Losers
Beyond control
Lose mental clarity
Moving the into a new world
Failures

teach me to be a good man
take me to your childhood home
show me around the room where you wept
your mother hasn’t touched it since you left

what i would give to have known you then

After my encounter with the ghost
Norma heard most of the tale,
From my fragile, mutilated psyche
she tried to aid me, looking pale.

Making a phone call while I waited.
Decision! Sending me to Her.
Scared of what Aunt Nita would tell me
taking the bus, it was a blur.

All too soon, knocking on her front door
ready for the best or the worst...
Taking my hands, a smile on her lips
"Let's see if you are blessed or cursed!"

Naked they ride on stallions of flame
Creatures that worship who cannot be named
'Cross ink black skies they scream out their lust
Seeking weak men to reduce into dust.

With cunning and wiles for centuries gone
They have tempted men good, bad, honest and strong.
Appear as young women to capture a soul
Lured into bondage, chained, spirit controlled.

Lying on my back,
gazing into heaven.

Starlight shinning
down on me.

I feel the whole
world turning.

Satellites pass
across the sky.

I wonder what
they're watching?

Will it be
you or I

is A.I. watching,
you or me?

Humbled ~
My head was as big as a pumpkin,
so full of pride was I,
that those around grew ticked-off
and baked me in a pie.

Indignant ~
Please don't step on
the poor dog's tail
just because
it is there.

Fear ~
Will I
be quite -
alone?

Joy ~
Happiness,
on a
trampoline

Solitude ~
There was only
one,
a single note,
unsung.

Anticipation ~
You, me...
all night.

Love ~
Aah...
yes...

TO BE A MOUNTAIN

To be a mountain!
Is too some, a life personified
Embodying the characteristic, of a mountain
Their volume of insecurity is larger than life
They need the allusion of strength
For solitude in their pride

To be a river!
Is freedom too some
Flowing without boundaries
The truth will not confine them
To face the lies, that they have become

i.
before acceptance comes anger, comes denial, comes bargaining
before bargaining comes a final breath drawn
nebulae raveling and unraveling in wisps of hues
a cosmic kaleidoscope
a canvas of celestial light, tapestry of eternity and grandeur and unknowns
then comes a vacuum of sound and an absence of breath, the rhythm
of my heart
beating its first muffled drum
i am its solitary witness

I was only looking out
the best I could,

to those of you
who misunderstood.

Speaking seems to do more harm,
but silence shouldn't be the only way,

The struggle within,
pulling me apart again

The pain is like a kill switch for my brain
It numbs my thoughts and erases the strain
The pain I'm seeking is addictive
The voices inside my head become sedative

The relief of pain is all I desire
It's the only way to keep my demons at bay
I'm stuck in this cycle, a vicious routine
The pain is a coping mechanism; how obscene

My mind is in a state of disarray
The hurt I'm feeling becomes my lullaby
I'm trying to survive and trying to cope
But the pain I seek has become my hope