Their Same Mistake

Voice in Cold,

deliberate role,

a script by no mistake.

The trail in rode,

 Boulevard Groves,

too open gate to stars in place,

the Mystic of the Moon.

A Motor Cycle-Ride

The miles per life,

the wars, the strife,

the gallant decides,

to reason a Site.

Mechanical nudge,

the mud creates clay,

the sculpture relays,
tired and out of the way.

Common sense with reason too,

the choice of none would add this truth,

to equal same exact.

One bye One,
I've watched what's done,

for talk and knot the speech.

Why make promises to anyone,
as death is set in ordered call,
and common sense will not evolve,
to recognize another fall.

Exhaustion leads to simple things,

repetitive and loved,

people paid to up the game,
and shatter life with shoved.

The words fall to drop a clue,

the act in what is blue,

isolation kills you too.

The gaming is a life in keep,

and yet the life won't cheat,
it would rather be what's not seen,
and buried 6ft deep.

This nation has a secret,

and through a way of deed,
 the key is not the choice,
but most certainly the lead.

The Umbrella Proof

The quotient of this speak,

with format to complete,

to produce a valued route,

the map of how to lead.

The example made for me,

a quiet sort of keep,

do not move until you prove,

you stand on your own feet.

The trash in talk,

the rumored walk,

the voice of less in more,

it proves to be just horror.

The black of blue,

the bruises true,

a scarred and broken life,

the nightmares do revive.

In best of worse,

scenarios cursed,

the dreams are light bulbs too!!

To be awakened by the shaken,

could change one other life,

the road to hope,

is more than cope,

I fight for all in plight.

In such said,

I view the dread,

and action benefits need,

to cauterize these wounds of life,

that happen in repeat.

Leather Bindings

The level of the balanced raid,

life prepares to place,

upon your plate the dinner of,

all this flavored case.

The pain in eyes of whom can't cry,

the Watch that broke in utter stun,

the ones that stuck to their guns,

the time has come to be,

the stance in simple reads.

Base this point of what shall be,

the write of such known scenes,

as my mind works,

yours will go,

bezirk upon these deeds.

So don't run now,

because you plowed,

with what you could not pawn.

Eloquence in speech of said,

required no more lies,

the value of the message,

is now to realize.

The patience that developed,

is the wisdom to know it's time,

to speak on these core matters,

it will not always rhyme.

My mind was smashed to pieces,

the puzzle of this play,

to put back into pictures,

the hinge is like a say,

and words just pave the state. 

Coiling

Mechanical Roles Are Fast!!

As a Kid you Said it'd been,
get over it and forgive,
your bleating is your loss,
the language in spoke,
the picture of the laughter broke.

The visit to your parents home,
no child was I then,
full-grown to be a simple friend,
we met at the age of ten.

Your husband screams,
top-of-lungs,
the keystrokes of what Priests have done,
did he ever look at you,
or is that feeling just bleeding from,
the life that you have sung.

As I know you know your name,
these words I pour are to out your do,
you also left me in that room,
with your Father standing too.

The looks that passed as you cast,
better you than me in path,
both adults and long from school,
remember Catholic and 6th grade too?

No longer children without a voice,
yet you left, it was your choice.

The Puppet of whom pulled your strings,
I saw your father speak with eyes,
that is when I realized,
the drawing of the room was empty,
accept me who sat in plenty.

As your Father walked to that Chair,
I must admit I did just stare,
the zipper pulled down by his hand in walk,
to where I sat so we could talk?

The Cock of which I speak on showed,
I broke in fact this is KNOW ACT!!

The Doll I know myself to be,
just stood up and laughed at he,
the one who robbed you of yourself,
how young were you when he raped too.

In nothing more than No WAY Out,
I looked around to see him shout,
with no thought of what is talk,
I went down the stairs to where you stared,
at the Television, like I wasn't even there.

Do you remember I looked to see,
if you really did this to me,
and all you did was ignore,
the very fact I walked out the door...

..it's not like we were kids anymore.

I knew your troubles long ago,
the advance of him in 'NO'
as a youth I stayed with proper,
in that silence 'we' both knew,
hiding was something that you just do.

Now that you have carried that Motto through,
I would like to announce to whom,
when you do not stand against,
you become the Perpetrators Fence!!
.
Laughter doesn't come with boisterous chortle,
it comes with repeated troubles.

Factor Flight Of A Stable Life

With every mistake so quick most are,

take a look and know I'm far.....

far from running, far from walking,

farther from the frightening nightmares of truth....

in lives.. passed, in virtue.. wrath, in love.. hate,

in balance I weight...

evolved to decay, raped at the age, 2, 3, 4, 5,

the countdown, of counting-up your days 'til...

in a single moments second, your breath engaged,

held in place, know names have addresses...

the internet, the home, the passport, the phone,

text your denial, photo's are a dial, the misery of...

what is shown in the mirrored reflection of what is done,

shines back so brightly, that you have identified the horror for me.

The poison drips as Minds do sip the drink of only poured,

in not a crisis but simple abhorrence for every life you've torn.

Beware of the wicked thorn, that threads your every score,

to add the board, the leader of, you will not quit and I do not love.

In equal form the grant of born, express your faith in said,

as innocence has only pled, in past of what the future says.

The covert moves, of whom does chose, to speak exposing week,

I rise to Tell, you taught me well, the text does fit, like dressed to....

It's Stated

My life has been a series of difficult events.  I have been challenged from the point of my birth.  I have lost dear friends to suicide, we used to walk together and now I continue alone.  The pain, the nightmares, the day-mares, the flashbacks, the horror, the tragedy that haunts me every day.  I have tried so hard to be optimistic in the belief that someday I will be able to recover myself and live peacefully within my own being.  I have discovered no matter what you do to try and confront your fears, it's the nightmares that remind you how broken you are inside.  I wake-up screaming in the night and it is shocking that after so many years your mind cannot let go and just seems to be stuck on repeatedly trying to explain these events  to you in your sleep again and again.

During the daylight hours, I try to not think about these nightmares but I have found that if I do not take the time to acknowledge to myself that I have had them, they come back to haunt me with a vengeance.  I spend the majority of my time with my dog and my cat, they are the ones that bring laughter into my life.  For the most part I chose to believe that everything happens for a reason, we just don't always know the why.  I just know that I am very grateful to a person that I will never meet because I am old enough to know that wishes don't come true.  He inspired me in such a manner that I feel complete even though I know that I am broken by what has happened to me in this life.

For those of you that kill the dreams of people that really need them, go fuck yourselves, 'cause another little girl died this week, she was four years old, raped and beaten to death in her very own home, by her very own family.

The Magic Of Pictured Talk

An Orchestra of Thought,

the magic of pictured talk.

The universe, the simple verse,

know lyrics speak,

as photographs capture the perfect read.

The tempo of,

the quietly written word,

the music is love,

as life seems absurd.

The challenge on this Earth,

the production seems cursed,

to bring to an end,

the hand to hand mend.

The resolve of connections,

made without eyes,

the face that is missing,

the person doesn't realize,

it is not in the 'likes' or the want for the wish,

it's the views that add-up,

that increase upon clicks.

The base in acoustic,

the echo of trend,

the empty appeals,

the text in a bin.

The beauty of what has actually been,

is lost as the people only hit send.

Picture Self

The Era of Now,

the portraits are done,

with the snapshot made,

the mere picture of whom,

'the Selfie' always shown alone.

A desperate state,

events capture you in place,

the mirror of witness,

is you on the phone.

People share lives,

encouraged to take,

these still shots forsake,

a friend that may say;

self-portrait today?

Amusing or testimony,

to lives all alone,

the laughter is missing,

the voice recorder texting,

a picture frame,

sent to say,

I'm having fun today.

The human sounds,

are being dumbed down,

the quiet of send,

is the pain that you're in,

and the mirror of your only friend.

Reflections

The Wash Of Bearing Hymns

This Earth, the Tree, the Life of Been,

in balance of the split,

the Feat of what must have kept,

the answer asks the river met,

the icy chill of know.

Why do you flow with H2O,

the element is from,

the Mountain melts,

the snow that fell,

in midst of Winters come.

The Ocean fills,

the salt in theme,

the brine of what does mill.

The voice of cast,

upon the sea,

the whether of a Cause.

The Season of,

the changing tide,

the ebb and flow of rise,

the Wave from Rogue,

the ship of mount,

regards these other times.

The blue in mighty boisterous roar,

emptied for it's wealth,

the buried treasure of the hide,

deeply seeded and in this guise.

The chimney fluke,

a Planets proof,

the mass in vast display.

The Globe is Venue,

yet we're not bound,

to meet this face to face.

The outreached hand,

of Natural stands,

the balanced turf of Verse,

the broth of only learn.

In greed the lust,

of take or crush,

Pandora's box of dues in rocks,

the gems of what is creed,

the blast of talk, the Mic of walk,

a Universal plead.

Stop the press,

the grinding fight,

the pepper is the spice of life,

the taste of better case.

Approach idea with point of fact,

the red in black of soup extract,

the dying days,

romantic plays,

the singular is clear in paid.

We came alone,

we go alone,

the Galaxy a Cosmic Roam,

to Elemental out.

The hold to cry,

belief in try,

the truth delivered spout.

The best resolve,

in Standing, Stall,

as opportunity lends,

that nothings real until you feel,

the death of life in trend.

The keel of a cringe,

I still fight for 'All' of them,

to put it frankly,

I love Men,

the Flame ignited Send!!

Broken Link

The streaming of consciousness,

a Mind in a Storm,

the lightning of strike,

the thunder of roar,

the plural does frenzy,

is it a door?

The writings of read,

the type of pen lead,

a written resistance,

seems futile in systems,

where keystrokes are just listed.

The everyday life or play,

the clambering of the crowded stay,

the script to know that notes are shows,

I speak to those that dream of prose.

The well-worn paths,

the spoken lad,

the verse in lyrics bring,

the thought of more, 

the working team,

delivering a common theme.

The dizzy clause,

to cope or pause,

the simple tact to wrinkle back,

the bounce of what is thrown.

The interest drawn upon this Pawn,

is in the 'Match' of bet,

the rock of dealing for only healing,

the lives of past in said.

The audience that life does bring,

the silence of the dream,

that while we breath,

a common being,

will balance this missing piece....

called love. 

The 'Collective' Bucket

To think is to drink,

the Conscious Mind express,

to stream is to place,

the speech is too rest.

The path to a find,

the dream for a time,

the words to the proof,

idea's are the sign.

The doubt of the Self,

the sickness to well,

the depth of rehearse,

are words that just fell.

The practice to slow,

thinking too fast,

information is being,

a life with sum tracked.

The construction of sentence,

a difficult find,

not only in Poems or Riddles that rhyme,

but in the addiction of Texting in time.

Main Line

Reality is,

the bitter truth of such do's,

the Script of know form,

develops a storm!!

A Global Slogan, It's My Tag

No indecision with questions asked,

no tweets to finish or fry with cast,

know personal opinion worn with path,

not ashamed of what type claimed.

No hiding behind the text in state,

the picture holds your worlds place,

without anonymous but certainly with taste,

conversations halted not in waste; All Case!! 

'The Secret of the Universe is Choice, Know Decision'

Ballooning

The Years of Last,

the Age of Path,

the hello to no-repair;

Cycling!!

The road to ruin,

the change will be lost,

to the doubt of truth;

Broth!!

The forge hammered,

the 'til of an anvil,

no Armor kills,

shields song,

swords of dual;

Clash!!

Dreams of Strange,

colors done.

will Time show itself?

As Some!!

Connections plundered,

a riddled voice,

considered life,

learned to climb;

Brung!!

The structure built,

foundation strong,

a timber memory,

the Castaway:

Lives!!

A Crisp Blend,

Air and Water,

the Fire breathes,

Flames Before;

Autumn!!

A spiritual leave,

 traveling;

Deeds!!

The Bliss in Core;

restored on Earth,

naturally bore;

Cobblestoned!!

A Footman's Stone,

the magical pour,

the Aft of More!!