In your slaughterhouse solitude
You've butchered rationale from your mind
It seems reason just doesn't want to rhyme with your life
You've hacked away at happiness
Left nothing for it to cling to

Now sinking into sadness
You're trying to find what that can bring you
It's depressing
The damage a meat cleaver can do to your head
Along with the other rattle brained cattle
Aligned and angry
A silent herd
Longing to be heard by anyone

The belt moves and
The blood thickens
The inevitable inches closer
A steel rod to bring you closure
Cut you off from this
Cold world exposure

But you can reverse this
Even though you've rehearsed this
In your heart of hearts you know
Your conscience speaks
Don't do this
Jump off and
Hit that emergency stop button
It's bright red you can't miss it
Put there as a lifeline to
Dismiss your pain
A backup escape so that you can convey
Your true desire to live

In this motionless state
Breathe
Don't think about me or
Anyone else
Only yourself
The hurt has halted and
You've hopped off that ****** train
You will not be slain from anguish
Instead allow the clarity to
Carve itself within you

This house is warm as it retains the suns powerful  rays of heat.
Seeds germinate and grow with strength,
each planted and nurtured with care from the theraputic gardener within his greenhouse.
 
But its such a shameful shame,
that we can not all be like the contented gardener.
We throw words around like sharp stones of flint,
when the glass house in which we surround ourselfs  to will shatter.
Like shards of fine glass panes our words can not be unspoken ..
Unbroken.

Let positivity bathe you in light from the vast window space,
embrace its warmth, speak only words of kindness and love.
If this proves too difficult to comprend when tempers fray,
then eat your words or leave them unsaid.
For this will cause shards of glass within a quick tongue that can not be unherd.

Think, stop, have a little humility,
we should do unto others as we undo for ourselfs.
So I ask you only this, let your thoughts germinate seeded words of encouragement.
Then you will see them blossom into beautiful colours bathed in the warmth of love.

Let this contagious greenhouse in which you surround yourself, keep you mindful,
enjoy its warming embrace of light.
learn to help others shine, you will then comprehend the power of the greenhouse effect.

Take this hand.

May I guide you within the depths?

So traggic to view her this way.

White in a doll of china's mask of death.



Tormented did a candles light cast doubt's with no hand to grasp

a wrist bled slow.



Tea leaves and incense.

Masked air of rosemary the record scratched and was inturn

left unherd.



Thoose eye's captured want yet

never could clasp a heart or lockets match.



Was it as planned?



A slow regression into a blackend fade.

A cloth over lamp.

It dimmed the light but never the flawed beauthy.

that I knew well.



Sleep in a life none would yern to awake.

My heart did linger in a thought as overcast skies blue eye's

did paint my thought's gray.



Cold was perfection a raindrop viewed from inside.



I kissed you last as first I bid farewell.

That night you took from many yet only thought as one.



A tormented love a single rose.

So tender you were stained of many.

But a portraiht to me.



Your words a soon to be epitapth of my pain cast memory.

Thank you for never seeing me as so many befor.



Many works of art are cast in pain.

Dove's of life often cry a tear when met to dirt.



I held you close once apon a empty floor only not tight enough.

Music that  cast a passion lights so dim often gliow with soul.



I see you now and think of that time.

Tender in a stone that is a chamber I call my heart.



I wish I could have brushed away the pain.

As I did a hair that night from your face.

Thoose eyes a void of passion life often does ****.



If you had taken that hand would we have found ourselves?

Or simpley lost it togather in a vague chance at bliss?



I remember you still.

A painting of a woman known to many but who's heart

was shared only with me.



That moment apon the bar's empty floor  forever fill's my

thought's

From the marshes I saw the death float apon the water.
No sound of sorrow  did follow the gentle decay as it flowed to shore.
Money vs Nature the dollar  for death.

The blood red sunset seemed a oil painting of
a nightmares sky.
As numbers matter more than  souls.

History of these waters poisoned is are future.
Sluge does seep across the marsh.
Klling many in diffrent ways.

Generations trade erased to greed.
The politicians lies and to the helpless feeling.
In this moment we've lost all light.
Fires of hell.
visions of a oil painting of eternal night.

As apon the water I lived my life in tune with the sea.
As people sit in question.
Fools always looking to the next for answer.

As black does erase it's tranquill blue.
Fathers and sons bid farwell.
To the only life they ever knew.

For what more can you lose all is gone.
Thoose peaceful water's of mind.
Are but a reflection of natures soul.

**** the the land *******  of greed.
Nothing ever is enough.
Apon the  bones  broken to the very
marrow they feed.

A hand open  and a mind closed.
The wind carries a message unherd.
As darkness overtakes  the  shore yet effects
far beyond  it's reach.
When hope is lost to whom will you preach?