Cyclic,

sick, licked.

I’m adding,

I add 'im

on yon

sight-for-sore-eyes

site.

Four sores,

for sure

saw

I’m

smiting.

Exciting,

it’s my ting.

Damning,

damn him.

He’s seen

hissing

his song.

Full on

fool, fawn.

Mouth on

mouthing

words

sounds

rebounds

abound

bound

to be

too twee.

The rapists

and 

their apes

hit

on

therapists.

They're pissed.

We found

a wee 

round

of wordplay.

Oyez, oh yay.

Words,

play

all

day.

[I have no idea what was going through my head when I wrote this (except Evan Williams Single Barrel Bourbon)]

Aim higher, people.

Higher than baseless adulation

of vacuous celebrities 

fake asses, tits and lips

telling you to

Love yourself.

Be true to you.

Be proud, girl.

While they

push their 

premium 

price-point

paints, polishes 

and products

on filtered social media

for you to blow a day’s wages on

in the name of aspiring to mirror

their lifestyle that you fund.

Aim higher, 

and try looking down

at the flowers 

you forgot to smell.

The books you don't read.

The things you don't learn.

The life #goals you set

from your beds 

and armchairs

staring at two 

dimensional 

worlds

as life cycles

by outside your

locked window.

Air. Nature.

Love. People.

Love people.

She told him...

There are days my mind drifts into darkness

It plays terrible games with me

The darkness is only because I'm missing you

And then I find my way out

Because of your constant, undying love for me

It's then I think

"I'm the luckiest woman in the world!"

He simply replied...

In the darkest place

Where your deepest fears lie

I will be there

When you need to bleed

The feelings in your heart

I will be there

When your soul cries

With the pain of your past

I will be there

I will be there to listen...

To here your story...

With nothing but love,

And without prejudice.

Death brought clarity for

A creative genius raped

Wrought with loss 

And disappointment 

But through death

He orchestrated 

A finale of grandiosity

A symphony in G minor 

And I replay its sound

Over and over 

Echoing his resilience 

Dramatized by the strings 

And my mind dances with him

Bathing in his unresolved depth

And as for your destruction 

Reflective like a pond

Your eyes mirror the injustice

In a heartbeat of desire

Themed for now 

An unending forest 

Mazed with darkness

And passion unrelenting 

The orchestra cries for us all 

Oooh! Ride the roller coaster of intoxication

throw your dollars on beckoning roulette wheel

buy some junk bonds, throw them in your closet

keep your heart in your mouth for the plunge

and the stock market passions arising ever higher.

You’re on a magic carpet of exhilarating roll,

peaking before fall of no return spades your wallet

seedy men in spiffed up jackets shoveling money

into their coffers before resounding closing bell.

Buy low, sell high they chant in overpowering chorus

I watch in horror as my no-load fund tumbles

Secondary bond portfolio is worthless, crumbles

ever downward into bottomless abyss as I hang on

worthless certificates which are just scraps of paper.

The promised land eludes me once again as I dissolve

puddle on littered floor of instant wealth fantasies.

Looking at the beach I see a thousand grains of sand,

A single grain of sand is but a worthless piece of dust,

Without a purpose, it's deemed worthless, as it sits there on your hand.

It slips through your fingers and is picked up by a gust.

Looking at the sky I see a million sparkling stars,

A single sparkling star is but a worthless ball of gas.

Without a purpose, it's deemed worthless, as you gaze at it afar,

But you quickly lose sight of it in the twinkling mass.

Looking at the world I see a billion living humans,

A single human being is but a worthless mass of flesh.

Without a purpose, it's deemed worthless, mixed up in an illusion,

But a single human being has the chance to change the rest.