Death Pangs

The word of the press,

news to just Net,

the less of the more,

people abhor.

The sneaking to follow,

to wreck with a tweet,

to state an opinion,

or turn love into bleep.

The blunt spoken basics,

of nothing is said,

responses are certain,

to enrage what is read.

The script of the written,

the herd of the verse,

the hinge to the doors,

will prove not absurd.

Actions are labeled,

prepared for a tag,

in the game of you're it,

the pitch is the flag.

A Bridled Part

The mass of 'self-purchase'
is rewound to push-back
to the beginning,
discovery Wild!!

The buttons or triggers,
the Fire and the Flame,
an Elemental start,
to recount the 'why' I'm here!!

Up & On such a preview,
notoriously I found,
interest was peaked!!

None did succumb,
to the broad of the view!!

The feed of the laugh,
popular path,
until is was,
pointed: Exact!!

Tiled in Scat,
singing in fact,
instrument reams of trumpets in Ink!!

A-muse in 'Just' form,
producing a store,
to lead in a storm,
a Life unadorned!!

People sat back,
read only lines,
the print in a post,
singular in stood!!

The collection brought to One,
relief in the stun,
stooped about locked,
the red in the talk!!

Breath Caught In Choke

I pack the frozen to entice the find,
do not dream, do not love, do not wait,
this life is Time!!

Wings of hurdled feathers nest,
far below the persons growth
in mindful muster to fight this mess,
the thimble of a thorough Crest.

The Plane of board,
the room displayed,
a kind of treatment matched.

Upside down,
'round and 'round,
the shaker grips,
a World loss!!

I Really Want You

I write to relate,

connections are mend,

pictured complete,

the gallop of Lead,

to always remember a Life in a Steed!!

The mention, to speak,

better to see,

Imagine, Believe,

that majesty was ....... beautifully loved!!

Slaughtered Because...

Two more lives could not be saved this week,

the phone call just revealed.

The slaughtered lives that could have been redeemed,

grows only one thing,

the reality that people bring to Earth,

this type of death is absurd,

for animals we could have saved.

In an effort to bring awareness,

I brought myself to the brink,

reality is the bitter chill,

and slaughter is the sink.

The Framed

Shoot Straight

The wonder of life,

no longer in why,

the umbrella goes up,

the walk to abrupt.

The Mind of Track,

the notes in passed,

reminds me of a puzzling path.

The shadows of memory,

the haunt of thought,

the brick of core-learning,

the eloquence boxed.

To count on the innocence,

the certain or must,

the approach of the message,

the hello or the brush.

Backing made lyrics,

more easily heard,

stages the venue,

the World in blur!!

So fast and so quick,
it looks like a trip,
resembles the years of classical prints.

The landing of skip,

the whole of descent,

a path to remove,

obligation from spun.

The least of the value,

a measurement grade,

repeating the same or very mistake,

is only a lesson, 

if repeat pushes play.

The Tally of the Day,
is the sum of varied life expenses.

The Piet

the Ice Cream melts,

the chocolate soup,

a coffee cup in thoughts:

A Coup!!

the bowl is tell,

the spoon is left,

cream and sugar:

Tee-Up!!

the express,

to relate,

the image:

Know Respite!!

a journey hear,

a quest to they're,

the bedtime of my Night-in-Gale:

So Their!!

the broken stare,

an empty bin,

the trash of void,

in Life!!

A vacuum chord,

the painted prose,

rainbow colors bleed,

think!!

Volley thought,

to noise in spout,

seconds shoveled:

Minutes Shroud!!

a graduate degree,

filed part,

a glass half cold;

Not empty!!

a loaded life,

well-known scroll,

is it the cut or the role?

Snapshots drop the Dime!!

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!!
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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.