when it would be caustic
may have been main topic
could be catastrophic
Corrosion within a hobbling democracy
Altruism died along side a Calvary king
United we stand divided we'll get mauled
Severe stratification at the political ball
Time bomb attached to societal tumors
Insidious forces lurking about a white room
Caucuses are in the teeth of the 666 beast.
as i write this
i'm being con
sumed but not
ever understand
ing why it's by you
of course as a
hobo homeless
person i gladly
and when see
ing you see
that my desire
is more then my
want but for some
one such as myself
i'm on the bottom
shelf where people
don't bend or stoop
to see what is almost
lower then their feet
and the dust must
after all these years
turned me grey and
having no speaking
abilities realize
my batteries
have
long
since
died a
long with
me
In spring time
I get mad angry
At the snow leaving
And I’m wicked caustic
In my temperamental
Waking from
Hibernating sleep
Caustic Negativity is like saltwater pounding the rocks
in the ocean,
After awhile,
The rocks experience degradation or erosion,
How can an element as light weight as water
create such decay?
Especially to gigantic rocks that adorn its way?
Water becomes powerful collectively and uses its force
to destroy suspected enemies,
with enough pounding,
It wears away the strength of the rocks,
and the only remains that are left ........,
Gravel near the docks.......
A day can make a harder week
A week can make a month of pain
A month of pain a year so bleak
It feels like drowning in the rain
These are the little riddles in the middle of insane
A little bit can satisfy
A little more can saturate
An overdose can nullify
And even can obliterate
This is a truth from early youth you should incorporate
The pain in gain is absolute
The loss we lose is lost to time
These are the rules beyond refute
There is no certainty sublime
Not even in the meter or perfection of the rhyme
The thing that brings contentment now
Can later be a heavy weight
The face of grace is changing how
We rearrange our future fate
These are the laws of caustic cause that make survival great
The hope to cope with life and stress
Is just a product of the game
Do not deny your own success
Nor feel a need for useless shame
Just calculate and educate to fuel survival's flame
A thought or two from me to you
As thoughts display a varied face
Some thoughts are false - some thoughts are true
So choose a truth you can embrace
And may your days be free to play a part in every race
Fitting my eye
to the keyhole
I peak into
the elegant room.
I have an amazing view.
Beyond the table still holding
the remains of last nights
gourmet Meal, with
flecks of spilled pepper
shining on the snowy linens.
To the rumpled bed,
it's fluffy pillow tossed,
unwanted onto the plush gray
of the floor.
The hands on the bedside
clock sit still as it rests
there unwound.
Finally a movement
on the terrace attracts my eye
and I jerk away from the key hole
and scream. I must confide that I
only wanted to peak at the beauty
from the orient. I never expected
My eye to discover the caustic
view of her dainty neck noosed
and her beautiful body
twirling in the predawn Light.
Caustic is as caustic does
she likes to hurt me just because.
Her acid reign upon my soul
has burned and seared till
I'm not whole.
Feel the sizzle of her kiss,
I hate to want to live like this.
Alive, Alive ,I'm so alive !
she has the power, has the drive
to take me to the highest peak
to dash me down till I am weak.
Mad ,on mad, ,I've gone insane,
for I'm addicted to the pain!
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