I stood at the museum wall
And gazed upon the paintings there.
Powerful strokes and mighty lines
Showing me what the artists share.

I stood as one frozen in time,
And tried to contact Van Gogh’s heart.
"Dearest Vincent, master fine,
You rewrote the world’s view on art.

Tell me why you turned your back on
The traditions, set and followed
By those the art world built upon.
Your works upset their rules, hallowed."

Say Love be the very Devil,
Set against God the holy-father
Count me then one more heaven's rebel
A choice, there wouldn’t be any other
So I'll ride sin to those hot gates,
That black steed the lord wholly hates.

Just to have love in my reach
Find her doors, knock and then screech,
Of all my sins and all their names.
"Tell Love the Devil, ye gate keeper, tell her,
Save me a dance among the flames!"

Dad:

I see the pain in your eyes
my girl why are you hurting so?
May we speak of this thing?
I want to understand your woe.

Caitlin:

Fibromyalgia, hurts so bad
with heat so intense you see,
it Burns! my hands are on Fire!
Like a searing coil inside of me!

Dad:

Pills won't help at all
you must brave it alone,
I see the tears you fight
hear your internal moan...

Caitlin:

VERTIGO UNIVERSE
SPINNING WILDLY OUT OF CONTROL

IT’S TAKEN YOUR MIND
YOUR BODY AND SOUL

BANISHED, EXILED
INTO A BLACK HOLE

THE DARKNESS WITHIN
HAS ENVELOPED YOUR SOUL

YOU’RE WALKING A WIRE
AND LOSING CONTROL

YOUR COGNITIVE CONSTRUCT
IS NO LONGER A ROLE

YOU CAN’T WAVE THE CONSEQUENCE
YOU MUST PAY THE TOLL

THEIR WORDS ARE INVASIVE
THEY CUT TO THE CORE

YOU CAN'T WAIT TO RUN AGAIN
MAKE A MOVE TOWARDS THE DOOR

Grief grabbed ahold of my heart
and shook it violently
until every memory of you
fell out
onto this piece of paper...

America - This nation will remain
the land of the free only so long
as it is the home of the brave.
courtesy a local Indiana man,
one named Elmer Davis -
(1890-1958) was
a journalist and broadcaster.
He worked for the New York Times
from 1914 to 1924.
As nightly news analyst
for CBS (1939-1941)
he had an audience
of 12.5 million viewers.
Roosevelt appointed him head
of the newly created
Office of War Information (OWI) in 1941.

Divided and informed
Still doubt if sensible
Point has been formed

Impeach and accuse
Hey quickly
Hide your point of views

Republican or democrat
What happen to just
Another bureaucrat

Save America they say
Don’t know when
How about today

What about a term limit
Are aliens going
To find a way to trim it

Put spending on pause
Or is uncle sam
Just Santa Claus

Border still open
Will we see change
Or left to hoping

I'm footsore and weary,
upon the road again
Through blazing heat and dust
drenched with cold and frozen rain

Many miles I've traveled,
up mountains and over hills
always keep on moving
I am looking for new thrills

What is on the other side,
around the next blind bend?
I wonder; keep on walking
is there ever any end?

Blue skies are never promised
but I keep looking for,
whatever treasures hidden
because I've always wanted more

I keep thinking about you
My mind can't help but
Wander to your ethereal face,
Your divine soul
Thus not thinking about you
Feels like running through
A dark,eerie forest
Full of raven shadows
Where whispers haunt my every step,
And the path ahead
Is shrouded in mystery,
Leaving me lost
and searching for your azure light

Dealing with
My own selfish
Selfish
Selfish-
Ness.

Is like swimming in chaos
Of my own making

I have no one else to blame

No rock to hide under

All I have is this pain,
And

It's definitely that,pain.

I tried to cut myself and realised all the knives were blunt

Too blunt to cut or carry

Too blunt to be anything, effectual

No
Where
To
Hide

No
Where
To
Bleed