I bleed through words,
From the cuts given by the society.

I want to escape and fly like birds,
With a hope, it all ends my agony.

Every poet has a dream
To have the words they’ve written seen
To know that someone far away
Understood what they had to say
Their emotions shared, they bare their soul
As that’s the way they rock n roll
So, take some time and read an ode
It may well help you down the road
You’ll never know unless you try
To cast a verse before your eye
Some hope or comfort you may glean
By just fulfilling a poets dream

Treasure of dreams
Vision of refreshing streams
More than silver and gold
At least that is what I was told
Unlock the goodness being virtues
It’s not just the treasure chest
Vintage behind representing the crest
The pioneers of essence
The shine outlining the sequence
Time through the years
Unlock, again in what could be a surprise
Fortune of wealth
Wills arranged during pain from poor health
Value within monetary
Fame at the moment
Vault that has revealed the quality
The heart that was filled with solidarity

The knots know no reason
They come and go
Loosened or tightened
At will or not
They know no reason
For their being
And existence
Depends

We could think about it
and then we could think
on it,
think our way around it
and then forget it,

thinking never did doing any good at all
when doing good is more than
about thinking about doing it,

I'm losing it.

heading towards the fourth dementia
that comes later than the third dimension
which is probably two weeks after I get
my old age pension,

life's a twitch and then you forget.