Trump at helm who would of thought the days are back of when hate was taught. Religion hijacked the irony is there the source of all knowledge now the route of all despair. Wars being waged in some hopeless engage and all to be accomplished another blood soaked page. The history warnings … Continue reading Ripples Repeating – (old post)
I did not turn out the man I would hope I would be, Not as brave or broad chested as some would think, Can’t handle the basics or connect the link Rage my fall-back position of choice, Trembling voice, sweated tears, Cowering boy hiding in shadows of memory fears, broken years, Lost, I wander from … Continue reading Connected – (old post)
Richest divide back-dropped against poorest side, Poorest side losing to society’s advancing, Advancing credit tide. Credit given hand over fist Then cracked back by cracking whips, Whips bought and paid, People offered short lived diamonds that fade. Promised a diamond, given a spade. Spades dig only down, Down further into sticky mud Created by this … Continue reading Promised A Diamond, Given A Spade – (old post)
So now it is 2018 and the worst of all of the above is behind me. I am still not an Astronaut, but I feel that the more mental the world around me turns the less mental I feel. Gone are the days when I felt a great deal of irritation around this whole … Continue reading OCD, Anxiety, Depression, and other reasons I am not an Astronaut: Part Deux.
Scared as a crow I fear the always open field, Armour ready, steady shield, Advancing, My march is glacier slow. As hard is the rock and open the place, Iron shoes, lactic lace, Sweating, My back is arched like a clock stuck at two. Head cracked with ball and fist, Frustration racing, mind … Continue reading Crow Scared – (old post)
Drifting we do from early bud, to all but ash and ground Happiness is a lonely whisper, Amongst this bustling crowd. Snap of fingers echo’s, from a hindsight setting hand, Dreams sit behind the cusp of yesterday’s forgotten, More lay waiting, beyond tomorrows remembered land. Moments of content are few, as flakes in the autumn snow, … Continue reading Lonely Whisper – (old post)
Those vicious insults bounce right back the burden of guilt is yours to carry on your own bitter twisted back. I hope those bricks are heavy way you down you are the cause of your own wretched frown. Your cold stare makes me feel warm your coldness only makes you wither against your own internal storm. I … Continue reading Hates Self Reflection – (old post)
It is not always the winning that wins the race, More the finding, understanding ones pace. Lungs will burn, legs will seize, Ankles will twist, knuckles will freeze, Eyes will stream and flow. Not everybody’s race is there to be won, It is there to be run, it is there to be done, Along … Continue reading Finding The Pace – (old post)
It is yet another bending breaking soon to be broken morning in this pink skied city. Yesterday now as dead as the day before last, Old suns have risen, Old moons have passed. Early cuffed and collard worm catchers all ruffled and already missing the nest hop from paving to slab. These woken weary … Continue reading Pink Skied City – (old post)
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