misty rolls coasting
through the weeds and broken glass
the morning sun shines

There are always temptations
There are always routes to take.
There are always hurtful methods
There are always thoughts of hate.
There are always dark days and harsh nights.
But there are always those who cut the black curtain down
There are always those who help make it right.

a quiet thought comes
it does not scream but touches
i drink the silence

swirling twisting soul
trapped in a bottle it's mine
it stays evermore

He seemed like a nice enough fellow.
Tall, polite, and very mellow.
Mother said not to trust strangers
But really, how could he be dangerous?
I failed to see
The hunger in his eyes,
his desperate need.
He knew so much, and was so agreeable.
His desires were unbelievable.
I lost myself that day
And now I carry something that will never go away.

When we were young in school
We formed single file lines.
When we were young and cool
We sniffed single file lines.
Now I am old and gray
But I am content, even gay,
To behold your face
Creased with single file lines.

Stay silent
Never speak a word.
Stop crying
You're not really hurt.
I still love you
Child be still.
Don't bother me I have work to do
Your presence makes me ill.
I love you so much
You know I'm so good to you.
You use your tears as a crutch
I know your crying is nothing new.

Listen to me child, understand the work I do.
I provide everything for you!
Ungrateful child,
listen to me!
I scream and cut and touch because I love you.