Random happenings of words
onto the blank page
or screen
do we have enough energy to dream?
I love the clarity of your words
the charity of sounds
that surround us
I wish I could trust
my own heart
But it bleeds like ink
onto the page
I am reading the poems of my own rage
the twisting beauty
of poet trees
is the tree of life too far
to guide us to who we are
Reality folds
like cold magic
origami of sorts
we play games with people like they are sports
our retorts
litter more than plastic
we get sick
sicker than we are laid in our casket
What happened to the child
in our hearts
We are nothing more than happy shoppers with shopping carts
This reality is an exchange of ideas of money of time
but we can’t see beyond the lines
that take control
take our minds our bodies our souls
we tell our selves they are words
but we aren’t even as free as the birds
which fly free in the sky
we are the prophecies
with our opportunities
we our the sickness we accumulate
we are the best and the worst
the sanguine curses
Hell which lives with hope
but hope is a bird that lives in a cage
singing in its hopeful rage…
I stand with the misfits
All the ones from broken homes
the ones who are single and left alone
the ones deemed special
and yet not treated as treasure
I stand with the poets and artists observers of life
Picking muses that will never be there wives or partners
I am disheartened
But I will stand with those that give and never receive
those who believe
that giving their hearts and time is important
and worth their reason and rhyme
and weight of time
there’s a special kind of heaven awaiting these people who need healing
I like to believe
May they find their Elysium fields
where they will be met
without any painful regrets
You bring the light that saves
You are the brave
the one who stands true
the spark in me and you
you are the soul
the one who loves through and throughout
no doubt
The one who believes
breathe the light
don’t give up your fight
this is your right
born without a sign
divine
I was your first word
I will fly to you like a bird
goddess of love
My friend from above
Spoken word poem
enemy waiting
enemy hating
if we worked together it might be beautiful
But enemies gather
enemies rather fire words like bullets
another bulletin
awaiting
I am done with the hating
the haters
saturating
the market
I write punchy rhymes
in time
like a tardis they are bigger on the inside
as worlds collide
I fight
hold it together for what’s right
Morals foraging in the dark
for food
I am rude trying to stay in the mood
as I walk through the corridors of insanity
my beating heart
all that separates me from being picked apart
I am chaos and disorder
but I wait at the borders of a better day
a escape artist who prays
to be released from this prison of rebirth and reincarnation
the harm within this world and its nation
to have our minds wiped
then be put back in another body
I am spirit and mind I want to flow free
I alone hold the key.