i dunno why i used to struggle,
my best expression was a huggle,
couldn't put together a word or sum,
the teacher called me very stupid and dumb,
he will amount to nothing was said,
something wrong inside my head,
but as i left feeling like a fool,
a realization this was meant to be a school,
things begin to make sense later on,
but that's too late when your gone,
now i put together words of encouragement and power,
as my mind was just a late blooming flower,
building complex machines and making more,
adding to my own central processing core,
thought i would accomplish nothing told by an educated mind,
as soon after i left there i could leave them far behind,
returned not two years after leaving that place,
to fix something for them with a part to replace,
finding it was something simple and obvious all along,
the look on the teachers face was showing she was wrong.

Stresses build in the mind of the queen,
as her husbands murder was bitter and mean,
ordered his death because he was a cheat,
the assassin hired kept it clean and neat,
she acted to the guards that they were attacked,
they sent out men to hunt the assassin easily tracked,
finding him near the river and captured fast,
bringing him back to the castle last,
the queen with a false tear ordered his death,
as he didn't say a thing to his devoted last breath,
a secret to his grave for the queen was paid,
his family now safe after a deal was made.

two rivers meet and form into one,
snow melted of two mountains from the sun,
rapids splash white against the rock sides,
as it flows down and divides,
one stream falls down into a lake,
a scenery worth a breath to take,
the other stream enters another flow,
as we each have our separate ways to go.

There was a person i once knew,
Our friendship i thought always grew,
seeing each other every single day,
we laughed and listened to what each say,
times got hard and i was there,
trying to do as much because i care,
then the bad time faded to the back,
hoping everything would get on track,
soon it was and we laughed more,
strong but not as big as before,
but times got hard for me then see,
bad things happened instead to me,
i reached out to my friend i trust,
but instead i got a pushing thrust,
abandoned with no one left to lean,
why before i was there for someone so mean.

while listening to the lyrics of the favorite song,
then with new speakers realizing got them always wrong,
the meaning of that song then began to change,
making other feelings felt now seem strange,
not always understanding what it was all about,
as driving along singing it out loud with a shout,
that song is now skipped before it starts to play,
because the meaning in it was not what you thought it would say.

banging at the door late at night,
he was locked out drunk after a fight,
the candles burn near untouched meals,
in yells of emotion he expresses how he feels,
she leans against the closed door,
as he bashes it accusing her a whore,
she mentioned the name of a friend at work,
immediately he accused her being a jerk,
cheater and office slut he said,
banging the door now with his head,
he doesn't work and sits all day,
playing games and buying from ebay,
she works hard and comes home to this crap,
soon her own emotions would eventually snap,
opening the door as he was leaning back,
falling down hard before an attack,
she kicks him while hes down hard in the balls,
the high pitched screaming muffled by walls,
pulling him by the hair to get to a slumped stand,
as she slaps him hard across the face with her hand,
a realization enters his thoughts for once,
instead he would do good rather than being a dunce,
a wave of inspiration from the pain he felt,
as a love for her again would start to melt,
a smile grows on his face to change,
as a loud bang is heard and feeling strange,
she shot him in the heart still in her rage,
ending his life during his evolutionary stage.

on an island full of thick forest trees,
there is an animal that a passer rarely sees,
his fur so black it soaks up the light,
his muscles bulging pulling his skin tight,
his teeth white with long fangs straight down,
his face with red eyes supported by a frown,
toes extend razor sharp black claws,
held together by thick skin paws,
a perfect cat species for hunting prey,
his chin showing age and turning grey,
with his tail long and pointed too,
alone he sits with nothing to do.

stretched shadows claw across the evening ground,
pulling the world into a darkness covering around,
glittering stars across the black clear sky,
smoothing winds whistle sounds of a cry,
taps of hardened metal echo more than one,
sweating skin near a fire with a button undone,
wipes of perspiration from a brow of black stain,
hammering more harder with extra strain,
sprays of tiny light bounce from each hit,
glowing heat from the ends giving it a spit,
sizzles of saliva bubble turning to steam,
with metal aligned as a perfect stream,
cooling in the water with the heat dieing out,
he holds it up swinging it about,
glowing once again in the sunrise from first light,
using the sword to battle and ultimately win the fight.

center of the circle has the same equal spot,
edges of a squares added to the plot,
strokes of measured length in the design,
checking more than once each line,
happy with the outcome but numbers in the head,
leaving the architect table to get the loaf of bread,
spreading with a knife and cutting along the side,
measuring it at the length and also how wide,
turning around in the kitchen as numbers can be seen,
seeing the layout of his own house and walls in between,
sometimes you may have stopped work for a short break,
when the mind doesn't stop itself being constantly awake,
walls he passes he continues to measure while taking a bite,
as later when he sleeps they keep him up at night,
dreams with rulers and lines turn to nightmares,
as he wakes from them seeing the walls he stares,
jobs aren't stopped when we aren't around,
they stay with us always to mix in the surround.

the wheels with shine on tires to help make a deal,
people come looking but don't know how they feel,
opening the door as a scent fills them with hope,
but it just relaxes them being some drug to dope,
tricky questions asked during the inquiry stage,
but the smells and shining tires hold back the rage,
confusing the mind with questions of the sales guy,
as their credit rating is bad enough to cry,
a car was still sold with a payment plan,
they get it home to find it bad the way it ran,
needed parts and other things fixed inside,
as they needed to warm it up to take for a ride,
sold a lemon at a reduced high interest rate,
stuck with this heap of crap they hate.