Upon a leaf she stands.

Still as the wind.

Determined to fly.

She does,

but falls.

Lays breathlessly,

with a broken wing.

She mourns in the stillness.

A rabid nation

A flea infestation

Leaching and killing for gain

A police nation

Outside their own station

They never take the blame

They take the oil

They claim the soil

All in God and justices name

Begin a war start another

Little children run and take cover

Your saviour has a brand new plane

It´s coming to drop peace on you once again

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My faith is lost somewhere among the trees

Capped off by a ceiling of leaves and thorn walls.

Too drawn away by the impending doom of your eyes

Sex and honesty. Raw and unbiased

Bared flesh and bared souls

Left to rot amongst the forest floors

Warning: Graphic subject matter.

What I wouldn't give

   to live

      to forgive

Who I wouldn't plea

   to see

      to be free

Had my whole life ahead

   now I dread

      I am dead

What he took away

   I decay

      turn to clay

What from me he stole

  my soul

      in a hole

          no parole

               took it's toll

Just a little girl

  Daddy's pearl

      watch me whirl

          life unfurl

Took me out of the park

   was so dark

      found his mark

Called til my throat was sore

   through a door

      hope no more

Prayed to a silent god

   he's a fraud

       thought it odd

Pled him to spare my life

   no more strife

      under his knife

He wouldn't set me free

   heard me plea

      broke my knee

Hands touched me everywhere

   pulled my hair

      didnt care

           felt him tear

               way down there

Screamed mommy please come soon

   saw the moon

      knew my doom

          darkest room

Never felt so much pain

   until then

      again and again

Finally he was done

   had his fun

      maybe I won

          now I am none

Left in this hole to rot

   how I fought

      escape I thought

          alas naught

              hope he's caught.

Which me

Am I,

Today?

Witty guy?

With steely glare?

& clean hair?

Or him who,

Forgot his doo,

& shower?

Super smiles

Won’t help hide my

Wicked pride!

Or soften

Me, who often,

Acts unkind.

Whose fault?

(What splendid cult?)

Excuses my behavior?

None.

Not one.

“Guilty!” as charged

Before I met you

My life was like a speeding train

I was running off the tracks

You showed me love

A love that helped me

You set me straight

Like a razor blade

We had our ups and downs

But you always remained by my side

No matter how difficult I was to be around

Because of you I got to feel again

I didn't love you like I should have

But you knew I couldn't

And you were ok with that

I cared for you deeply

Like an addict I was hooked

Ruined and broken only for you

Your beautiful chaos

Through and through

Now you're gone

We're separated by death

I am veering off course again

Grasping at straws

Trying to fill the void

That sucks away

Everything good in me

Separated by death

Gone but not forgotten

Always in my mind

Forever in my heart

James Mackensie "Spud" Saylor

You were truly one of a kind

You made me feel young again

And I couldn't have asked for a better friend

Please peek in on the girls from time to time

Fly High Mackensie and please know I am just fine.

She bathes in the deep streams

of depravity sinking beautifully

in quicksand of forgotten truth,

an inelegant bird of flight

chewing and devouring reality

in her translucent shadows -

an empress of delusions

with a lop-sided tiara,

dancing in frenzy of morbid beauty.

Entrenched in corners of my mind,

she scorches me with forgotten sins.

Paralyzed by her fears of empty voids

of insanity, she opens up her soul

like parted oceans, watching the moon

illuminate her mind, suffocating her

essence in darkened waves of delusions.

Abandoned tarnished fears

inhabit her heart, mimicking sounds

of preying vultures, emptied by insanity.

Shadows are dark pits in psychosis,

huddled within her bones,

gelatinous promises of vacuumed

aberrations of sinewy threads.

And I am adrift in clouded wells

of her depraved mind, drawn

by forked electricity,

beauty of frenzied lunacy.

Untouched by normal thought

Unrestricted and free

Uncaged and uncaught

Each idea liberated a self-creation

Unsullied by the boring

Seasoned with boundless imagination

Clever to the point of unbelievable

Moulded with the surreal

Wild to the point of inconceivable

Bubbles of senility

Drifting out relentlessly

Encased in a possibility

…this is a beautifully demented mind!

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I've been shunned,

bullied,

used,

and lied to by people who I thought were my friends.

People who were supposed to love me like they said,

people who are supposed to stand by my side like they promised,

and people who were supposed to be family to me.

But all they do is hurt me....

I feel unloved,

unwanted,

and invisible

when I shouldn't be after all the times I stood by them.

Stood by them because I cared for them,

and thought they cared for me too.

But they lied...

They only said all those things to get what they want from me,

then leave me broken,

hurt,

and feeling like an idiot!

But the question I have is why?

Why am I treated this way?

Why do they treat me this way?

Why do you befriend me then hurt me towards the end?

Why can't you keep your word and be my friend?

Is there something wrong with me?

Did I do something wrong?

Is it the fact you're too good for me?

Am I embarrassing you in front of your "friends?"

Am I annoying you?

Can you not stand me?

Am I not "cool enough" to be a part of your squad?

Am I in the way of something?

Well?!

Don't just sit there!

Answer me!

What's wrong with me?!

You know what,

Don't answer.

Just...don't answer those questions.

I already know.

Let's face it;

They're not worth it.

I'm worth it.

But at the same time,

Am I really?

I'm the ugly duckling who's a total outcast compared to all the other ducklings,

but is it a possibility that I'll be able to turn into a beautiful swan like the story promises?

I'm the fat, ugly caterpillar that most people want to kill,

but is it a possibility that I'll be able to turn into that beautiful butterfly like fate promises?

I'm the unwanted runt who no one wants,

but is it a possibility that I'll grow bigger than those who said I was too small?

I don't know.

We don't know.

It's only a possibility.

Naked is the song of life,

10,000 suns have stroked your skin,

You stand transfixed

before the dawn of life,

bonded together in darkness

but you are no longer unseeing.

Lend me your wisdom

and give me your laughter

as canary light shimmers

in your vivid dreams.

Warm sensations post words

along your moonlit pages -

You do not need vision

to warble enchantment

of your heartbeat,

as you leave whispers

on my skin and

pressed lips on my soul.

Imagined white pinholes

of light appear before you

as negativity marches away

from your parade of shadows.

Breathe deeply the chill of air,

behind a veil hide nothing

but create your own world.

Fill your fingertips with

resplendent colors and

smooth the rough patches.

Feel the soft sands on

your wandering toes,

bridge your heart fully

with your magnificent mind.

Mysteries of love will

expose you to rapture.

Ocean waves of new beginnings

flow in to erase your darkness.

Hoist your sails and steer

your course to freedom

and gentle purity

as you smell the scent

of all life has to offer.

Break free from your

restrictive chains,

envision all life

has to offer –

march forth

into your own light.

(a poem for the visually impaired who see more than we do)