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!”
Storms in
my eyes
heaviness in
my heart
and silence in
my voice
to
collateral damage in
someone else’s
war
against
themselves
as knives
slices
straight
to the
point,
the same
boiling
water
softens the
potato
hardens
the egg
to break
into
shattered
pieces
of tiny
shells
bare and vulnerable
to its
yolk core,
exposed
to
even sugar
looking
like salt
until
no more.
Wiping the
eyes
from sleep,
laid down
too long
in lullabies
of nightmares,
tossing
ping-pong
wrongs
that didn’t belong
in the cranium,
displaying
dismantling
messages
in megapixels
resolution,
stepping on
arched feet
tip toeing
around the
hardships
warped by
Solutions
sweeping Tomorrow’s
away…,
Sound the Alarm
in noise!
Wake up, to
moving
with poise
facing Today,
as anyday
staying
WOKE.
Waking up to the alarm clock on Monday’s are tough,
the creator of the weekend break knew the work week was rough.
Only two-days for a weekend is really not long enough.
Working five days a week,
at boring job that is interesting or unique,
trying to survive to save money before you are too old or weak.
It does not matter if you are chasing after career goals,
or working to punch in and out the time clock to meet the payroll.
A three-day weekend should be up for vote,
or at least have an option for discussion that we all can promote.
If getting up on Monday’s is not what you seek,
than you agree
the work week needs a tremendous tweak.
To have a three-day weekend will be more than generous,
to sleep late or become more athletic or adventurous.
Just as long as Monday is not the day to start.
Tuesday will be the best day to set the work week apart.
Plus, working four days a week rather than five is very smart,
more time for anything other than Work to capture your heart.
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.
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.
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.
