Thick humidity of memories clog a small girls heart
That pitter-patter like soft, insignificant rain
Such a lonely life was just an urban myth
But I knew the truth of it all
Soaked to the bone, or rather the soul, I took a troubled breath
And I spoke my deep blue feelings to a stagnant sea
The shivered incoherence of my desperate pleas
Went, in tortured time, unanswered
17, forcing out a pained smile
Feigned and faded, frustrated and fated
Destiny leaped and hollered at a touch of weakness
Scribing plans in stone that scare me more than anything
Years went blurry and disoriented, surviving on withering hope
Yet eventually my feet moved slowly, again and again and again
23, I speak my light blue feelings to tricking streams
23 and my god I hope, I know, forever and ever on
Compassion Fatigue
Resentment looks a lot like Narcan in a sharp
and feels like it’s forcing out my will.
I grab them both; Naloxone and the tarp,
the outcome undetermined by my skill.
Same guy, same place, same drug; third time today,
his unresponsive body cold to touch.
Compassion has fatigued and crawled away,
when I see something tiny in his clutch;
A crucifix, a cross is glinting gold.
Immediate withdrawal floods through his veins;
I’ve plunged the needle, and I tightly hold;
his bloodied eyes snap alive with pain
despite the death wish of his toxic dope,
a Savior finds him worthy of His hope.
Folks watching love affairs like spies,
All the scenes picked: sugared pies.
They capture the whole truth through lies,
Before the end of it truth flies!
But wait: why? Again, I ask 'why?'
The thought wisdom in it Big lie.
We all should Decency Routes ply.
To look one's judge straight in the eye.
Why would an adult risk a pry,
From a sage forcing out a sigh?
To know how it's done by Betty:
To some day dare what is petty?
Not all love affairs the Pretty,
One or two really a pity:
Couples still denied Jesus' stamp,
Who stamp in blind room without lamp;
He is a man worse than a tramp,
Who turns Eves onin Prayer Camp
Still, for prudence alone I cry;
For its sake, spying zero try.
You'll shudder at the sight of the stone!
A massive boulder, still it was thrown,
Steven hitting forcing out a groan,
As though to pieces he had just been blown!
Steven to Great Britain has been flown
His hospital bill their Union's loan;
Pains from bruised scalp continually grown,
Damage suspected to cranial bone...
Not much about attacker is known;
He's amusedly called on the phone,
For apologies in wretch's tone.
So, what has pale dying Steven done,
Attackers play - acting not real fun?.
Just like that, he started a venture
Intended to salute their culture,
In his speech creating that picture;
The high hopes he did nurture
About its supportive infrastructure
And advertising superstructure…
Then, finance became the torture,
With its photo of an ugly vulture;
Inventor forcing out of his rapture,
The invented threatening with capture…
Any need now to contend that Money Matters,
As a scheme without it shatters.
The Leader of the gang
Fought his door with a bang,
From the all –metal forcing out a clang
That his impatience duly sang,
Now smiling and choosing to hang,
Every tooth of his a ready fang…
Then, Dave’s rescuing phone rang
To great risk exposing the gang!
Pitted against a metallic door,
Whose forcible opening isn’t sure
Save with dynamites not in noise poor
Or human strength, completely raw
Would the leader now run for it,first
Or the door still attack a bit?
Here it comes,
April on the wing
squirrels chatter, birds sing,
flowers rise and grow
lilac scented pollen in the windy flow
oh no,
a tickle in my throat and nose,
this is spring, oh what a magical tease
forcing out each reckless cough and repetitive sneeze,
a screech to inertia, breathless explosive compulsion
from the mucosa of nasal integral expulsion,
ah, the wonders and beauty well spread
clogging and congesting brain cells in my aching head
ah choo, gesundheit, God bless,
it's spring bud and bloom at its very best
get me a tissue
for these beautiful and irritating issues,
hope it's an allergy and not the covid-19 flu.
Sycophants and liars writ large across the news
Spitting bile and venom at any other views
Never mind the truth, never mind what's right,
Never mind the dying, just ignore the blight
Anything for power never mind how low it goes
Blind to covid corpses laying out in rows,
Charlatans at best, snouts deep in the trough
Oop's, watch out their leader's caught a little cough
Yet still the little piggies wallow in denial,
"It's nothing serious," (forcing out a smile)
Clinging on to power whilst in their dying throes,
The stench of desperation, lingers on their clothes.
As the night collects your debt
Find this the rotting door now thrust,
creaking screams align the mire
Loosened shadows coughing dust
in a world now set afire
Worry gathers in the mist,
along a crooked staircase rise
Nooses hang from rafter’s twist,
portraits gaze through swollen eyes
Smell the stench of fevers past,
sweat does stream of wallowed reach
Moors in line of wretched cast,
lessons taught but not to teach
Break this bread of mirrored shard,
slurp your lime serrated drink
Write as if a napkin bard,
any thought with which you think
Last, these days of sorted lanes,
walking chains and lockets bore
Weakness in your heart now claims
of a time you lived before
Stare the darkness now you keep,
forcing out a sad regret
You shall sow the fear you reap
as the night collects your debt
In a world so far away in time
A field of leaves filled up the space
Casting their shadows, a paradigm
Crowding out all others in their place.
Then a single flower did peek thru
Pushing the leaves out of the way
A touch of light, the seed renewed
One lonely flower here to stay.
Our minds are not unlike the leaves
Kind words as if flowers will bloom
Fill the mind with thoughts they weave
Letting in love and forcing out gloom.
There is this sudden drive me
that grips me firm and bold
hanging on and forcing out politely
secrets my mind holds.
At first it seemed a small explosion
of thoughts and feelings unexplained
but more I think of its erosion
may come a loss within my brain.
I sleep, I wake, I doze and drift
as the written words begin to fade
with song and rhyme once a gift
relay my feelings on parade.
Each breath I take replaces one before
and the number is uncounted
but the moments rise without keeping score
and thinking persists rebounded.
All words then find their way
contemplating where next to roam
to gain their voice and say
of how the heart finds home.
Sometimes the words are overwhelming
slipping and tugging, directing my hand
as words spring forth compelling
to spread forth upon the shore like grains of sand.
So there you are, a word or two or three or four
my unyielding thoughts on rhyme,
release the hounds of mental war
then rest, unwind, all will again be fine.
Her little world shattered
Dollies made of paper
Heart and soul tattered
Feelings turned to vapor
A life now a wreck
Brings innocence lost
With love not a speck
Just hatred the cost
Alone on a sea
Of guilt-laden woe
No longer carefree
It won't let her go
Damaged goods here
Childhood's been taken
Forcing out a numb tear
She just feels forsaken
Happiness
Searching for happiness in a world of sad,
Makes living life a game for the glad.
For those in the know, true happiness is here,
Around our lives, forcing out all fear,
For the endless searcher, his life may be drained,
True happiness he’s missing, his mind not yet trained.
Search not, young searcher, for it’s only in vain,
Happiness, true happiness, is like April rain.
It showers our lives, rewards us our hopes,
Enlighten our eyes, no longer to grope.
It bathes us in beauty, no more to frown,
True happiness, true happiness, God’s earthen crown!
Caissa poses brazen firm
watching bishops spread and burn
and in her awe demands a game
for galaxies unnumbered fame,
mesmerized by milky falls
across the fortress Nebula.
Through cosmic peppered crystal stars,
she perpetrates her grasping pawns
forcing out the king’s last play
a queen, the moon, usurps his rays.
But Nebula bemuses chance
of sweaty earth and circumstance,
her systems sprout from treasured strife
and knights patrolling massive life,
nine new rooks of regal birth
proving powers bursting forth.
She names the goddess little pearl
‘I’m waiting for you, fleshy girl,
to challenge complex moves of mine,
our last exchange, until next time.'
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