Godsend

A flood of peace,
Swept through my soul,
It temporarily patched the hole,
And made me feel,
Almost whole.

I was able to sleep,
More than a wink,
Like I hadn’t,
In almost a week.

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But let’s back up,
To when thunder struck,
And every imaginable,
Type of hurt,
Made me wish I was under,
Six feet of dirt.

There were hot spots and cold fronts,
But I must be a dunce,
For I held out hope,
That this time I may be taken,
As more than a joke.

The hot spots did not last long,
They were like maybe just the first bar,
And the cold fronts were endured,
As long as the rest of the song went on.

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So back now to present time,
I could not think,
There was every negative emotion,
Swirling through my head,
Like a storm out in the ocean.

I tried to calm down,
But as no definitive dreams came,
My mind continued to drown,
Then I remembered a trick,
That can solve any problem,
And the only thing needed,
Is a certain book about two inches thick.

Without a doubt,
It was time for supernatural help,
Answers weren’t coming on their own,
I’d have to conjure them alone.

So out came the giant purple volume,
And I closed my eyes,
To ask about the burden,
Eating me up inside.

I call this my magic eight ball,
And it always answers when I call,
My hands were guided to the exact needed excerpt,
And I was prompted to pay attention most especially,
To the one numbered as twenty.

Oh I don’t know why I was even surprised,
The response was just what I had surmised,
And that night I was able to close my eyes,
And sleep for the first time in ages,
Soundly until the time came to rise.

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Now if the patch can hold,
Until the conclusion,
At what’s bound to be,
One hell of a reunion……….

Love, Be Gone!

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I don’t like it,
So if that’s what this is,
Its hold on me,
Has got to give.
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Oh yes,
You bet it’s true,
Heart disease,
Is a most deadly killer,
But it’s not about that organ failing,
On which I stake my complaints,
I’m meaning more toward,
When it’s bruised and torn,
And makes us want to wail,
Because someone else,
Has made it mourn.

Such a deadly disease,
That eventually,
Befalls us all,
And sad but true,
If it hasn’t yet,
It’ll get you too.

Its fatality rate,
Is not known,
But if I were to debate,
On if it’s high,
I’d push to the affirmative,
As even though,
You may be alive,
You can’t really live.

Though able to move freely,
You’re paralyzed,
From a brain swirling,
With flashbacks of lies.

A smile that,
Goes on for miles,
Suddenly replaced,
With a wan face,
Brought on by nausea,
From that tormented mind,
And now your days are trials.

Years of torture,
Had fucking well better not be my future,
Knock on wood,
That it doesn’t take,
Much time to heal it,
Because I’m sick to death,
Of feeling like shit.

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I don’t like it,
So if that’s what this is,
Its hold on me,
Has got to give.
********************

Hidden Dangers

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Watch your back,
The world’s on crack,
Be careful when trusting one,
Unless you’re ready to take on,
A loaded gun.

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A fly on the wall,
As they sipped on cocktails,
The things heard,
Quite absurd.

A spy disguised,
As one of them,
Their secrets prized,
Now stolen by outsider eyes.

A turtle that moves,
Slow as fuck,
Unnoticed by you,
Because you were drunk,
He heard you spilling your guts,
To a trusted friend,
Heard every word,
From beginning to end.

A bird on a branch,
As your thirst is quenched,
Sitting your ass,
On the secluded bench,
Now you’re rested,
It’s seen what you resume,
When you go back to doing whatever,
Alone, of course,
Well…..
So you assume……

Your child at play,
On your bad day,
Too young you think,
To absorb background happenings,
The next day things that went down,
Get told to one,
Then continue to make,
Their way around.

Going out,
On a stormy winter night,
Thinking this will hide,
Your dirty deed tonight,
But,
………WRONG!
As you are hidden,
So is the other,
Because the storm,
Was that good of a cover.

A snake in the grass,
Posed as one having your ass,
Presently inside your world,
Knowing you through and through,
Until one day,
You they overthrew,
Now suddenly,
They’re through with you.

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Watch your back,
Cut no one slack,
There’s always a knife,
Poised and ready for attack.

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Lock, Stock, And Barrel

What is 100 proof?

It is full strength,

Not watered down,

Not diluted.

100 proof,

Comes off as in-your-face,

It is flamboyant,

And not for the faint of heart.

If angst is inside,

It should fucking shine,

Not be kept bottled up inside,

So others won’t think you corrupt,

But the same can be said,

For experiencing joy or pain,

And even of feeling mundane.

Own yourself,

At 100 proof,

Don’t go all lame,

To become a crowd pleaser,

Camouflage,

To acquire an unnecessary entourage –

……….That’s just too fucking ridiculous.

Not many can take me,

At 100 proof,

They expect everyone and everything,

To be just like them,

To speak and act and react,

A replica of what they would,

Newsflash motherfuckers,

I’m not a brainless block of wood!

There’s many things,

That come 100 proof,

People, faith, and alcohol,

Do you have it?

Can you take it?

Or will the trust put in you be shaken?

Inspirations From Lig-Mik-Bed

The unsuccessful outcast,

The little piece of shit,

One of few labeled a piece of trash,

In a world chock-full of unrealized garbage.

You know,

The one who takes the fall,

Wishing only to blend in with the wall,

While being labeled a culprit,

Forced to take that fall,

For others’ bullshit.

The black sheep if you will,

Taking unrelenting taunting,

It seems it’s always something,

Family, friend, enemy,

It’s all the same,

I believe frenemy,

Is the proper name.

Of absolute unimportance,

Just a stupid maverick,

The face of whom,

Makes them sick.

The rebel the renegade the prodigal one,

Tries to keep under everyone’s radar,

Yet each action is noticed,

And just another reason,

To be the subject for everyone’s fun.

The topic of lies told,

And when these falsehoods unfold,

It’s the disgraced one who’s forced to be bold,

To go out of their way,

To save their own ass,

Then is accused,

Of having no class.

Fuck these assholes,

The ones afore referred to,

As unrealized garbage,

They front behind a façade,

When they go off on their tirade,

Not giving a fuck,

That they are causing undue strife,

In another’s life.

And to these assholes,

The ones afore referred to,

As unrealized garbage,

If you are one,

Try to understand,

You’ve been seen through,

And the ‘trash’ wants no more to do with you.

Yes this one you have labeled,

As weird and not normal,

Has cut you off,

So let’s not be fake,

And think of more lies to make,

Don’t put on a show,

Just shut the fuck up and go,

You’ve been dismissed,

A backbone has grown,

And it’s now known,

You’ve always been foe.

The Unfortunate Truth

Speeding down the highway,

A creep screams and shouts,

Terror threats is what he’s going on about,

Not sure how these people get brainwashed like this,

But that shit makes my blood boil,

Make my insides clench and coil.

Bible thumpers here and there,

Pushing their religions everywhere,

None agree but each one is right,

All are hypocritical,

They’re worse even than those who get all political,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

People, people everywhere,

With eyes that wander here and there,

Physically one is right beside you,

Yet in mind and heart they’re all but through,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

An organization ‘for the good of the people’,

Although they’re poisoning the food supply,

Monsanto keeps feeding their bullshit lie,

There are gullible who believe it,

They think disease epidemics and obesity,

Is such a fucking mystery,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Animal cruelty,

Where the most worthy of all creation,

Get starved and shot and beaten,

By monsters known as humans,

Somehow an eye for an eye,

Is not always the law’s reply,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Whispers shared between two,

The one it’s about,

Has not a clue,

They’re the best of ‘friends’,

‘Til his back is turned,

Then without a thought,

It’s him his friends spurn,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Humanity’s issues,

Too many to make known,

It must be wondered,

At the end of the day,

If it’s even worth hoping,

These problems might someday go away,

Evil seems bred in our bones,

Some are strong and can overcome,

But most of the population,

Is just fuckin’ dumb.

Actually, You Suck

Mind your business,

You piece of shit,

Too bad for you,

If you don’t like it,

It’s my life to live,

And not one fuck is given,

About your opinion.

Not being traditional,

Does not warrant a pill,

I think you may just need to chill,

You are not superior,

Just stop being so bossy,

If you don’t want me to act so saucy.

My calling is not good enough,

To you it just screams trashy,

God forbid I’m unlike you,

An idiot I must be,

Since I’m lacking your degree,

I guess that must mean,

I could never be ‘perfect’ like you,

You’re just so fuckin’ classy.

You assume yourself a saint,

For choosing silence over sound,

On your temper you put a restraint,

Your logic says you appear angelic,

For leaving opinions unsaid,

But I see through this false front you paint,

I see that you’re a prick.

I have a problem,

It must be solved with option A or option B,

You insist I should be just like you,

By choosing option C,

But C does not exist for me,

And behind closed doors,

I know your life does not flow smoothly,

Like the false front you paint,

For outsiders to see.

A loser you say,

You have this,

I do not have that,

I can see what you’ve got,

You forget I am not blind,

And I can use my own mind,

Here that thing is just not wanted,

And to me that ‘awesome’ thing,

It’s just stupid shit,

So be mad,

Feel hate,

I know all about,

The false front that you paint.

What I have my hands have earned,

How it’s spent will be my choice,

As will be anything you hear,

Uttered by my voice,

I do not strive to be a saint,

And a false front I will not paint.

Do not expect my sympathy,

Next time Karma comes a-knocking,

You talk shit about me,

When I have a calamity,

I like seeing the tables turned,

Maybe you’ll wake up with newfound empathy.

Mood Seasons

Life’s issues are not your fault,

And you are worth your salt,

Whatever happens,

Whatever you’re told,

You are worth your weight in gold.

Sometimes a mind is like Summer,

There are sunny thoughts that manifest,

Until someone has the nerve,

To put a person to the test.

Each day starts out as Summer,

When you wake up from your slumber,

If you’re lucky it stays that way,

Until it’s time again to hit the hay.

Spring arrives when nothing goes your way,

Apparently today,

Just wasn’t meant to be your day,

Your coffee is cold,

That thing you wanted,

Is already sold.

But these are just unimportant matters,

Nothing that will put your life in tatters.

Fall showing up is bad,

But not as bad as it could be,

A horrid thing may happen,

It may make you sad,

Or really, really mad.

Things like money troubles suck,

Maybe someone hit your truck,

That person you thought you liked,

May have shown that they’re in fact a schmuck.

Instead of your temper flaring,

These are difficulties you may not feel like sharing,

You will likely want to be alone,

And if someone comes a-knocking,

You’ll pretend that you’re not home.

Never keep Winter bottled up,

For more reasons than one,

If someone decides,

To use you for their fun,

Or stick their nose,

Where it doesn’t belong,

By all means,

Make them feel the need to run.

You’ll go crazy if you let them,

Feel like all is well,

When it’s your mind they’re putting through hell.

You are not to be made,

To feel less than the best,

You are not to put up with,

Being told how to live,

Remember there are some things,

You should not forgive.