t forget you
Nor should I

Need to remember
Such poison
That made me sick
Always will remember

Nor should I
Can’t forget you

For a little bit
I miss you
Then it takes a little bit

Can’t forget you
Nor should I

Need to remember
Such poison
But try to

Nor should I

Incarcerated without a reason
Treated like a criminal
Forced to eat the inedible
All amongst those that are incriminable

Friends no way, give them a look to go away
One though I would associate with
No English, small petite

Criminated and associated
All for not guilty verdicts
But the officials want the innocent
That were charged and vindicated

I thought I knew you
But now you scare me

I don’t know where you came from
Only the basic information

Thought of us made so much sense
Now everything doesn’t make any at all

I understand now
I really don’t know much of you

Many years together
With the perfect stranger

Strangers are no good you see
Keep everything hidden inside
Locked down, sealed and tight

Try to unlock the latch and bleed
Much more hidden all behind
Map ends here, love seeks and hide

Fish bowls fish bowls

One day this fish was livin in her bowl
With mom and dad until the day that
It was time to leave the fish bowl


Then little girl grown out of the fish bowl
Started swimming into other bowls and
Much turf and rigid waters with surf
Landed a much bigger fish bowl

Till the day she needed her fishbowl

We are all on the Spectrum

Biology is the history of the making

Science is the educated guess of the present

Chemistry is the only Data that is relevant

Psychology is to blame

I got bored again or actually sleep deprived. Remember those times as a kid that it was cool to stay up late and never sleep?  No wonder as teenagers we all wanted to stay home and sleep. Actually the most sleepy people were teens of my age at that time. Today I would love to be sleepy. Even when I’m tired I can’t really sleep these days. Maybe it’s all the ******* we have to encounter on a daily basis. Funny how ****** up on how online stores try to sell you on their ******* miracle stress ads. Stress the number one killer being in their title. I’m like ***** really? Because ******* like this is the number one killer. Reading lies on a day to day basis does **** don’t you think?  Don’t get me tangled into that ******* political propaganda ******* that everyone is involved in. Because I really don’t give a ****. All that crapola is another way of killing you off early. I don’t care who said what and how either. ******* and screaming and having parties with balloons, pizza and ***** won’t solve anything. Stressing out over something is killing us all.  Not just us but it’s invading our tv shows, movies and sanity. ***** our expensive *** televisions, computers, and internet all together. Throwing all that money away when we could buy a bicycle or **** *** **** to wear as we walk as far as our legs will allow us to. The best experiences in life for me was getting the **** out of my house and enjoy the outdoors. Then again I did have a car reposed. So I really didn’t have a choice. But I’m glad that took that ugly *** car. Many of my best adult memories was walking and taking the city bus when available. I didn’t realize how much **** I was missing out on. Little stores or art pieces to beautiful scenery that was always there but was blind because I was behind a wheel with speeding ******* that love their horns or didn’t know how to drive to where I was put into a position to keep myself and any occupants with me alive. Maybe they need to sleep too.

Hadn’t been happy
But yet found happiness

Not happy
Who is anymore

Been there, done that
Did find happiness

Still not happy
Maybe it’s just me

I’ve been through a lot. Been told I could write a book. To be honest I couldn’t remember all that ****. One thing is I do remember what does stand out. I guess is to where the beginning happens and where it ends off.

I honestly don’t know where to begin. Not like you want to know me. Who the **** are you too?  You know what?  ******* too. Since we are well aquatinted now then maybe we do know each other.

How are you and how you been?  I’m great. Could be better but you know. **** happens all the time. Yea I heard about your **** too. That’s *****. Pretty ****** up man. I hear that **** all the time dude.

I guess you heard all my **** too?  Yeah. Pretty much. No one has nothing better to do but to post up garbage. I don’t really care though. Anyone who knows me would know better.

I don’t think I like people much. I feel like pulling my hair out. Terrible things happen all the time but you have to find a way through them. I’ve been ******* on, yelled and screamed at, cussed and ****** on.

Sometimes the **** was consensual. Hey what ever floats your boat. Not like I would judge you for any excursions. If it makes you happy and it’s legal nor lethal, go for it. Life really is short.

Turns out that I really don’t like writing and I get bored. I’m bored now. I don’t even want to high light or discuss what I said earlier. Not an Indian giver, just hate going through ****. Thoughts and detail do hurt.