Sir Sad Face

Oh Mr Angry Face
You are so silly. gruffly thrust, keep me at bay
when all I want is to be away.

Prince in your space
Nilly but not willy. circle with one mind in way
When she will want to get away

Oh Sir Sad Face
You are so loving. "Why is it that she must stray?"
The only answer this: His name.

stale slices crumble in my mouth

hidden and shrunken away
light beckons

with strobe distortion
sudden and seizing
open doors and unlocked windows implode
wreckage spewed
with perfection well patterned

I goodbey
(because bye's are to hard for this glass house)
and slink when His will
is to till
and (click repeat track)
is to till to till till

wreckage right
and ripe for the mullet maker
I mustn't be still
when His will
is to till
and (click repeat track)
is to till to till till

crank volume "Invite!"
resound as loud as light!

paper cuts

let loose at full force
paper cuts like steel
reinforced concrete.

fold after fold
crumple upon crumple
a samurai sword takes shape
and I'm un-armed

whipping wind sapping me of simple
whirling water wrapping me all arounded
almost drounded but glory story
neither sink nor swim, yet

safety.
...such safety
until the time I'm pushed.
this time I'm pushed.

because safety rots the teeth
and paper cuts
like steel
reinforced concrete

drained

stunned i become liquid
sliding down the drain
I slip in and around,
thin metal drain stopper.
no rip to grip.
and I am caught.

while i wanted reversed direction
I now long for motion,
any kind.

stagnate with this blockage beneath.

make me basic to melt this bio-matter!
mass of growth
massive growth tapping me
and sapping me.

i solidify imprisoned
careful to keep clean from clog like infection.
"I wait and wait for a doom-ed date"
in length of time. Yet star like pin holes are larger in person
"I am so small
I am so nothing"
only in ending, but I must build to such endings

Build with bricks
muck for mud
hair for straw.

personal exodus exceeding cylinder
collapse this construct entire.

starlight becomes daylight
when I fight

Salomon

Listen Abby: You're not at your post
While you slump like most, your place hangs higher in the sky.
And I'm placed to say 'Dear Phishface?'
I think not, that you have got your case at its base.
While you swim in sand,
the water waits and, You have home hanging round your neck!
Are we such to be back burned as second? I reckon you are a billion burners deep by now
So how can the bridges keep coming? The Kings son as an arsonist is a portrait appropriate.
Please, oh please put down your matches and come inside the city gate. You can't burn tHis bridge but those around you suffer from the heat. Beat out your where abouts. Map in the source of this sin and bring balm to your brother. My scars run deeper than you know, though how could you? You are two burners ahead by now.

That water waits, but it aims to win with out whimper.
You dream of a life simpler, and all you need is to grasp an eternal flame.
Not the same as you apply to those wondering why they sting and cinder.
I talk so as to cease this
I stalk and I'll not miss when I aim to break this cycle. step to the side, Oh please to the side, away with this ride.


You need not break with it.

bah-leet

Do not smile
Dear one
You'll wake the sleeping
for your smile brings out the sun

Do not open your eyes
Dear one
you'll wake the sleeping
for you eyes sing resounding joy

Be still
Dear one
for even your twitch is a ballet worthy of Ovation
that could wake the sleeping

Do not sing
Dear one
You'll wake the sleeping
for your song shakes the foundations

Do not laugh
Dear one
You'll wake the sleeping
for your laughter is infectious

Do not even speak
Dear one
for your words despell the coma

Thank you don

racing brain and sure
with Faith so pure of His plan
All I can follow to lead with closing door
this healing core

pieced together with love like glue
I praise you G-d. Moments strung together
I learn. self so stern, to myself to stern.
weighty work out
deep muscle burn

I weep dry
folding my face to Picaso sized comedy.
and laughter grows deep within.
bottom of the bin. my giftings gift
not so swift, but all the more in store
Big blessings abound!
Look around and Praise!
Our G-d Reigns!