I added more and more,
so much the ideas pour,
i kept looking at things to add,
would it be driving me mad,
obsession to do more inside,
like taking a bite with mouth open wide,
am i doing too much all together,
but i don't doubt as i am clever,
pushing to the brink of overload,
but i want to go down this perfect road,
leads the way towards the happy place,
i just won't go without leaving a trace,
to follow me to your own road of pleasure,
as at the end of it is what you most treasure.

You dream and it was good,
what else needs to be understood,
make that dream become real,
because how else will you feel,
why sit and do nothing but exist,
do it now hurry up why do you resist,
happiness and experience happen if you go,
why does the answer have to be "no"
when stupid things are always "yes"
which leave you in a mess,
guaranteed good you hesitate,
so i will leave you to your fate.

spitting to the ground in a public place,
as people see it sickening in that space,
a dirty look from surrounding people near,
the person accused smelling of beer,
waiting at the crosswalk for a light to change,
he spits again with this one from a range,
sticking to the crosswalk button and dangling there,
the people look at him with an evil painful stare,
he smiles while they look because he is a dick,
proud of his golly because it was so green and thick,
from behind a woman did not see and stands ahead,
as people watch her fearing what they all dread,
she reaches out to press the button to hurry the light,
touching and spreading the spit giving her a fright,
pulling back from it with strings of slime,
as she looks around for who committed this crime,
seeing him giggle with a yellow teeth grin,
she takes out a tissue to use and puts it in a bin,
he stands forwards having no night of sleep,
as she imitates the sound of the crosswalk beep,
it causes him to step out and a car runs him down,
to die from his own spit causing him to drown.

myths of legend come near,
the wizards of the mountain appear,
warn of tides and quakes to come,
not believed by the town of some,
speech of danger to leave this place,
people hurry and begin to race,
thought to have all left the town,
with fear they will all sure drown,
that night the wizards come in,
their bones seen through pale skin,
they eat food and spoil themselves drunk,
but some people hide behind the tree trunk,
surprising the wizards to blame for a lie,
eating their food and leaving them dry,
the wizards just look at these unbelievers that remain,
knowing their death is now certain,
the wizards say nothing and just leave,
because they couldn't make these people believe,
now comes the wash of a tidal wave,
as the wizards watch but cannot save.

This can be called a song. so any of my singing friends. please have a crack at it.

Energy flows from all around,
passing through into the ground,
spreading about our universe,
we haven't had time to rehearse,

I care for our human race,
but it sometimes is a complete disgrace,
for all animals i care,
we haven't had money to repair,

broken hearts matter more now,
than we can ever allow,
hurt by one uses more,
energy begins to pour,

I care for our human race,
as we move at a slow pace,
for all animals i care,
the planet we can share,

a stolen object taken away,
may be returned another day,
but why it was stolen remains untold,
whats it matter if we still grow old,

I care for our human race,
objects are easy to replace,
for all animals i care,
objects mean nothing there,

destruction built in minds of the young,
as a song is peacefully sung,
mashing up the pretty flower,
to show evil over power,

I cared for the human race,
as we float around in space,
for the animals i care,
because they do not compare.

What do my recent friends mean to me,
i will let you know for all to see,
first there is the powers they hold,
this is why i write them to be told,

a man local to me with same views,
giving the shaken outlook for news,
life dealt him bad cards and he fought back,
always bringing the light from the black,

drawn to her by the sweetness of voice,
listening and licking with a hug of choice,
a friendship that grows each time we meet,
as her songs continue to always be sweet,

a boy grown to a man with no shame,
for i will not need to tell you his name,
also a singer that grows on you,
a very appreciative person too,

at the side of the previous is her,
a pure heart to give an answer,
gentle in her touch of friendships light,
one day i hope to hold her in a hug tight,

meeting them all in a group,
with more fitting in this perfect loop,
i shall put more like this here,
as they move closer near.

roaches scatter the floors of the factory full of food,
with posters of women on the walls completely nude,
a loud cough is heard that echoes through,
as clouds of smoke plume to bring him into view,
speaking words to introduce as he listens perhaps,
then just turning to follow pointing to mishaps,
stepping around the heavy things rusty and sharp,
then coming to the back of the place to look under tarp,
a body there among the bugs eating the remains,
decayed so much around the skin you could see brains,
kneeling down to take a closer look as the worker stays,
smoking his cigarette that put him in a daze,
revealing the person fell and died a slow death,
writing in blood on the floor until his last breath,
a word written to reveal he was pushed from above,
moving the body a little using a sterile glove,
showing a name and that of the worker behind,
a slow drop of the tarp to not show the find,
turning around to see a look from him so mean,
as now the blackness shows all that is unseen.

swinging sword crashes hard again,
blocking the impact but still feeling pain,
the battle rages on but each side keeps strong,
when in the middle of it all something doesn't belong,
a little girl stands in the center of this fight,
as each side begins to not feel it is right,
her seeing the death and pain with spurting blood,
seeing her with eyes crying a river of cheeks flood,
innocent mind now broken by the hate of them all,
seeing the brave men suddenly fall,
stopping the battle as she drops to her knees,
only hearing the wind pass through the trees,
a sword drops to the ground of the field,
along with the heavy golden shield,
the men remaining all kneel with her too,
understanding the pain they thought they knew,
they destroy each other but really their own,
as it took the mind of an innocent for them to be shown.

painless man screams when hurt,
emotional feelings are more alert,
physical pain is manageable at best,
but what about the rest,
the fear we experience is more,
leaving us emotionally sore,
painless doesn't exist at all,
for even the mightiest can fall,
love opens a gate for invaders to kill,
allowing one you trust to fill,
the gap in your space now complete,
mistakes of pain to never repeat,
but we do them anyway to see a difference,
going back to times needed to reference,
our memories are built to remember pain,
bad things stay circling in our brain.

Walking in the dark then doing a dance,
swiping across the shirt and down the pants,
wiggling fingers through webs quick,
then using arms to give them a flick,
pausing for a moment to check if something crawls,
while looking to the ground for anything that falls,
imagination sees something gripping tight,
but unable to see clearly in the night,
removing the shirt just in case,
not worried about the bodies disgrace,
then seeing another near the knee,
it could just be a part of a tree,
removing them too and throwing away,
not planned on this happening today,
only underpants with a heart racing of fear,
then suddenly over the eyes it begins to appear,
stuck in the hair and sliding in front of the eyes,
unable to move and unable to shout any cries,
leaning forwards as it climbs the web back,
touching the skin and almost causing a heart attack,
building confidence to hit it to the ground,
swiping hard and hearing a cracking sound,
stepping backwards as it follows still attached,
how can the large and the so small be evenly matched,
swinging arms to find the still holding thread,
cutting it quick from the top of the head,
running the other way and not looking behind,
straight through another one stronger designed.