I was a girl who was different from the accepted norm,
I kept to myself, seldom spoke, watched the world;
pushing people away with my silence, my deviate ways,
as a teen I dressed in a vintage style of my own.
I suppose that I wanted to step back in time with my mind,
spending a lot of hours finding perfect vintage jewelry;
and clothes- creating a unique look far from accepted style,
I was part of the deviants in a peaceful way.
Yes, I was different, unusual, not like other girls, weird and quirky,
yet, inside me I was divine, I loved how I dressed, it was me;
and I was wonderful, lovely, pleasing and felt so beautiful,
I am still the divine in my thinking and style.
But, as an adult, a writer I could care less who approves of me,
for some, I am an inspiration- for others, I dwell too much in death;
there is a dark side of me that bleeds into my poetry,
well, all these thoughts whirling in my head need a release somewhere.
Black and white investigation,
finger curls and a curtain of lies.
All the badge wants is the truth,
while his heart could care less.
Black and white interrogation,
sullen eyes meet silken gloves.
The facts are straight forward,
so why can’t we uncover them?
Black and white confession,
it’s impossible to take it all in.
How is femininity so violent?
A cigarette, a mask of burns.
Black and white sentencing,
now both have become victims.
For you see they are magnets,
drawn close by opposing sides.
I am the storm that you chase
The blond tornado with stilettos red
You like my figure and pretty face
I could care less if you were dead
What is it about denim denial
That gives you such a ruby rush
Not equally yolked we fight wild
This is no ordinary lavender love
Lightening in my eyes doesn’t surprise
Reacting to teal thunder in your voice
We fuss and fight until one of us cries
Ending this seems the logical choice
But like a moth to golden flame
As a magnet I’m attracted by power
I have when I say your name
And the gifts for me you shower
I’m the one that got away in heart
Yet still stews in your mahogany mind
When we kiss there’s a silver spark
That no where else I can fuchsia find
You never know
Where it’ll come from or go
But you can always bet it will.
Fight it or welcome it,
The choice is yours.
Change, could care less.
(2/19/26)
Another 24 come and gone,
Time just keeps moving on,
Drawn in by your awareness,
It could care less about progress,
Never second guessing when to move,
Putting you into its groove,
Proving it Can devour your power,
Or shower you with blessings,
Aligning you with the best things,
Some time is never ending,
Sending you into a loop,
Bending to fit your mood,
The faster my attitude improved,
Time passed as if it moved,
Removing its tight hold,
As thew experience unfolds,
Old patterns fade away,
Opening more space in your day,
Extra time to play around,
Stay grounded and aware,
And you'll have some to spare,
Sharing it with all you meet,
Greet each day as if it were new,
Let your emotions teach you,
How to view time through a lens,
Your ends are always met,
Cleansed by all that's true,
Time is defined by what you do,
Emotions are designed to push you,
You decide how fast it goes through,
Every moment is brand new.
Sure since youth she's had chin hair,
But she just does not whatsoever care.
Sure she has always had fine thin hair,
But she will never ever come to care.
Sure she has some ovarian cysts,
But since the start she could care less.
Sure she still makes everyone's lists,
But she can always choose to care less.
Sure she can never conceive easily,
But she can do whatever she likes.
Sure she isn't always taken seriously,
But she doesn't put up with tykes.
Sure she is more irregular than most,
But she refuses to let it keep her down.
Sure she may sometimes feel like a ghost,
But she always turns frowns upside down.
They're everywhere now...
When lights dim in the corners of society
They swarm like cock roaches on a filthy countertop...
Strutting about the stage in their crystal, ego bubbles.
Telling us what to eat- what to wear- how to think.
Even though they're sloppy, unhappy, and quite obese.
They tell us how to pursue peace
(when peace is already here) ...
They even tell us how to walk and breathe.
Guaranteeing great wealth and a healthy mind
if you follow their step by deceptive steps...
If you'd just take a sip from their magic potion of B.S.
The truth is that the only way they've "made it"
was from the blood of our lack of confidence.
From the flesh of our insecurities.
The truth of the matter is most of them think
they've sprouted wings and can hover above the sea.
They think they can upstage and outshine Jesus...
I could care less if I ever hear from them again.
I'm much better off without them.
You cheated in our relationship
You said one thing, and it was actually for another
Supposed to be number one
Turned out into no number at all
I was put on pause
You were the cause
Always stepping out
Here and there all about
Mr. Swinger and Ms. Slinger
Decided to investigate
Catch you in the act
Wasted no time
I found your address book
It wasn’t hard taking a look
Went on the mission quest
Spotted you sitting at the bar with some other women
Drinking to your heart’s content
Time was my pursuit
You acted surprised
You didn’t realize, but a camera pointed and now there is proof you cheated
Every excuse you tried
Nothing you said made any sense
You were busted on the spot
Now who is locked out now
Your female split and left swiftly
Never to return
When will you learn?
Now have a new attitude
As for you, now a conclude
Found someone else who loves me for me
He knows how to soothe
His dancing is ever smooth
A cheater locked out and loss
I was the forbidden force
Alone in your mess
So long sucker, you didn’t do your best
I could care less.
7/14/2025
Oh, how could this have ever happened here?
A free naton with baseball, movies and beer?
Those days when other nations cry against the USA…….DIE?
I think on tha, when we turned far left… America’s very soul died.
Those who so loathe and hate our free nation.
Created conspiracy theories,like…boll weevils.
They would do anything to destroy this nation and make America evil?
None of us realizing, how this would divide all of us.
A necrotic snake filled some, like decaying green pus.
And the proof is in the yowling streets of PA is heard .
Of misled shouts of hate, like some insane, hysterical, mysteriuos birds.
Many people died but many unaware, people could care less!
They much prefer riotinh and lies and walk in a state of mental undress.
Our streets full of both USA and Israeli shrill haters.
In masks and flags,green flafs~ such insane, victim baiters.
That “religious” mantra shouted aboard the 9/11 plaines,
Rings in my tender ears, like an exploding, crashing train.
What do you look for in a man?
I usually say wisdom.
An owl that is respectful,
Thinks with his head,
But still acknowledges the heart.
As much as i pretend to love those birds,
Who flock to your side once smitten—
I tend to fall,
For those sly serpents,
Who could care less if I’m eaten.
I know they tell lies,
But their sickly sweet words,
Dripping like honey,
Trick my senses,
Into thinking they’re sweeter than they are cruel.
Hiding behind that vexing charm,
Serpents weaken their prey.
Combining appetite with desire,
They confuse my instincts.
My scorpion tail hesitates,
Not knowing whether their smile is false or not,
I shouldn’t sting if I’m unsure.
His smirk hides his fangs,
He knows what he does to me.
I let his venom spread through my veins—
I wish I didn’t fall for serpents.
The diabolical discriminations
life made me witness,
threw me in the depths of being a
disgusted stranger,
all supposed earthly beauties floats by
I could care less,
same goes for the ineffective utterances of
bush, mountain and manger.
(16.03.2025)
Echoed voices that seep
Through the cracks in the drywall
Of the room which I hide in.
Bones clatter in the closet,
The softest shadows show those faces,
Those girls,
Those girls who I loved who could care less for me,
And that faceless face I erased that held me against
The tile of that bathroom.
Haunting me, taunting me,
Whispering, lingering,
Always there
In the back of my mind.
Impossible to find relief, I decide.
Words that aren’t mine,
The violence inside that
Shows itself outside, now,
And my hurt hurts the first people to love me.
Bury myself in the closet,
With all the things I keep deep.
Evictions left and right
People forced into a plight
In a darkened tunnel with no light
Pavement Plaza
Pushed onto the streets
No home and nothing to eat
It was a complex and a landlord with no heart
Some were Seniors and changes in family households
No means to make end’s meat
Humanitarian termination
Understanding in complex bills need to be paid
Meanwhile the evicted are stuck with no shade
Some had lived in the complex for years
Now people loss their preserver
The streets became their home
They are all alone
Pavement Plaza is no place to live
Especially living in the outdoors among the elements
Pavement Plaza being the evicted address
The evicted are now under stress
A Landlord could care less.
Most votes went to Spender or Spendy
While few went to Thrifty
Who couldn’t keep pace
And fell out of the race
For he came up lame
Right during the game
But what was his name?
Who cares
Speaking of who cares
About Spendy or Spender
Because either of them
Will go on spending benders
Just to satisfy
Their central bank guy
Whom they can’t deny
And is the reason why
(Though most don’t know why)
They all voted for Spendy or Spender
And could care less about Thrifty
Oh my
(And no, Thrifty is NOT Biden)
Men, especially male men are macho,
weirdos always less concerned and
thoughtful then women are. Take a look.
happens and rolls downhill.
So what! Who cares! Could care less!
What the hell. Not my fault. Had nothing
to do with it. There is nothing I can
do about it. Have been same all
of their lives and will never change.
Shortcomings exceed their attributes.
Dangling chads. Key pinch cards.
Full time job trying to be kind,
courteous thoughtful and sincere.
Chop off problem and throw away
like extremities in Civil War. Pile
becomes higher and higher.
Go to church, listen to what God has
to say and then go home and apply it.
That is the Trinity I know in my mind.
Migration is a problem that exists.
It has already happened so what
are you going to do about not condemning,
criticizing and complaining about it.
No action. No reaction or results.
Do nothing and nothing will happen.
You can listen but do not have to
do anything about it. Your choice.
God set standards for you to follow.
Never follow and suffer consequences.
Who cares what you think about problem.
What are you going to do to solve it.
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