I-Saw-It-Glisten

One small moment in time, is all it takes, before it all comes crashing down. The wind from your sails whisked away, the illusion of joy leaves the day, your smile is now a frown. Meaningless, Talent-less, the truth glares into your very soul.. Dreary eyed, wearied mind, you soon crawl into an eerie hole. Each opportunity purloined ..by a horrible existence to which you were joined. Yet exist you still must, growing rust, a mere shell of what you could have been.. To the fading ember of life, hold fast, yet bemoan the past, as slowly depression creeps in.

IT twists. IT turns...it actually burns. A spirit to grasp though not thine, a bit of a gasp in ones infinite shrine. Needs must meet, grinding the wheat of a stubborn heart. The froth of a hopeful broth is a start. To do good, the indecently decent deeds that are demanded of all, whatever it takes them break your fall. Doubled edged and double minded, hardened and glad, hammer my being before I go bad. Spoiled is the cost...the spoil reaped from the toil heaped, in an instant, one's youth is lost. Escape your prisons, scrap your lesions, pain is the ultimate fantasy. Hold your anger, bury the past, what little that's left is hard to see.

You've got mail, oh joy it's a male.. Smoking blue, the ashes of what you've hobbled through, finally presents a happiness to you. From whom he comes, hatred seethes forth towards your kin that's estranged.. You know who would be present if you weren't deranged. I won't speak, I won't leap, no I won't say a word, still it hurts and it stings.. go on flipping your bird. To the ones who showed compassion through your lies and your fraud, till you let someone in that to you was a God. Did you expect the disrespect to be taken in stride, just to appease your manipulative bride? On a pedestal she sits, her command is your will, yes slowly she hook

It is warm, but I am cold. The night is young, but I grow old. A nothingness am I, and yet I am all that I am. Shall I ingest this rotting ham..? Food is no comfort for a woe unfettered This moment called good would be unjustly flattered I could be content and peaceful yes? What have do I have yet to confess? All is on me, so many weights that aren't mine to heft. I'll be thus consumed, till nothing's left.

What a deathly stone to dwell upon such as this. Say goodbye, blow them a kiss. How hastily time marches on, born and immediately decaying. Don't look now, your hair is greying. Youth doth curdle with each new hurdle. And even all you know will fall, yes and all whom you've wished to know as well... Into heaven or into hell. Hear now the screaming of a world in bloody torment. And prick a needle through each eye so you no longer see them die.

What a dysfunction near the junction I am in. Bloody relations converse still within. But in the dark outer places, nobody talks to unknown faces. For kindness they'll say creep!. For meanness likewise you'll reap. No path to be found.. in hanging around. Oh yes I've been around but not in, observe closely...for you're not quite a friend. Worst yet would be what's not clearly shown, as to why shut your mouth just because I'm unknown. Is it snobbery, are you afraid of statistical robbery? Yet after all this time, The trophy of dysfunction is mine.. To bare! and rightfully still, a badge I should wear. For the slime in my life has corrupted me

Such a skillful kill..yes such emotional genocide takes good skill. Practice well over the years, to fill with silk the peevish ears. Stone faced, keeping pace, saving grace. How often it's necessary, to kill the unordinary? Stifle harder, stiffle harder! Let apathy, lethargy and indifference rule over each speech made.... For keeping peace, the only grade.

It'll happen someday! You'll get there! Yes that will surely be so! Really? REALLY!? How do you know.... While sure your intentions and wishes were right, look to the future that sails nearer each night. Look to it now, see how it's not bright... Nay it is dark, why still deny it? Is the truth so shameful that you fear to try it? Fordoomed to bleakness, as you sink into weakness.. Should time stop on a whim? One doth sit near enabling him. No caution...Won't listen, won't turn... can't say a word. To a mind when it seems too frail to learn.

Could it be that your mind has been jaded? Your crippled spirit..has it finally faded? Putting all you have into one bowl is risky, your heart might just lose some of it's whisky. And little by little you lost more and more as each bowl you trusted leaked out on the floor. Dircouraged you stood still without drinking, drying up slowly, just sighing and thinking. But now that the floor is all dry and bare.. a new bowl rolls up to you standing there. Beckoning with a smile, it tarries for a while, showing it's curves... And giving more patience than you'd ever deserve. Not a tear to be seen in it's lovely basin, to fill it up quickly your heart

A stench rises foul through the air put forth to breathe. A multitude cries out with a prattling seethe. Still no one will venture forth..turn away from the south as the smell carries north. A small few may seek to clear the winds that linger, yes a few may still yearn to lift more than a finger.. But what is a few to many a cause of stenches so bad they can make the world pause. Keep clean while you can all you wretches, yes fill up your cup. Your lifestyle may finally be catching up