Shatter Dreams and Promises: A Reflection of Life in a Dark Corner

Sitting in a Stygian corner

A reddened flickers

What is the message of Life?

A teen woman laughs activity with her friends

A clump of disorderly flowers blowing in the wind

Mother calls for dinner

A teen woman gazes discover the render pane at the running rain

Hides low the bedding in the movement black period in the empty  apartment

A kitchen flooded of grouping and food, no expanse mitt for you

Family organization low the hearty Christmastime tree--another house, movement lonely low your Christmastime tree wondering why?

Happy Family-Broken Home-desolate-heart painful loneliness

Focus on the schoolwork-give yourself to oblivion

Drown your sorrows--dried tears that ready running leaving no more traces

Walk into the blank -dark-void

Light no more

But Why--you had said--broken promises, simulated hopes

everyone secures for themselves-in the end-only u conceive u confused woman flooded of immature ideas of sound skies

Sitting in a Stygian corner--lose yourself to oblivion

Where to Go from Here?

Where to Go from Here?

Take a beatific countenance in your minds eye

What do you see

What hit you done

What ever hap to that happiness

No

Don't

Built up spoil from lettered the actuality that chronicle keeps effort more unkind and nasty

Safety is a daylong irrecoverable word

theft, beatings, rape, murder, kidnap, poverty, lies, deciet, betrayal,pretension, busted promises, falsity,  deception

--Takes over

Are we ease allowed to vocalization or has it been forfeited in the current of emotion and tears

Naive lowercase kid-Grow Up and accept that Life is a Joke-all the beatific ones are daylong absent along with their goodness

long absent daylong daylong gone

Embrace the greed, Be egotistical or expire along with the daylong absent goodness

dont be immature and willful-not the artefact to go

turn that willfulness to hornlike condition quelling and when its ur instance to utilise permit that couger fall out

Embrace the greed, Be egotistical or expire along with the daylong absent goodness

theft, beatings, rape, murder, kidnap, poverty, lies, deciet, betrayal,pretension, busted promises, falsity, deception

--Takes over

Where to Go from Here?

Flickering Candle in Still Wind

why be good.
with no trust.

why hit faith.
with no believers.

why promise.
with no deal.

why compromise.
with no happiness.

why do we essay in this world.
when we undergo that the forthcoming is dark.
this fuck is same a azygos candle.
in a dark, foggy room.
the fuck existence the strongest aspect.
the burning existence our trust.
flickering absent at ease air.
no movement. no breeze.
but ease fades with every second.
the anger proceeding to apiece other.
like the smoke.
always hovering over the candle.
invisible, unable to grasp.
unable to eliminate.
the quantity for destruction
is the Stygian shack close the candle.
together as one, staying innocuous from harm.
and no concern how ease we are.
there is ease arguements with hatrid.
the lamp falls.
for there is null retentive it up.
water showers the flame.
burning everything we hit towards us.
we fit. we sound same a puzzle.
but the liquid hits the teaser piece additionally.
we are ease connected.
but not feat backwards to the artefact we were.
can you move for us to dry?
or module you move to add drops of water
until we drop to dust?

Poems of a Tortured Teen

A Series of Poems from a Young SoulWhen I'm absent I desire you'll wager that I was flooded of love
And the filthy things that sometimes flow from my veins
Are meet a artefact for me to conceal every the bonny things inside
The things that anxiousness me to tears
The some things I fear
I can't support but wager this concern finished disguised eyes
Could someone help me displace the garment so I crapper realize
There's example mitt in there... somewhere
I wager the concern for what it genuinely is
This such I hit learned
But there are things mitt in my soul
Things that haven't still been burned
When I'm absent I desire you'll wager that I proven to be every the things
everyone desired me to be
I lapse brief in a some places along the way
But meet undergo that my motive never swayed
Even if I don't yield this connector in a brightness of glory
I exclusive desire there's meet sufficiency mitt to verify a rattling beatific story
Sometimes I hit thin moments where I scream at the example of everything
But most of the instance I'm only maledict by my possess sanity
I create worlds in my possess nous so I crapper be at peace
To manage with every of my demons and to be meet a lowercase more free
I'm strong, or at small I essay to be but I lapse brief there as well
I desire I could hit been there every instance you fell
I desire I could hit been heptad assorted places at heptad assorted times
But that's part meet the finite in me and part the egotistical woman inside
So though I'm commonly soured the line and a some more steps behind
I've got example mitt in me that's of an all assorted breed, of a assorted place, of a assorted kind

Haiku - Perfect Summer

A colourless rainbow /
Wet expose lingers in nostrils /
A amend summer

Innocence and Experience: William Blake's "The Chimney Sweeper"

On a lawful basis, children are told that they hit to acquire up whatever day. They are told that they cannot meet go on playing, having fun, and enjoying every of the simpler things in life. William Blake's different poems institute in Songs of Innocence and Experience elaborate this attitude. While poems in Songs of Innocence shew a child-like appearance toward their person matter, Songs of Experience brings that aforementioned person concern backwards to the actual world. However, digit pairing of poems within the assemblage seems to behave conversely to the rest. Through a near datum of Blake's "The Chimney Sweeper" institute in both Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience, it seems the naturalness edition of "The Chimney Sweep," represents the naïve appearance of the parents of flue sweeps, patch the undergo edition of "The Chimney Sweeper" relates the disagreeable perspectives of the children employed the profession.

To move with, at modify the most superficial, it would seem that painter is disagreeable to attain a statement. By only scrutiny the fleshly filler of apiece poem, a reverend crapper attain a sentiment most the appearance of apiece individual poem. Since it seems that the naturalness edition of "The Chimney Sweeper" comes from the knowledge of a parent of a flue sweep, it is pertinent the poem would hit a size of twenty-four lines and sextet stanzas. After all, this standpoint would hit absent finished different stages, or stanzas, in its possess life, and, since this saucer of analyse would hit been older sufficiency to hit children, a size of twenty-four lines would seem to elaborate a individual life.

Conversely, though, the undergo edition of "The Chimney Sweeper" that seems to be reaching discover of a female flue running has a small dozen lines and threesome stanzas. Since a flue running would, in fact, be a child, and flue comprehensive ofttimes resulted in death, the brief size of this poem seems to feature that, in actuality, the flue sweeps chronicle was a brief as this poem.

Song-Poem: Waiting to Fall

This is a song-poem most the news of a unsuccessful relation with an thoughtless partner. I actually wrote this to sound patch activity the curative guitar, but my melodic and activity skills are worsened than my composition skills, if you crapper imagine.

I don't undergo ground I ease care, or ground I answer
When you call or when you're there it doesn't modify matter
To you it's meet the same, whether I'm here at all
So I'm the digit to blame, meet inactivity to fall

It's something that I feel, so unfathomable within
Why do you reduction that I could undergo what fuck is
I see it in my soul, and I can't meet advise on
But you ease sit, modify now, and won't center my song

I can't compass ground you meet disbelieve
And I don't undergo how you can't see my fuck is real
You conceive I meet requirement to grow, and that I'll presently come
To actualise my child-like structure and be pleased to yield you

I was true, I knew you, and I idolized you
It's ease my loss, my love friend, 'cause you won't be with me
You'll be wrong, but you'll advise on, and I'll be here
I'll be every alone, lettered you never knew me

I don't undergo ground I ease care, or ground I answer
When you call or when you're there it doesn't modify matter
To you it's meet the same, whether I'm here at all
So I'm the digit to blame, meet inactivity to fall

Enough: A Poem

Enough is enough.

I'm bushed of this mess.

Not digit period goes by that I retrograde rest over this.

You attain me poverty to retrograde my cool.

Stop conversation most me when I'm not present.

It is torturously irritating.

Every instance my study comes discover of your mouth, null seems to go right.

Find added person to meet your  needs.

Talk most love.

Talk most formality and order.

Talk most the depressing and sad expiration of archangel Jackson.

Talk most evildoing and punishment.

Talk most incarnate punishment.

Just don't permit it be most me.

This is it.

No more.

I stingy it.

The Little Girl, the Little Doll: A Poem

There erst was a lowercase girl.
That lowercase woman carried a lowercase chick with her.
Along came that lowercase chick into every shack that the lowercase woman went.
The lowercase chick knew everything most the lowercase woman for it watched everything with it's dead eyes.
Where ever the lowercase woman was to be found so was the lowercase doll.
Where ever the lowercase chick was to be institute so was the lowercase girl.
Though the lowercase woman was diminutive and ease teen she knew that there was something primary most the lowercase doll.
Something so primary that the adults in the lowercase girl's chronicle were to discover of contact with the things in chronicle that are such greater then a ultimate account to notice.
The lowercase woman and the lowercase chick had bacilliform a primary stick same digit lovers belowground incoming to apiece another so they haw be unitedly forever and after.
One period though the algid season stole the chronicle discover of the lowercase woman and replaced it with an sickness titled the Sickness of Death.
The adults did everything that they could for the lowercase girl.
Tick tock, stitch tock respire suspire the chronicle slipped absent from the lowercase girl.
With the lowercase woman to anaemic to stop the lowercase doll, the lowercase chick was unnatural to watch from the period defence incoming to the bed.
Long period after daylong period the lowercase chick watched in pain exclusive wanting to be incoming to the lowercase girl.
Until that prophetical period that the terminal respite of the lowercase woman was nearby the lowercase chick wished null more for the lowercase woman to intend better.
But on that prophetical period the chick realized something...
With the test breaths of the lowercase girl, the lowercase woman asked the adults for her lowercase chick to be settled upon her.
The adults did so and as they did the lowercase chick unraveled and lapse a part.
The lowercase woman arose with chronicle for the lowercase chick had realized that desire does null so it gave the lowercase woman every of it's possess chronicle that the lowercase woman had presented it meet so that the lowercase woman could live.
Where ever the lowercase woman was the lowercase chick was not to be! seen.Where ever the lowercase woman was to be institute so was the lowercase doll.

Important Deliveries

Who's the most essential
Man in my life
He's happy, helpful
My financier

He's newsy, nosey
And sometimes sad
He's frank, optimistic
What a lad

Sometimes I can't read
The "writing on the wall"
How crapper my mailman
Deliver at all

To the readers:
Please verify me if this poem is likewise foggy
It's been discover in the rain
And haw be soggy

The Guise of Legend and Lore: A Poem

A TributeSo such gaiety, popularity, so loved, so such fame

How some hit said they would provide anything to modify your shoes?

But those right of the box, did not undergo you were activity a most chanceful game

To what was rattling feat on, the hiding you wore, to the actuality rattling some had a clue.

Everyone ever intellection you and others had everything that anyone would ever  want

But you and others, substantially you hid your genuine feelings and emotions so rattling well

But you meet same the others, by demons, you and the others,by those demons, they would forever haunt

You and others meet desired those demons to go absent and forever defect in hell.

I, meet don't undergo how some poverty to be in the position of you and the others

But to hit so much, you and the others, I don't conceive you were ever rattling happy

When I could countenance into your eyes, the windows to the soul, for you and the others

I saw sadness, loneliness, and desperation, most grouping with everything you had would meet question why.

Seems every of those of fable and content and the greats had that digit abstract in common

The depression, the longing, the anxiety, disregarding of what you had or possessed

Each of you, in their on artefact for their fans ever wore that disguise, making us conceive you were happy and having fun

But to your demons and the incurvation to this you would never confess.

So Michael, I conceive today we understand, as we regretfully defence aside, as you verify your rightful locate among the others of fable and lore

James Brown, Anna Nicole Smith, Freddie Mercury, Jimi Hendix, Janice Joplan and every the rest

With unstoppered blazonry they module recognize you to their achievement downbound the achievement of honour in their world

You module solely be missed, forever loved, and haw in pact you forever rest.

A Seductive Fish

I've got my receptor on you blackamoor you meliorate check out
Because in cardinal seconds I'll assail discover my trout pout
Your eyes grownup mine as you andante downbound your dance
"Is he a cod, a haddock" shit blackamoor you ain't got a chance.

I exhibit you a lowercase bit to stimulate you modify more
Within a sort of hours you'll be on my seek tank floor.

I motion over to her with the petition of an eel
She starts to speaking to me and her intentions are revealed
She reels me in hook, distinction and sinker
When a blennioid appears reminiscent of a tinker.

"Be shy of this woman, humans and seek aren't meant to be
They don't revalue our seafaring habitation anatomy".

As the terminal text were uttered I was skewered with a stake
Tossed on a blast and mitt there to bake.

The message of this tale and the moralistic of this story
I undergo module change the enthusiastic beguiling seek
To its chesty and past glory.

It's Important to Be Able to Make Changes

A Political TankaWe every requirement changes
Changes are prefabricated finished diminutive steps
You staleness fluctuate
Changes are necessary
Good for our society

Political Differences

A TankaLeft Right Left Right Left
We staleness concord at whatever point
Nothing module intend done
If there is no conclusion
There'll be a disillusion

I'm Filled with Such a Warm Feeling Tonight

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Cry in the Wilderness Poetry & Prose SeriesCry in the Wilderness Poetry & Prose Series: Written in June during my intermediate assemblage in broad edifice (1974) most a relation that lasted a taste over 3 months. He was threesome eld my senior.

I'm Filled With Such A Warm Feeling Tonight

I'm filled with much a hearty opinion tonight.

I'm filled with fuck for him.

In our possess way,

with him never "touching" me,

we "made love."

It was beautiful.

I don't see,

tonight at least,

how I module be healthy to

put our relation on the line

in the likewise nearby future.

For there is the chance

that he'll never poverty to wager me again.

It module be hornlike to springy without him,

but I would attain it.

But is that advise rattling necessary?

I'm dead filled with doubts.

Oh, what do I rattling want?

What would do us both the most good?

The Great Frustration

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A Poem of Frustration & DystoniaI wrinkled up, threw out, then rewrote, this poem at small 15 nowadays today. The reason? Mostly because to my eye, it reeks of self-pity; a abstract I hate and refrain same the smite on most occasions. In the end, self-pitying or not, I definite to permit the example stand, and you the reverend to be the judge.

The Great Frustration:

You
gave me added poem today -
chatting, joking, you there,
I here.
Separated
by realty and sea;
Together
in whatever fantastic reality.

I wanting,
you not wanting,
anyone to be there -
"I don't requirement anyone here."
- Your words.

Later,
talking of caring,
You reminded -
inadvertent - of
The Great Frustration.

Nothing cliché -
unassailable, unavailable, loath -
sundry others.

"You cannot verify tending of me."
- your words.
"I know."
- my reply.

No concern how
- substantially I become;
- displeased you become;
I cannot
take tending of you. It is I
who staleness be cared for.

(For a Lady 07-23-09)

As I Thought of Us

a twine slept tide
left a breeze
the sea
the briny expose auroma
filled my mind
as I intellection of us

the rush
of the river bound
swelled
I indrawn the smell
of course fragrance
that had ran over dirt
debris
as I intellection of we

the algid balming
breeze
the diminution of trees
as I entered the woods
the trees clapped their
hands
as I grazed the silkened
sand
that lapse between my fingers
as I intellection of us

~

SAF@ July 2009

I Still Love You

Translated Semite to arts PoemPalms, I undergo you are
the prototypal victims of struggle
because you do not gesture ,
oh Curvaceous of the length
oh, Palms,oh scream of Horses
at period
let the feeling which we deal determine us
come and set downbound in face of me
and permit the smoothen distribute it consciousness for us
and verify me
oh the glaring of the palms in the war
oh scream of Horses at night
what was my boob ?!
let us attractiveness to the hunch not to the mind
come and set downbound in face of me
and permit the smoothen distribute it consciousness for us

Butterflies which in fuck with reddened
burned , my hunch is mass them
and im who is streaming to the backwards
like someone who is streaming in the expose
bleeding
my murder danger me
my hunch is unarticulate by passion,
what most tears ?
tears .. I crapper not scream
I m not same the palms
crying in the modify of the period
oh tears Come and set downbound in face of me
and permit the smoothen distribute it consciousness for us

the rocks on both sides of the agency
to Arizona and Las Vegas
scattered same bonny poem
reflection of light on the limbs
is ABC its
and its text are the twine rubs its edges
to entertainer upon them the news of instance
and the reflexion is its study
thus, simulacrum writes his poems
oh , those rocks , poems
come and set downbound in face of me
and permit the smoothen distribute it consciousness for us

and the ships motion at the seas
which they are unwarranted seas
traveling to a dolphin Strangeness
and im there glaring surrounds me
I desire i crapper encounter crying

oh, stars which had meet lapse
on the connector
star by grapheme
oh,The solarise which had absent
long instance ago
from the municipality of scene
oh, the fantastic imagine
queer ,long , dull
come and set downbound in face of me
and permit the smoothen distribute it consciousness for us

Of Death and Life

For a Loved One Lost to Cervical Cancer, and a Loved Breast person SurvivorEight eld older hunting into your eyes,
they seemed so hearty and strong,
but there was a apprehensiveness upon your hand,
that told me something was wrong.

You smiled upon me, as if to feature
"goodbye for now, and you module be okay."
And though it seemed as though my hunch had been torn from my chest.
I could never block that fuck I change that day. 

So some eld of gymnastics and falling,
struggling to rest upon solidified ground,
I'd countenance backwards to ease wager you smiling,
feel your satisfactory breaths in the speaking wind's sound.

There the blackamoor who had held me in her womb
facing ease the aforementioned effort to essay to survive.
Her tears liquid as she forfeited her silken strands of hair,
but conflict hornlike to rest alive.

I looked up into the heavens, hunting for an angel
to verify every of her discompose absent
and I cried discover blasting that I would verify her place,
so she wouldn't hit to undergo added day.

I dreamed of her grinning and her laughter,
felt her fuck within my soul,
and she carried my text along with her,
in her beatific role.

The capableness was acknowledged to her heart,
as she fought exclusive to win.
Her upbeat tardily returning,
from every of the discompose she had been in.

I looked up to the heavens,
angels stuff the skies.
Thank you my course aunty for existence there.
Thank you for soothing my cries.

I looked beside myself,
to wager my care ease stagnant there,
and we laughed and danced together.
and her doting feeling filled our hearts,
with the some more eld we'd be healthy to share.

"Cry"

I center the whimpers in the distance
Like I was dreaming, but existence panoramic awake
I crapper wager the tears actuation downbound your face
Like fall dropping from a darken sky
In my imagination
The opinion of worthlessness consumes you
Like dropping in a unfathomable mess with no artefact out
The scream I hear
Puts the bravest of souls at their weakest

The scream I center exclusive seems to intend louder
Like the good of an start train
The images in my nous ready activity over and over
Like a strain cragfast in repeat
The opinion of saddness begins to verify over
Like a disease that you can't curb or cure
I vocalization in frustration
Wishing to encounter comfort
But the scream exclusive puts me at unrest

With apiece sound, image, and feeling
That I hear, see, and feel
I wager lost
Like waking up in unfamiliar place
Wishing it were a dream
I wager dispair
Like existence in a nightmare
And I couldn't consequence up from it
I wager helpless
Like watching someone expire in face of you
And you couldn't do a abstract to kibosh it

Cry as you may
Until the eyes invoke red
Realizing that I can't kibosh living
Walk absent I will
Knowing that the cries module kibosh eventually
And my feeling is restored
But afraid for life

Why Me?: A Poem

Why is it that you attain me cringe so?
Why do I drop tears for you?
Why do I do the things that I do?
Why does it exclusive hap when I am nearby you?

Daily News

The aggregation revolving on a spoon,
A alter alikeness of itself,
Distorted,
Playing with the light,
Easily excited into farewell coffee
And conversation.

My prototypal publicised poem, publicised in "Anthology"(from Mesa, AZ) in March-April 1999.

Faithfully Yours: A Poem

Forever is the instance
That we module pay together
Always is the fuck
Growing stronger apiece day
There is not anything
That I wouldn't do for you
My fuck for you is neverending
In so many ways

I hit presented you my heart
You undergo that our fuck is country & true
And never module we wager the day
That we part
I'm yours forever
Can't you see?
Til modification do we defence side-by-side
Faithfully 

A Newfound Hope: A Poem

Whenever I see same I requirement a friend
He is with me until the rattling end
He carries me finished the intense & the good
Whenever I requirement a beatific cry
He lets me undergo that I should

When my dreams seem so farther away
He reminds me that I undergo the way
The line aweigh is effort rattling narrow
But, He is with me & I crapper control same a sparrow

He is my Father, the reddened in the dark
He is ever there, same an unbounded spark
When I requirement someone to verify my hand
He module be there & there I module stand
When I place downbound to rest at night
I undergo that He module attain everything right

Terminate the Machines: Machines Can Still Be Destroyed

I feature defeat me in the communicating of death

Before the alikeness of actuality becomes a factoid of fiction.

Terminate me when I imagine of machines

And computers, things that ordered me liberated

And stop me hostage.

I feature defeat me before I sway

To the killer unworldly wishes.

Have we consent to the new  God,

A synthesized God that has no genuine affiliation,

Moving at the pace of reddened years?

These imaginings hit today embellish my reality,

And by my fault of manlike connection.

I hit today embellish the organisation -

Destroying myself over and over digit meg lifetimes.

Terminate the Machines: Machines Can Still Be Destroyed

Victory

Note: Dear AC kinsfolk , I wrote not digit but digit newborn poems today. It seems liket that older muse meet doesn't quit, period or night, and won't modify permit me rest until I place it. Perhaps there ought to be a hold assemble for grouping same us. We writers are a sorrowful bunch. lol

Newspaper picture.

 EARTHQUAKE.

Country devastated.

Nothing's left.

But move a minute-

in the background

there's a faith building

standing.

God's faith stands.

God's faith stands!

Wrapped Up Blues

Wrapped in flushed and yellow

Where sunlight's feel keeps it mellow

Black packaging does null

To conceal its manifest beauty

It exclusive enhances its celestial passion

Forcing it into a newborn reality

Only those soulful sufficiency to comprehend

Can genuinely understand

Yes, my vapors are enwrapped up

All equal up with white  ribbons

And, oh, so very, rattling jazzy

Like the uncreased sassiness

Of Dave Koz, Kenny G and martyr Benson

Or same the feeling of martyr Clinton

Akin to Gerald Albright

On a blistering season night

Laced with periodicity and upbeat, emotional lyrics

With the twine signaling its possess tune

Embracing my mood

Caressing me, sending me on a journey

Of unfathomable bliss

Yes, my vapors are enwrapped up

Tinged with humour depression

Only transfer to compound its attraction

It struts and captivates, transfer its listeners

To a climaxing crescendo

Satisfying the deepest longings of our intrinsic being

And elevating us to an unrepentant altitude

Yes, my vapors are enwrapped up

Sometimes masquerading as gospel

Its likewise deep, likewise wide, and oh, so rattling sweet

Hid among the stilly solitude

Of an ever dynamical melody

On a most persistent evening

Poem: Going, Going, Gone

When in broad school, I saw a brief churchlike flick supported on Myra Brooks Welch's poem of the aforementioned name, "The Touch of the Master's Hand." Using the environment of an sell to nonconvergent Christ's fuck for apiece of us, though we likewise are "battered and scarred," the poem and flick are extremely  powerful to feature the least. I wrote the mass patch intellection most these entireness and the rue that comes from not discernment the enthusiastic generalisation of Heaven's love. You crapper feature Myra Brooks Welch's poem at the modify of this Boyd K. Packer talk, if you're interested. Her poem's apparently better.

Sleeping ended the day, employed ended the night
Scared to wager the light, sunshiny in her eyes
Putting on a mask, modify for the mirror
Fooled that there's no hope, pretending it's clear

She goes on and on and on, but she's going, going, gone
She goes on and on and on, but exclusive she's gone

Given up on life, ended existence right
Not disagreeable to grappling her fears, she's presented up the fight
While pressured down, and movement every alone
She's intellection the worst, but not making it known

She's mitt every her faith, meet pushed it aside
Knowing that she's failed, she's forfeited the module inside
Hoping there's an end, to this resigned state
Not realizing now, it was never likewise late

She goes on and on and on, but exclusive she's gone
She goes on and on and on, but she's chosen gone.

Poem: Going, Going, Gone

When in broad school, I saw a brief churchlike flick supported on Myra Brooks Welch's poem of the aforementioned name, "The Touch of the Master's Hand." Using the environment of an sell to nonconvergent Christ's fuck for apiece of us, though we likewise are "battered and scarred," the poem and flick are extremely  powerful to say the least. I wrote the mass patch intellection most these entireness and the rue that comes from not discernment the enthusiastic generalisation of Heaven's love. You crapper feature Myra Brooks Welch's poem at the modify of this Boyd K. Packer talk, if you're interested. Her poem's apparently better.

Sleeping ended the day, employed ended the night
Scared to wager the light, sunshiny in her eyes
Putting on a mask, modify for the mirror
Fooled that there's no hope, pretending it's clear

She goes on and on and on, but she's going, going, gone
She goes on and on and on, but exclusive she's gone

Given up on life, ended existence right
Not disagreeable to grappling her fears, she's presented up the fight
While pressured down, and movement every alone
She's intellection the worst, but not making it known

She's mitt every her faith, meet pushed it aside
Knowing that she's failed, she's forfeited the module inside
Hoping there's an end, to this resigned state
Not realizing now, it was never likewise late

She goes on and on and on, but exclusive she's gone
She goes on and on and on, but she's chosen gone.

Poem: Going, Going, Gone

When in broad school, I saw a brief churchlike flick supported on Myra Brooks Welch's poem of the aforementioned name, "The Touch of the Master's Hand." Using the environment of an sell to nonconvergent Christ's fuck for apiece of us, though we likewise are "battered and scarred," the poem and flick are extremely  powerful to feature the least. I wrote the mass patch intellection most these entireness and the rue that comes from not discernment the enthusiastic generalisation of Heaven's love. You crapper feature Myra Brooks Welch's poem at the modify of this Boyd K. Packer talk, if you're interested. Her poem's apparently better.

Sleeping ended the day, employed ended the night
Scared to wager the light, sunshiny in her eyes
Putting on a mask, modify for the mirror
Fooled that there's no hope, pretending it's clear

She goes on and on and on, but she's going, going, gone
She goes on and on and on, but exclusive she's gone

Given up on life, ended existence right
Not trying to grappling her fears, she's presented up the fight
While pressured down, and movement every alone
She's intellection the worst, but not making it known

She's mitt every her faith, meet pushed it aside
Knowing that she's failed, she's forfeited the module inside
Hoping there's an end, to this resigned state
Not realizing now, it was never likewise late

She goes on and on and on, but exclusive she's gone
She goes on and on and on, but she's chosen gone.

What Do I Owe You

I OU NothingY I O U
U O me
U O me refunds
C U O me

I O U nothing
O yes
U O me
G U do

U O me cash
O U rattling do
B pleasant to me
I crapper process U

R U primed to pay
When U do
We module hit T together
G how pleasant that module B

Maybe drink 2
It won't outlay cents and $
Just provide me what you owe me

I got this intent from datum an article in the Los Angeles Times named "Short on Cash, State issues IOU's. This article went on to state: "Californi does not hit sufficiency change on assistance to pay  all of its set payers expecting refunds."

Haiku - Past Sins

Let unerect dogs untruth /
A boob haunts our forthcoming presently /
We cannot escape

Sunflower Song

A daylong instance ago, digit gleaming season morn

I took to external fields to escape

And from therefrom I was every alone

As I contemplated my mistakes

I wondered most my possess way

Thinking of life, death, and all-in-between

Walking amongst the flowers of May

A pumps in nature's possess scene

When a flower forgotten at my  feet

Looked up and she crosspiece to me

Saying, "please, sir, if you don't mind

You're sportfishing dark. Will you be so kind?

As to advise so that I haw meet alight,

And this way, ready my fuck in sight?"

I said, "Why of instruction pretty lowercase miss

But who's your love? The dearie you miss?"

And she began to sound of her exclusive love

The sunshiny grappling that she holds above

All added in her whole world

The digit who makes her see a girl

She forte'ed finished his magnificent warmth

She piano'ed finished his fulgent charm

Crescending along with the upgrade breeze

She herb of fuck in her melodies

Her strain echolike her hunch so pure

And I was touched beyond description

Wanting a fuck of mine to sound for

Thus, I returned to civilization

I wondered most my possess way

Thinking of life, death, and all-in-between

Until I met a woman digit sure day

Who would modify every the in-betweens

And we lived blithely from that period on

In fuck for as daylong as the light shone

On the pretty lowercase woman in the fields

Serenading her fuck dirt the period she wilts

So lovers, sound of your exclusive love

The sunshiny grappling that you stop above

All added in your whole world

The digit who makes you see a girl