You've held my heart in your hands
.. many times ..
and yet you've never known it
But you're like that you know
.. because ..
You treat a person's heart
better than an heirloom
Not 'handle with care'
but .. stroke gently with caring ...

Is there a substance
that as a result of continually applied force
becomes so hardened
so as to become no longer malleable..?
immovable..?

Lately i am feeling
much like that substance

Becoming tired of being forced
for no good point
Becoming weary of being pushed
into a grotesque shape
not of my choosing
Toward directions
i care not to go in

And you can find this stuf anywhere
it's everywhere
Leftover human ****
over-hammered
beat down by the establishment

You might call it
white trash metal
Or inner city old grey steel
50 gallon drum fireplace
ghetto hubcap with no wheel

Left with worth
less than a tin cup
Used humanity
used up

Beware waste artisans
it's waste recycle time
it's become too late
the purged waste you've created
Returns and rises from the ashes
to make you suffocated ...

You're like a gentle little rascal breeze
lightly tapping .. softly rapping ..
At the door to my heart ..

Soon .. i can bear it no longer
and i run to the door .. just a peek,
To see who or what it might be

But it's too late
because you've already
Gotten inside ...