Into the garbage goes all i confess,
vanishing away into the decaying mess,
forgotten germs spreading in their own rot,
no longer a thought which now i forgot,
straightened poses shield the dreams,
as forever a time further down streams,
A blistering call from the unknown,
speaking words filthy with a groan,
someone went through the bin that very night,
making those confessions not alright,
taking that which is secret to turn back,
brought to my attention in a personal attack,
sickening freak on the other end of the line,
those personal things were originally mine,
but now in the hands of another to gaze,
turning my mind into a broken craze.

Desert hills of swirling sands,
crossing peaks across the lands,
soaking rivers groove cracked lines,
trees grow up at the top combines,
blowing winds heard through branches leaves,
speaking to us but no one believes,
deep caves howl from the same,
calling out their given name,
mountain rocks hold strong,
up there where nothing is wrong,
the sky glows near dark of orange set,
with the beauty of life we will never forget.

Sat at the table with food in mouth full,
feeling the absorbing and energy pull,
drawing in deep from the surrounding hate,
the mind of the angered up too late,
feeling the pressures that could be eased,
but with this hatred within he couldn't be pleased,
the chewing grinds and breaks apart inside,
as another is bitten by a mouth open wide,
swallowing deeply the stolen emotional ache,
just fixing it without permission to take,
bare the thoughts of another with pain,
just to repeat the same tomorrow again.

Yes, i wrote those just off the top of my head,
it just comes to me what you just read,
i never prepared before i put fingers to keys,
so it just comes at the time everyone first sees,
small corrections made of spelling mistakes,
and that few minutes is all this thing takes,
i actually get sick of the not entertaining things,
of what this facebook crap constantly brings,
copy this from here to say something fun,
but its nothing your own brain has ever done,
some people write things from their own mind,
as doing these little story rhymes helps me unwind.

the eyes close and cross under the forever blink,
with no time left and nothing more to think,
darkness it would be if not for a belief,
maybe a sadness but to some a relief,
perhaps there is something else after all,
and the part we play here is only small,
a journey forever and time is not real,
this could change the outlook we feel,
holding on to that which we have lost,
just being worried always how much it will cost,
taken away into rainbows of beautiful dreams,
as nothing at the end most believe it seems.

After the long wait in the unknown place,
returning to the group to an unknown face,
learning about that one through others eyes,
putting you down as this other tries,
not fitting in that group no more,
being mistaken in returning not sure,
the group lost a part when you left,
taken a vital part blamed for theft,
broken the bonds which held true,
because you thought it was all about you,
now replaced by another who holds their ground,
the circle now complete and forever bound.

I never knew that before,
not knowing even more,
needless to say it never arrived,
as nothing ever could have survived,
maybe there is another but i know not,
i can't remember or i have forgot,
why am i here if i am not there,
who can i have with me to share,
i could be lost but i know where it is,
as him is her and she is his,
maybe i am confused by that,
the upside down welcome mat,
no coins in my poor wealth,
as long as i have my less health

Out the window the gravity took hold,
the words flowed into the story told,
in the dreams they scatter letters away,
if only the mind could make them stay,
closing down with paper gripped,
to open it again showing it ripped,
now the words will never show,
and how can another reader ever know,
perhaps another copy is near by,
but then if not important i will wonder why,
it never gained the fame is deserved,
which is why it never was reserved.

Piles of rubbish scatter the lands,
all pieces thrown by millions of hands,
but if those same hands picked up the same,
we wouldn't have this land of dirty shame,
many people working as one,
could make this place a place of fun,
but we use greed and war to take control,
and end up digging a deeper darker hole,
hurting is the main focus of peace,
assuring the firing will soon cease,
hows about just stopping and getting along,
because we only do something when its all gone wrong.

The beauty swept in light over the surface flows,
swirling in the corners beginning brightness glows,
consuming the fibers of the lesser parts,
bending the hardest metals as the melting starts,
smoke pours and covers all the light,
greys of blackness dimmed flickering bright,
exploding the flammable until oxygen deprives,
burning and smouldering until more arrives,
dares not to open the door of fears re-ignition,
not without first asking the light for permission,
twisting the end with moisture sprayed strong,
dousing the burnt embers all the way along,
pieces fall after pulling out of the darkened place,
as a sign of relief crosses the red face.