Some win awards.
Some win recognition.
Then some barely recognized for their effort and time.

Some hardly ever late.
Some dedicated more than many bosses.
Who take it upon themselves to take multiple vacation?

The good employee that others measure themselves by.
Rain,sleet or show , you're most likely see them at work.

Some takes pride just in working to accomplish an agenda.
They probably wouldn't strike even, if in a union.
Some has came in present time to regret being a members.
When they don't see any accomplishable gains from their leaders.

Good employees, don't fake an excuse to miss work.
Good employees, know all jobs depends upon a team.
A mission is set to be met.

Those that mainly complains has minor points.
Which soon becomes a distraction in the level of work.
Oh, good employees has complaints too.
In reality, we all do to some degree.

Except, good employees all companies need.
They make the weakest link becomes a member of a strong team.

They say the mind bends to deal with the challenges one faces in life...
In this case my mind and cxck were bent to her.. although I knew she was someone's wife
It was deeper than a soul connection. Something darker not pure
Was it love?.... Lust?.. I just wasn't sure
It went deep and strong resonating within. I lost all control just seeing him
I guess I should tell you about her... She's a nurse at the home I'm RELAXING IN! She's always very kind to me... I'm not sure where to begin... I remember when we met.. it was like yesterday
It was a warm summer's evening... And into my room she swayed
I came walking in and there he was. Sitting to the side with demons behind his eyes. It all started there this inexplicable feeling. The sight of his green hair sent my heart reeling.
I laughed at this slender nurse.. blonde hair just as I always cared for
"They say your first time you never forget I'll make it memorable, are you familiar with my lore?"
His laugh, oh his laugh it drew me in closer. He enticed me, he lured me as he wove his sweet tale.

I told her one of my many stories
I can't really remember my past
But Lord how she drew me in with that enticing figure behind the class

His past was confusing twisted and dark. But we all have our secrets that with we cannot part. It was insanity with lust that took over just then. When I asked him to stay AMD let him within.
I looked in surprise "Arent you not supposed to interact with the inmates?"
"Yes but no" I said in reply. "There is something about you I cannot deny."
Turning on the old charm I replied "Well we do have some more time together... Let's explore our twisted minds!"
There we stayed together breaking the rules. We laughed in hysteria like two crazy fools.
I laughed and for the first time I was sad leaving therapy


What we had shared was in rarity. Being without him ripped me of clarity. I hatched a wicked plan my win twisted fantasy
It's a crazy ambition by crazy minds...
But an accomplishable one I'm sure you'll find
I was transferred to solitary after a situation in the lunch room
I just carved a guys eyes out, was that really worth putting me in a padded room?
When I walked into therapy he wasn't insight .
That's when Iearned of his terrible plight. Madness and hysteria came from within. This couldn't be happening no not to him.
I searched and I searched but he couldn't be found. But I heard the most beautiful sound. His manical laugh shook the walls. It's reverberation carried me down the halls.
She walked into the room and saw me in my strait jacket
Her body so clean.. ugh I just had to have it
I was already crazy before I met this girl
Now this... This was twisting my world
This girl, so calm, yet confident in her approach
Clearly figured me out quicker than most
I don't remember my past but I knew she'd be in my future
Right here And now, I had to make love to her
Somehow, some way she got what I was getting at,
She helped me out of my cloth prison, the filthy straitjacket
After getting out of my jacket I walked over and kicked the door
After taking off our clothes I pinned her to the floor
"Now I know your a doctor but I have my own medicine to prescribe"
"Oh please Mr J! Take me like a bride!"
So I ****** a nurse in the padded cell wing
 And she broke me out of the asylum from within
"What's your name dear nurse?"
"Call me.. Harley Quinn!"

This is the broken face of an undying push for perfection
While painting my masterpiece I edited it to death
The canvas has weakened with too many strokes of the brush
Yet I obsessively push on, fixing too much
Just one small detail there
Now the brush pushes through with each stroke
Yet I push on
I will push until there is nothing
What does this yield
I toil aimlessly toward a preconceived, self-imposed, fictitious perfection
WAKE UP!
Where is the end goal here, I’ve lost the purpose but still aim towards the goal
The goal that isn’t accomplishable
The goal that’s impossible accomplishment would yield nothing
To no one
This is masochism at its most refined
This is self-induced torture via highs and lows of pointlessness and hope
I am an empty house
My occupants shipped out long ago
In a frantic scramble to regain purpose
Or at least to regain support for failures
Someone to repair the leaks and creaks

But the reality sets in
The occupants aren’t coming back from vacation
I will exist, empty
Until these walls cave
No one will forever conduct upkeep
No, and the foundations already cracking
The paint is already chipping
This house will collapse
And be scavenged to build other constructs
And that will be the end

At this rate my masterpiece will be a tattered, frayed, unrecognizable canvas.
With nothing to offset this obsession I show no signs of letting up
I will drive into the ground until the wiring or the frame gives way

My grievance clearly
An accomplishable item
On your to-do list

Forever is a long time
So it is with much thought and borrowed grace
That I realize what I ask you to say yes to
Say yes to

Where would I go?
At the age of 19, still bright and shiny
Living in a building by the great lake-sea
Where would you go?

Although I think now I do see
Back in time, down, down, down, fall
The very bottom was a lonely pit
I'd rather never return to at all

Back to after, much later than before
I ask you that question, the one you have been preparing for
With a kneel and a quiet smile, I beam
A reaching hand into my pocket
I aim to retrieve a small little gem, I aim to make you gleam

Sitting in today, I can only dream
Of a day far, but close
One, where we can both realize that fantastically accomplishable dream
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Last day of 2019

To fill-up on pre-twenties thrills and dump old regrets before the etch-a-sketch of your life is shaken clear once more

What might be last chances to indulge the whims of the former version of yourself

And what might be impossible this year will become an accomplishable goal with the flipping of the calender

Have been counting down this moment for the last 24 hours and finally midnight is here