Rivers meet and flow together through the rocky pass,
bending streams around the curve splashing on the grass,
waves of pressure push and pull the sides of the bank,
collapsing the side where the animals once drank,
a larger rock above falls after its support was the broken ground,
smashing into the moving waters with a cracking echoed sound,
blocking the waters flow and causing it to build up high,
changing the course of the river to touch where it was always dry,
escaping to the nearest lower point which was a deep cave,
powerful rains of liquid crash through in an unstoppable wave,
bursting thin rock and plants pulled from their roots,
swirling spirals of whirlpools gurgle in all alternate routes,
spewing out the bottom of the mountain cave with a blast,
as the river flows to the ocean after being bypassed.

You may not be the first i look at when i sign in,
but when i see your name it certainly gives me a grin,
you may not think i am important enough to say hello,
but then sometimes I won't say it for our friendship to grow,
you may not need me at all times in the daily struggles,
but when we see each other it will always be huggles,
you may now say hello to me because i am about to,
but i could hesitate in doing that because i could disturb you.

Frustrations built but always a mistake,
heavy loads carried too much to take,
filling pressure hugs and bounds,
as air is gasped by soaking surrounds,
so much at once the panic sets in,
as patience worn turns very thin,
frustrations built but not always wrong,
this defines the weak from the strong.

It was a friend who was treated really bad,
her relationship with him made me mad,
she thought i was jealous of what she has with him,
but i could see his wits were the most dim,
each day she would come to me,
explain the bad things that i could see,
beaten down from his heavy rain,
she cannot leave to bring more pain,
then i asked 'do you want to leave?'
she said "Yes" would you believe,
so i gave her strength and did it my way,
then she reached out and told me to stay,
they broke up and she was happy once more,
he told her she was a slut and a whore,
it all bounced off her like bullets against ground,
then suddenly the end came with no sound,
i think to forget that bad memory of this past,
she shut me out with no word said last,
i tried to reach but she kept her 'cool'
then i left her alone because i am the fool.

chases run through the busy street,
passing by people starting to eat,
they watched as police went by,
this making babies in prams cry,
causing people to talk about these things,
as one picks up his fat covered chicken wings,
sipping their drinks made of sugar slime,
the taste of artificial colours of lime,
more laughter from a face fat too,
his eyes look down at the oily residue,
another order is placed at the window side,
as the customer thinks while his children decide,
excited about seeing the chase,
with lit up eyes and pale face,
another siren is heard along the road,
an ambulance at the intersection slowed,
greasy faced man jokes about its pass,
as he eats more adding to his fat ass,
when they leave to go home from the shop,
coming to an accident and then they stop,
a death occurred that very night,
sprayed by blue and red flashing light,
an innocent was killed by the chased car,
passing they can see from where they are,
no more jokes are said as they return,
and he doesn't complain about his minor heartburn.

held palm of consolidated hand,
looking down as they all understand,
people pass dressed in black,
as she was widowed from his heart attack,
waited by his side in the hospital bed,
with tubes inside to out he bled,
a held palm of consolidated love,
now he joined with the stars above.

narrow halls echo sounds of stepping feet,
wind through them brings a smell of sweet,
aromas flow to the nose laying in bed,
with a pillow or two wrapped around the head,
wrinkled flesh desires the wrinkled meal,
cooked dark and black hard to cut with steel,
placed by the bed as muscles awake,
a groaning sound made from the painful ache,
gripping the knife and stabbing it down,
cutting through the black to the darker brown,
slices heard going on the plate,
anger in eating from his full of hate,
biting down hard with a chomp of teeth that remain,
although full of hate he does not complain,
sinking his head into the pillows while chewing,
he then gets some stuck and begins spewing,
holding his neck gasping for air,
but others were told to leave him there,
reaching out his hands but nothing to hold,
he dies there but was already stone cold.

Fallen lords of light and darkness lay,
as the servant to the light was told to stay,
he eventually walks out to see his lords dead,
all cut apart and decapitated head,
the final two killed each other last,
shot each other light and dark blast,
another servant to the darkness comes out,
he sees his lord dead and parts laying about,
the servant of light looks at the servant of dark,
knowing some small powers of the bright lit spark,
the dark servant knows shadows and clouds,
as he observed his lords practice cloaking and shrouds,
tears stream down the dark servants face,
but with the light no tears seem to come or show any trace,
the dark servant asks why he does not cry,
as he reaches and touches his bottom of the eye,
the light servant squints as he is no longer a slave,
thinking happy thoughts his lords are at their grave,
but the dark servant kneels saddened by their death,
holding in exploding by the exhale of his quivering breath,
the dark servant kisses the forehead of his lord,
as the light servant walks away as love is a pain he cannot afford.

Fallen into a heap over the weekend,
having any energy was only pretend,
could barely stand for long periods on feet,
hoping i get energy from something i eat,
still sitting down and thinking about doing more,
if i stood up again i would only fall to the floor,
then monday comes around and i suddenly feel fine,
sparked up an engine around eight or nine,
why does the energy flow only during the week,
and why does the routine have a high energy peak.

Motivation is coming soon,
to its power i am not immune,
pressures build to do more,
just need to get the feet on the floor,
need the blood to begin to flow,
the push of coffee from the swallow,
start to move and begin the day,
but my mind says just in bed i will stay,
then comes the moment when i must stand,
at the days clock to fill its demand,
with a roll to the side and blinks of each eye,
i stood up and still wondered why,
then remembered its sunday get back in bed,
but i got up and now my brain started in my head.