the heat rises in ripples from the hot surface road,
as a truck is coming fast carrying a full load,
a small bird lands ahead where the tires go,
pecking at the road unable to know,
the truck driver sees and swerves to the right,
passing by the bird giving it a fright,
its feathers fall out as it pauses by spinning wheels,
vomiting up all six of its last undigested meals,
the draft from behind blows a cold wind up his back,
later he gains the courage to leave the dirt track.

Frustrations build up over time to write more,
as like a flooding gate or shoppers bargain door,
pushing out into the world to show its inner feelings,
rushing through into every gap and searches for perfect dealings,
sometimes the prices are low or it washes away the dirt,
as now i stand in a store with a soaked wet cheap shirt.

pressures build under the constant load,
as its boiling point is ready to explode,
fingernails scratch into the wood of the bench,
as the sweat pours to the shirt starting to drench,
eyebrows push the eyeballs to almost bust,
as the mouth has a shape of utter disgust,
hair spikes up from strain in the skin,
each word said wears the patience more thin,
the stolen idea was presented to the world,
images of a gripped neck as the fingers curled,
hatred consumes all thoughts with no coming back,
with this taken as a personal hurting attack,
when no question needs to be asked at all,
only revenge left as that bitch will fall.

thieves break into the store and take what they want fast,
loading up their van outside ducking when cars go past,
two inside and one outside stocking up the van,
he pauses as out of the corner of his eye he sees a man,
turning to look but not seeing anything he continues his part,
they all climb inside the van but it will not start,
getting angry he thumps the steering wheel,
for this plan was good with lots to steal,
opening the bonnet and looking for whats wrong,
the other guy stands anxiously hoping it wont take long,
finding one of the cables missing he looks around,
blaming the other guy immediately trying to keep down the sound,
yelling whispers between as more sign language is said,
they go back inside the store seeing a message that read,
"put everything back exactly how it was before you came"
as the three men stood looking around thinking this is a game,
their van starts up with the music playing loudly in the night,
they run outside and turn it off looking for someone to fight,
the driver yells out making people near look from their place,
as the other two begin taking things out to immediately replace,
with still half the stock left inside he jumps back in the seat,
driving away leaving his friends behind to face the heat,
they run away in separate directions to avoid caught,
as the driver speeds down the road not giving them a second thought,
checking behind in the mirror for sign of police lights red and blue,
seeing a dark figure in the backseat as he looks in the rear view,
stopping suddenly he turns with screeching tires loud,
he turns to see this figure fade into a dark shadowed cloud,
with a tap on his window from a policeman parked on the side,
they look in his vehicle and take him out to come for a ride.

dimmed light with shadow from the candles burn,
as on his face with hands at side a look of concern,
worried for his daughter out so late at night,
his wonders and worries of dangers that might,
frustrations build as hair is stretched to break,
keeping him from sleeping to keep him awake,
opening the door with a sound heard out in the dark,
as he listens in the distance hearing the dogs bark,
he walks out into the night to investigate this presence near,
as in the darkness he sees something appear,
walking towards it fast looking like a female teen,
anger and frustration his stance looks very mean,
getting close she screams and cuts him with a blade,
then running away with more screams as they fade,
he falls down to the ground not understanding why,
bleeding from his wound he could surely die,
crawling back to his home where the police wait,
finding his own daughter cut him which he thought was great.

If a man from the future went back to the past,
i wonder how long in the ancient times he would last,
became too dependent to the technology that serves,
maybe he will learn after some time he observes,
finding the kindness of people back then,
or he will be killed by the laws of the men,
depends where he ends up in an ancient place,
maybe he will make an impact or never leave a trace,
knowledge of the future might be in his mind,
but without the internet it might be left behind,
not able to remember all he has seen and heard,
and weak arms and legs being the only medieval nerd.

its black expanse covered the darkness of night,
void of shadowed sky in flashes quickened light,
rumbles echo across a sheet of thickened cloud,
moving closer with more flashes cracking loud,
streams of water run down through the winded air,
cuts of multicoloured snap against the afraid stare,
being under a sheet of darkness of her own,
too scared to move from there she remains alone,
drains fill up with streams flowing in the streets,
staying in her protection under the soft silkened sheets,
curled into a fetal shape like in the womb again,
safety inside the bed listening to the water drain,
as the flashes fade away into the distant past,
seeing the darkness she missed finally back at last.

You are the one i trust enough with all,
knowing every surface behind the wall,
seeing the words and whats behind,
reading the thoughts in my busy mind,
trusting my words with everything i say,
thinking of me each hour of the day,
clasping hands behind with each hug i give,
now is the time for us to really live.

Swimming in the ocean depths with his friend by his side,
taking a deep breath with their flippers helping them glide,
exploring caves on the reef under the shelf,
as the friend goes looking in one by himself,
looking around inside seeing nothing but darkened plants,
adjusting his goggles to see something bringing it to enhance,
taking out his underwater flashlight to see the view,
exposing the biggest group of sharks being more than twenty two,
dropping his torch and swimming fast in order to bail,
his friend watches him swim past to the surface with a brown trail.

In the dark caves hidden at the Northern land,
the blind woman searches holding out her hand,
protector of the metal balls holding them inside,
the guilty magical people sentenced after tried,
how can she protect without sight of her eyes,
from the darkest of the nights people hear her cries,
wailing and screaming she sounds like a ghost,
as people stay away from there with fear the most,
decorating the entrance so it looks like a dangerous place,
as she waits for one without fear to come and replace.