The title reads "Petite Redhead"
Pity it is content
With filth

A record recycling junk
Strums together a jingle
Echoing its own hollow verse

Triggers and pins
Always seem to accompany
The gun

The grip is soft
Side rail cold and beautiful
Like an old bottle of ***

My mind is sporadic
Seeking any conclusion
Requiring nonsense to fill the gap

Deceitful fingers
Lingering
Ready for digging

Her body still warm
Acting as a proxy pillow
The compromise of comfort

White to red
Crimson stains not withheld
A result of the rolling tide

Wrath of blood
Brought to fruition
And supplementation

To feel nothing
Is blissful and pure
Welcoming to heaven

The taker of life
Listening to a Redhead
No realistic sounds beneath

So a seed planted
in winter
shall bear no fruit
Neither shall a bear
hibernate in spring.

There must be preparations
along with fruition or
supplementation.
Season's predestination.

After flower has blossomed
it's beauty finally discovered,
plucked from its roots
so snug, so secure.

Seasons change once,
and twice over.
Years to follow

Now stands a new
sprout, rearing it's neck.
Hopeful for tomorrow,
its future bright.

The new sprout turns
into a tree,
teaming with fruit.
All of these new beginnings
plenty of possibilities.

Brought along,
when one fruit
torn from it's branch
was planted in fertile
soil.

Alone
Once where a person with a disability sat
An accident caused the effect
Hardship and pain
One had to endure
Through courage in determination
Breakthrough was made
Inspiration through the whole ordeal
Realities were real
The person was a Role Model
Courage in revelation
The creation was one’s own response in supplementation
Intervention with a voice
Battle after Battle determined to survive
Beginning into the long road ahead
Encouragement taking flight
Morning into Night
Mission complete
Life lived to the fullest
One’s spirit got wings
Distinction being remembered
A Wheelchair sits alone in a corner
An image that once was is no longer there
Only a reminder in never forget

The successful use of cyanates in the control of sickle cell crisis has been indicated clinically and experimentally. Thiocyanate, an intermediate product of the metabolism of Vitamin B17 is thought to be the active component. The recommended daily supplementation of Vitamin B17 is 50 to 100 m.g. for small children and 250 to 500 m.g. per day for the adult sickler.

Is it to strive to be
Mr. Fitness,
to not be worthless
and work this
body into
some shape
that may inspire
some other dude
or attract
feminine views,
with workouts,
supplementation,
proper hydration,
and excellent nutrition?
Should I strive to be
Mr. Perfect?

Is it in the pursuit of
knowledge and wisdom,
constant reading
observing,
and listening
as I work to unravel
all that the world
has to offer,
whilst knowing
no matter what surface
I am showing
by growing such depth
there will still be
an infinity and eternity
of information
that eludes me?

Is it in the creation
of art
where I project
the heart
of all that I have seen
and felt
exposing my entire self
flaws and all
to the world
that does not
seem to care
one flit about
the **** I tout?

Is it in my relations,
how I interact,
how I treat
all whom I meet
striving to be kind
while I struggle to find
the balance that keeps me
from losing my mind?

Or is there no
purpose for me?

Thiocyanate, an intermediate product of the metabolism of Vitamin B17 is thought to be the active component. The recommended daily supplementation of Vitamin B17 is 50 to 100 m.g. for small children and 250 to 500 m.g. per day for the adult sickler.

From the “World Without Cancer” website: Vitamin B17 and Sickle Cell Anemia : The successful use of cyanates in the control of sickle cell crisis has been indicated clinically and experimentally. Thiocyanate, an intermediate product of the metabolism of Vitamin B17 is thought to be the active component. The recommended daily supplementation of Vitamin B17 is 50 to 100 m.g. for small children and 250 to 500 m.g. per day for the adult sickler.