Life’mares

Cold sweats, he shooked

in and out of death,

silently whispering confession

of dark nightmares

hated

for years later

till death,

pointed a gun

in tears

to his left

lobe

erasing all fears

he let go

to leave

out of

misery…,

To

hunting me

again

he hasn’t left…

breathing the same whispers

at night,

tugging my pillow from

left to right,

hugging sheets

of repeated

whispers

hunted

sleepless

to praying

“My God Please…, take

this

PTSD away from

Me!”

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Write Out

pen

talk

to my heart

leaking out

red ink

to an emptiness

void

sealed up

like Fort Knoxx

pumping rapidly

destroying

all happiness

as if

it’s

my fault…,

constantly

jabbing

round for round

nagging the past

as an emotional hoarder,

a perfect recorder

rewinding

to press play to

AGONY

when it

wanna…,

to sores

healed enough

but,

not enough

to keep

refilling

to

repeated

tragedies

and defeats

in a mind

struggling

to live

life

glee.

Now or Never

Loving the

fire in my

soul

and grace

in my

heart

of an

organic growth

without

pesticides

dieseling

droplets

to destroy

the beauty

bits and

ugly parts

blossoming

up

to

new ways

to love

me

gently.

Sunnyside

to a funnyside

of the

mental,

massaging

the

patience

to adore

all which

ain’t had

before,

MYSELF

out of the

dirt.

A Balled up

bud

buried to

the generic

genetics as

a seed

bursting

to prosper

and flourish

naturally

as Me.

Crossroads

Alone

sitting

under

insecurities

clouds

rain

strikes

lightning

all around

my

way

refused

to moved

sitting

back

anyway

into

my wrestling

mind

reflecting

life

as loving eyes

become

lost

hard times

stay

tough

and

street crimes

accumulates

enough

blood lost

of

humanity

to

witness

more insanity

in families

reloading the

shots

aimed

and ready

to pull

the trigger

in

cruel

intentions

to blast the

wicked

into

retaliation

ways of

Street Justice

for Us…,

Clearly,

mirroring

the same horrific

horror

in

tears flowing

out

drenching

hidden

rupture

hearts

choking on

reality

for

years

or not

to

hid away

in the dark

or not…,

Haven’t

moved from

lightning

why not…,

sitting

back to

Alone

anyway

or gone

anyday.

That is That!

portrait by JoeEngland

Get back…,

OR

it’s payback,

to

attack

a hot tension

stacked

intuition

build-up,

unraveling,

holding together,

in a day

of light

to

brewing grey

smoke

percolating

at the

seams,

poofing

future dreams

into

Asphalt…,

oh, its mean

to say

BOO and get spooked…,

Step Back,

OR

lay flattered

on the mixture gravel

regurgitating

chunks of

lies

accumulated

from the inside

of You…,

Walk

Backwards

Away,

into the

cave

sculpting

the beginning

to the endings

of Your

short sentences,

as the

END.

Life Jacket

Floating far away

from shore

backstroking

through

the oceanic

into

a life

No One

needs to

explore,

Mine…,

having no

clue in

shoreline

directions

swimming

freestyle into

an attached

anchor of

exhaustion…,

up and down

in panic attacks

breaths in

endurance

taken in

saltwater on

each

breaststroke

for

survival

for what?

What did I do?

What can I do?

An individual

medley

dangerously

too gone

under

for

a SOS message.

Ocean Waves

Sounds all the same,

Crashing, Clashing…,

Rushing in-Rushing out…,

shifting sands

blown in

many winds

air

travel far and near

to

breathe- in

the Ocean.

A

single

Polaroid picture

alone

frozen

weakness

in a

selfie

uneasy

to sit

Slick,

get dirty,

or

be rocky,

cocky,

to

Smile

or

don’t

digging in

ten toes

into

beach sand

before

water waves.

Boogers to

brush

faces others

won’t or don’t

ain’t

NO

cares

on the

Beaches

to

feel-in the waves

in

feelings

of

tears

running-in and running-out,

crashing and clashing,

away

drops

blown cool

in the breezy

wavy-chill-waves.

Nurturing

the

sounds

as a blanket

sitting

Still

amongst shifting

sands

to the

waves

that

sounds

All

the same.