moving along in my car while around houses near,
when suddenly i stopped seeing my greatest fear,
a young child was running and heading towards the road,
i beeped my horn and pointed for other drivers to what i showed,
the beeps scared the child as he ran back to his house door,
his mother come out all angry and wondering "what for?"
i calmly told her that her son could have got hurt,
as this would have happened if i had not been alert,
instead she yells at me accusing me of scaring her son,
not realizing i saved him not knowing what i had done,
at that moment is when i finally had anger in my speech,
telling her to watch her child instead of hearing a tire screech,
some people are ignorant and stupid when it was only a mistake,
adding more stress to her son while gripping him to shake,
learn from a mistake instead of blaming all others around,
as it is not a problem unless nothing in it is found.

little girl so innocent walking through the garden of red and green,
catching a butterfly in her hands to see what is in between,
a crushed version that is no longer pretty in side her palm,
she drops it on the ground not wanting it to come to any harm,
kneeling down to it as lifeless curled legs fold,
she did not know death from never being told,
stepping back she stares at it with sadness in her heart,
the poor butterfly all broken and the wings apart,
acceptance to what she has done to the beautiful bug,
remembering not long ago at a funeral near the hole dug,
as a relative she barely knows was buried in the ground,
picking up the butterfly checking it all around,
digging a small hole in the garden just below the tree,
burying it and covering then finally understanding the way it should be.

cobbled steps of tapping sounds from boots of many ladies and men,
clunking of hooves of the horses and carriage leading to the den,
one takes off his hat to adjust his eyes to the candle light,
the moon provides a blue glow over everything in the night,
another enters the room with eyes lit up from the candles line,
they all enter and sit at the tables being ready to dine,
ordering from the cook himself to what its written on the menu list,
as the smell flows over them being unable to resist,
the plate taken out and served first to expose the meal,
with rotten vegetables and meat not making anyone good to feel,
throwing down his napkin in disgust with shock in his voice,
the cook points down to eat his meal at his own choice,
taking their things and leaving back the way they came,
with everyone else in the place doing exactly the same,
their voices heard outside of what sickening place this can be,
one left inside in the corner where the cook cannot see,
she smiles and reveals her face being the witch they all fear,
as she takes a vile and places it against his face to gather a tear,
innocence of tears flow to her crude joke to ruin his good food,
the witch begins to leave but the cook stops her not wanting to be rude,
giving her the meal she cursed herself to produce those tears to collect,
she eats it quick without looking being her only neglect,
coughing and choking she thought it was a different plate,
as she falls to the ground in death sealing her own fate.

something stirred when my thoughts are of you,
as much as i wait here not knowing what to do,
life holds no promise to my wants and needs,
the depths of blackness in the old stains of bleeds,
rising from this place of dry crushed blood bits,
forming together from the air surrounding he sits,
another one who looks and smells just like me,
opening his eyes to show his soul is free,
taking the knife that previously would end it all,
stabbing it in deep to me but not killing to let me fall,
he understands me yet cannot express the words to say,
taking over my appearance and mind to continue on his way.

paint that beach with yellow and not brown as it is seen,
while the swimmers flap their arms of the flags between,
treated sewerage bubbles through up their noses and ears,
infecting their brains as if the memories disappears,
circles of circular motion fill in the stomach place,
as the pale coldness is showing on their face,
fueled propulsion gliding the bad things out,
while afterwards only laying uncomfortable about,
the sickness pushes through the body never to end,
as only time will fix what is to mend,
the temperatures of the forehead produce visions of mixed sense,
as the places that infected us take the expense.

his hammer hits down more hard on the nail,
metal on metal bashing hard on the hand rail,
preventing someone falling from the top,
with a sign showing this is where to stop,
enjoy the view with a fence to see through,
tightened in with thick metal mesh under a screw,
people come and complain about it being in the way,
when before someone complained different the previous day,
they said there should be a fence because someone might fall,
after a child almost went over after losing their ball,
speaking to the right people to make something happen to change,
but now the view is spoiled by a stupid fence blocking the range.

searching for those with the same gifts as i,
looking towards with hands wide open at the sky,
chosen others around the world where i am the link,
found them over a long time with the same way to think,
combined powers over the sadness and hate filled in nearly all,
as the time has come and you shall answer my simple call,
absorb the hatred in each person who wants power of greed,
make people be happy with each other and erase domination need,
replace those fears of being hurt with strength to take on things,
we are not angels but we are good intention people without wings,
turn the bad news on tv and websites to good instead,
do something good in this world other than report on who's dead,
make games that dont require headshots to win,
at some point the good must overcome the bad to begin,
think of something in history and it will be someone who did wrong,
and all media including music is about a sad or depressing song.

mountains block a view of the ocean waves,
the soaring eagle searches for food he craves,
as leaves of the highest trees pass by,
just below the gentle flap of a butterfly,
detaching stem of a leaf falls in spirals to the ground,
landing next to a searching snake feeling for a sound,
little frogs of many colours leap on the forest floor,
with the stream flowing slowly to the river a little more,
ripples over the rocks with fish swimming along,
keep this place a reality and not just a remembered song.

Swishing hair like fire flowing past,
Her presence of being igniting with a blast,
Oxygen drawn from the air suffocates my chest,
I don't know if anyone else is this obsessed,

Her smile towards me shows I am a friend,
As I almost cry if ever thinking of an end,
Burning all surroundings to a blackness of smoke,
As she wakes me from my dreaming with a poke,

Our friendship is as much as I can give,
As she is also a meaning to live,
She will never fade into shadows of the mind,
For I search with her for happiness to find.

In the days i saw you sitting so sweet,
the times i licked my lips ready to eat,
smoothly covered in darkness and light,
how i savor each awaiting bite,
over those hills past the plain,
filling yourself up all day with grain,
standing the elements of come rain or shine,
as knowing one day you'll be mine,
for in between that moment i don't know your fate,
as i see remains of you on my plate.