mental exhaustion headache go away,
pulsing in my head for the whole night and day,
affecting my judgement like being on a drug,
salvation seeking of a tablet and water in a mug,
but that is only temporary to the problem at hand,
my pushing brain wanting to grow and expand,
holding more information but experts say only ten percent,
to come up with that solution only requires that much spent,
as i don't always think one thought at a time or in words in a line,
so more than ten percent must be in it's design,
i could say more but this headache is back,
and as this poem shows as my mind lost track.

the perfect day
happens the perfect way,
from beginnings
to the perfect happenings,
all the hours
with sunshine of no showers,
puffing white cloud
with birds not so loud,
easy things to do
and spending time with you,
never being late
to make this day so great,
the day ends
the way the planning intends,
hopes for the same
as the next day came,
expectations are lower
as the next day is slower,
what could match the day before
with hope for more,
days of good reflect the bad
so remember it and don't be sad,
for without the lows and highs
there would never be laughs without cries.

Waves of shadows roll over the rocky surface road,
as the people walk along the track carrying a heavy load,
some walk faster with fear in their strides,
as being careful at the cliff of the mountain sides,
one man pushes unable to wait for a chance to pass,
slipping and falling into a patch of grass,
the people laugh with some humor left to use,
as a hand reaches down for him to refuse,
more people pass as he remains sitting still,
when he builds up the courage and the will,
all the people of the village have left his sight,
escaping from the evils that came in the night,
he stands alone at the thin mountain road to the sea,
beginning to walk as he hears the brushing of a tree,
turning as the ghostly figures scream from behind,
causing him to fall again and enter his mind,
taking over his limbs and controlling his movement,
as he moves around the ghosts inside work on improvement,
rolling around as the man leans over the cliff,
as he holds on tight with one arm stiff,
the ghosts too excited while behind his control,
with the man being handled like three kids and one doll,
getting angry the ghosts all leave and let go,
he holds on for his life as cold winds blow,
unable to hold and unable to lift,
a hand reaches down being his gift,
pulling him up then pushing him to run,
the man turns back to see there was no one.

frozen in the ice for over 700 years,
melting away as it slowly appears,
opening the eyes after thawing out,
opening his mouth to painfully shout,
cracking the remains of ice surround his wing,
breaking it in showering shards with a tail swing,
stiffening walk as warmth enters his skin,
taking a breath to breathe deeply within,
memories come back of being sealed in cold,
but unknown to him is how he is really old,
searching the lands but no signs of people around,
the stamp of his large feet making too much sound,
a flap of his wings to gain a perspective view,
noticing the trees different since they grew,
so much has changed but some remains the same,
as people see him fly over but do not know his name.

Fun loving girl loved what i say,
fun loving girl that should never go away,
shes loving fun but not too much,
still can have fun without a sexual touch,
talking and walking listening to jokes,
smiles and styles with harmless pokes,
fun lovers should unite and have real fun,
but why when they try they all scatter and run.

A pestering presence of improper problems progress,
more motivation makes meaning in meeting mess,
constant constructive criticism clouds with okay,
adaptive depths are destined driving the day,
opening opportunities of optimum operations,
selling our cells satisfaction in celebrations,
forced to forgive for fake false friends,
enduring the endless elegance as entry ends.

Nearly all of last year we never made time to relax,
then finally we had time at the end to enjoy to the max,
playing a game or watching a movie instead of working all day,
spending time with friends to take the stresses away,
life has been so busy but not so much bad,
just we serve everyone else never knowing what we had,
working constantly has it's building pressures to pop,
as now we take little time-outs giving us time to stop,
we may not be able to afford it or shouldn't get behind,
but those little moments stop us losing our mind.

the morning light shines over the darkened night,
the squinting bright adds colour to his sight,
hunted and covered hair of blood and gore,
wounded in the leg being very sore,
the wolf limps as the sun touches his skin,
feeling it penetrate deep within,
a new light glows as she arrives,
watching from her place to make sure he survives,
the morning angel touches his blood covered hair,
lifting him up to give him the best of care,
healing his wound as he smiles with love,
looking down at him the same from above,
an arrow fires from a hunter behind,
stabbing deep for her heart to find,
death takes her in this mortal world,
as the wolfs long nails gripped and curled,
turning around as the hunter loads his bow,
the wolf attacks him with a hard blow,
knocking the hunter down hard on the ground,
the wolf now howls for her with a crying sound.

Firecracker ignites from my flame,
shooting up and exploding to show your name,
the sounds echo through the lands,
rumbles quake the loose sands,
seas rise and mountains fall,
trees lay down from being tall,
the light blinds all with eyes,
the sound explodes deafening cries,
peacefully settles to silent dark,
to make it happen again i only need a spark.

My eyes remain closed to the horrors i saw,
but with them shut the nightmare shows more,
additional tortures of body and soul,
as they are piled up in the deepest dark hole,
spinning around in visions flashing images of death,
the faces all blank and speaking under their breath,
whispers of revenge with hands clawing my eyes,
the silent words begin to yell the screams of cries,
grabbed by the shirt they pull me down too,
ripped and strained with nothing i can do,
my strength is gone from the fight i couldn't win,
down the bottom where the darkness soaks in,
rising up after my fall into the depths of black,
I shall be different when i come back.