Everyday Monsters

A walking

authentic

me

in a

mystified

world

full of

monsters

with smiles…,

some good

some bad

some roar

crooked wilderness

rough and tough

rolling into

foolishness

to

deceive

anybody

willing

to believe

everything

sparkles in

glittery nice

are

alrighty

and

mighty right

to correct

the left

floating

leftover

crumbs

to the

gums

of the

dirty scrumbs

hidden away

behind

metal locks

all categorizes

the same…,

monsters

in a box

but,

plenty

turn their

heads

rubbernecking

the wrong

direction

when

visually

they’ve

missed

to see

the

many

amongst them

working

in the

so-called

corporate offices

of

locked

legits,

flooding green

to

lobbyist

politically powerful

hypocrites,

putting

anybody

in nasty

pits

to fall

while they

stand bold and tall

showing off

their

shinning

pearly

white teeth,

clothing

tailored

and

freshly neat,

to be the

cleverest

monsters

of them ALL…,

paid

lovely

to hide

behind

deceit.

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Techno SetBacks

As swiftly

as a glance

fierce

looks

vanish

the innocence

away

by crooks

in the foggy

mist

reaching

to destroy

the vulnerable

into

emptiness…

Saying the truth

brings out the real

not many on sensitive

ears can deal

unless,

treading gently

not to offend

those

calculating the

right words

to a fragile

virtual world

of pausing

on

each level to

digest the complexity

of the Now.

Wake up!

Moving backwards

afraid

leads to

a deep

grave…

Stop,

hiding behind

peeking hands

refraining

from the

life truth

staring into

all colored eyes

yet,

reality

they despise

to open

ears

they don’t listen

and

blindly

muted to

nothing

but the

pierce pain

stabbing

away at

the young

generations

wrapped and

absorbed

in social media

gone from

the present and future.

Remember What?

Flashbacks…,

daydreams…,

Nightmares…,

they’ve

come and go

into

memories

of anguish

and spooked

into swirling

illusion and confusion

Woken

into insanity

sailing back

off track

to tailor

defeat…

No, No, No,

not me

anymore…

pressing

reset on the

cranial lobe

of toxic

cancer

eating away

precious

today’s…

Shy

hiding

not

confiding

tried and exhausted

sobbing for

solutions

to

dead this

slow execution

of misery…

No, No, No,

can’t talk

about it,

write

about it,

or even

try to

describe it…,

muting

the

wanna

knows

sparingly

from

an pandora box

filled

of trying not

to

Remember…,

To

how I

wanna be

remembered

as

not

crazy.

Returning to Visit

In a cold

dark room

she sat in slient

on concrete

looking down

at the space

between her toes,

rocking back and forth

to many triggers shots

stealing time preoccuping

her mind she reached

maximum capacity.

“Talk to me,” I whispered.

She looked at me once

and turned her face.

Golden droplets

leaked down her

shaking pants leg

to the ground.

She parted her dry lips

to bite her finger nails,

shaking her head

side to side,

swollen eyes

looked into mine

she said,

“I want to be erased, kill me now, or I will myself, no matter what it takes.”

Slowly walking towards

her we embraced in a hug.

Four knocks…

guards open large

medal door.

Stepping out of the threshold

she yelled, “I love you girl, don’t come back to My Hell. ”

the door slammed closed

for seventy-two hours

and three minutes later,

she was pronounced dead…,

never forgetting

a moment

because

she’s always in my head.

Here’s My Hand…

What I say may

sound silly

now

but

you’ll find

it to be true…,

I never thought

that

when we met

I would fall

in love with You.

You

are my

new beginning,

you’re

the door to

life beyond…,

you’re all

that I

could ever want

or ever

need to

carry on.

You’re

the future

I have

dreamed of,

you’re a new and brighter

day…,

with

You

there is

no looking

back,

the past

can fade away.

Socials

Everyday

ain’t

a joke

hee-hee

laughed

out loud

tickles

some

folks

frontin

inside

mixing

riddles

singing

notes

of the

despicable

life in

resentments

and

commitments

to

spoken

chatter

fun

as old

once

young,

wrinkles

in

roll backs

backstroking

memories

to drown

without

resuscitating

their faking,

making up

the next

to go to

Hell

baking,

hee-hee

laughed

out loud

thoughts

never

mistaken…,

keep it

moving

to the

end

of persuasion.

If it’s True…

Love comes

through the

eyes that see,

the ears

that hear,

and the

beautiful words

that makes feelings

clear…

If there’s one face

I want to see,

so handsomely

true,

one smile that

makes a difference

to everything

I do…

If there’s one touch

I long to feel,

one voice

I long to hear

whenever

I am happy

or just needing

you near…

If there’s one joy,

One Love

from which

I never want to part…

Its You!

My very special love,

my world, my life, my heart.