A Breath of wind is wind itself,

should true and steady braided shelfs,

foraged fords from handsome lords,

prayed hopes & proper ropes,

could life and science meet the world beyond Biology?

"A home," it cried, "a home for me with trees and lakes and reverie."

I tried and cried for something else, elsewhere

I found a leaning shelf.

Should what was true and even hold nothing told or helpless here,

I cannot hide a place inside,

though I cannot say I really tried.

Why is the poetry section at the bookstore
So small?
We're the misfits of the artistic spectrum
Why do they leave such a small hole for us?
Out of all the five star hotels, we're the only only art form that got a one star instead
We're going to need an umbrella, it's going to rain soon
Not because it's symbolic, but because the humidity is high
There needs to be a change in the literary frontier
I'm going to trick or treat, but i don't need no costume
I'm coming as myself
Ready to break through the barricades
And increase the size of these poetry shelfs for the future to embrace
More dreams and more elation than ever thought of before.
We may be the minority now, but it can change for the future
Don't buy a different crystal ball on me just yet
We're the eighth place team that will contend for the playoff
Just watch the curtains come undone
And the kids run
For that golden dream.

We show the fatigue of Twelve hours
       of duty, to care for those that
Cant even breath without our care..

When we leave those that we wish
could survive till our next shift.

We go to grocery stores to find
             our next meal,
but shelfs stripped clean...

By those who don't need,
but horde more than there need,
                          for either greed or profit.
                                                      We weep,
for we are holding our hands out like Oliver!!

        Sir, Madam do you have anymore,
As we weep with empty stomachs..
      making do with the scraps left behind..

            "Sorry not till our next delivery,

                             But ill be at work then..
A tear drops lonely down a cheek.  

             Yes I've seen eBay, or online selling sites...

They make me sick to my heart,
        to think I may have to save these gluttons
on an empty stomach.

But I don't judge
              I just drop a tear for those I lost the
night before.

I tried,
               they tried
              but this venom, sinks in fast..

I wear the scars on my face, the masks digging in,
                   the cracked skin that I don't have time
to moisturise as I know its been a twelve hour shift.

                                                       I only sleep a few,
     my moments of peace and tranquillity woken
early...
        My beeper goes off, were on call..

At least I got more than most,
           I give myself a two minute stretch,
  
and a wake up call, then I'm in fresh gear,
          sanitise my hands, and put gloves on.

I'm fearful of this virus, as many have fell like
warriors on the battle field, now breathing through
                                masks of life and death.

But my vow of care is strong and I shake off
              this fear, and walk into the ward a warrior
of positively.

"I will care for the fallen,
           I will hold a fearful hand,

never will I let anyone go.

But I'm only one in a sea of many.

If I can keep on breathing till they have strength

             its a win..

Mixtape coming prolly sooner then expected
Just like me! But far more passion is invested
Into these nourished flourishing musicals channeling beauty
I know one day you'll see the shine no matter how you view me
You can hide inside & draw the blinds; ignore me, or adore me.
Story goes, the fire stays alive, throughout the winds it's soaring.
I am burning and i'm flying now, you'll hear me crying out
"My love is unconditional, come join me in this flying bout!"
Please come flow and fly around, melting the tempting forces
That are always shrieking "DON'T YOU DARE GO IN THAT AIR! THIS CHAIR IS HOME, *****!"
Traveling the speed of flight, no motors, cells, seatbelts, or doors.
You'll start to wonder why they never thought of shaking feet from floors
Or you could say "No thanks, I'm busy, I got all my medicine."
Ok... Just know i'll always be around to give your head a spin c;
Direction with a mending twist, I wanna see you free as ****
A lion cub, a rising sun, the shackles falling from your tongue
I'll never win, I'm loser loser, still I channel breath & depth,
So if you wish, the floor is yours, keep following the steps,
I and all who fly will soar so far beyond our deaths.
We're always getting better,
Till the sun gobbles the shelfs.
We crack a laugh back at the past,
Glad we made it past ourselves.

Scattered Thought.
Coming soon.

I loved you so
White as the swan
In purest snow

O white love
I will hover high
Let me sail above

I loved you true
Real as sky, oak on hill
Dancing in blue

O white love
Sing me eternal
In healing flame

I lost my one self
In the narrow straights
Sea depths, outer shelfs

O white love
I remember our face
Prideful without name

I wanted to wake
But was drowned in dream
A daymare you would nae break

Feelings of love enter
A heart filled with despair.
Words bounce within my center
Darkness now turning quite fair.

My days now filled with splendor,
I keep them not just to myself.
To love you is of valor,
Pulled down old feelings from shelfs.

Blow dust off a rusted heart,
With you my love had begun.
I believe we'd never part,
We, a loving web, have spun.

You are said to be precious.
Precious mind,
I manged to see by myself.
Beauty that struck so Hard
To leave one unconscious.

The one that tells a story,
A story you can never find in the shelfs
The girl is so Beautiful
Beauty strong enough,
To change egypt's pyramid
Into a prism.

Powerful enough to make a guy
Cry who spent ages in prison.
The beauty that can take you
From a jungle to an open space.
The one when lost,
Can never be traced.

The one to put the meatball
Within your ribcage.
Straight into the Rabbit race.

The one you gaze upon,
And see your whole world.
I'm a man, and she's better than
Just a girl.
She's a woman, and she's beautiful

They told me you owed this to the powers that be
I told them when you paid it you deserve to be free
They told me that you owed this to the powers that be
To the powers that be
To the powers that be

Set the stage for the odyssey
A story paved in blood
Raining from the crimson sky
On your path to true love

And I could never be without you
I could never be without your smile
All the things you did
Every breathe you take
I want to see you shining brighter

Let me tell you that it's easy to work this out
And you'll belive me cause you're starting to swim in doubt
I'll dam the ocean just to tell you that we're in a drought
I'll make this easy cause you're too hard to live without

Just another take, of a mansion
I'll make a house filled with golden intentions
Just another take, of a mansion
I'll make a house filled with golden intentions

Dripping from my tongue are the words of good intention but please just don't mention the startling fences appear as your walking you thought you were free but the price that you paid was to be part of me and I'm shattered to pieces but I'll rebuild myself and then you'll find your place among one of my shelfs and all wrapped in blue is the hint of respect cause I dabble in dark things I cannot forget

The things that you owed have you paid your respects and your debts cause I'm watching the rift in your chest derilict your hearts hungry your eating yourself from the inside.

Did God sit on these giant shale shelfs
Lining a gently flowing creek
Did God sit where I am
Feet dangling in the air
Barely touching the seemingly smooth surface
Did he know
That the creek is flowing fast
That's its just glass on the surface
Is that why God modeled life like that?
Giving the impression that everything is okay
While underneath you are always screaming at yourself
Did God sit here
And ask why his life is at the point it was?
Did he break off some rocks
And throw them
Just to smash the soft rock
Just to know he can change something
That he is important
He has some sort of power
Or did God casually sit here
Chewing on plant seeds
Knowing that even if he doesn't know
Everything that is going to happen
He can still get up tomorrow and face it

Alone they are
Alone thy is
But only to your eyes
For they are not sobbing
They are happy cries
You see they have no people
Bowing at their feet
That's because their fans are ones you'll never meet
They listen to their hearts
Not their phone home screens
They don't whisper opinions
No those they like to scream
They do not stay quiet underneath the fog
But they scream out their thoughts all day long
These people that we criticize for being their own self
Are just different books
On opposite shelfs

They told me you owed this to the powers that be
I told them when you paid it you deserve to be free
They told me that you owed this to the powers that be
To the powers that be
To the powers that be

Set the stage for the odyssey
A story paved in blood
Raining from the crimson sky
On your path to true love

And I could never be without you
I could never be without your smile
All the things you did
Every breathe you take
I want to see you shining brighter

Let me tell you that it's easy to work this out
And you'll belive me cause you're starting to swim in doubt
I'll dam the ocean just to tell you that we're in a drought
I'll make this easy cause you're too hard to live without

Just another take, of a mansion
I'll make a house filled with golden intentions
Just another take, of a mansion
I'll make a house filled with golden intentions

Dripping from my tongue are the words of good intention but please just don't mention the startling fences appear as your walking you thought you were free but the price that you paid was to be part of me and I'm shattered to pieces but I'll rebuild myself and then you'll find your place among one of my shelfs and all wrapped in blue is the hint of respect cause I dabble in dark things I cannot forget

The things that you owed have you paid your respects and your debts cause I'm watching the rift in your chest derilict your hearts hungry your eating yourself from the inside.

look what free speech has done,
over 100,000,000 books written,
laying in shelfs of thrift shops,
given away for free,
since 99,999,637 are not worth reading,
to be honest,
I blame parents, and teachers, but most of all,
the wannabe bohemians,
with their designer clothes and artisan beer,
giving applause for friends,
who just published their debut work