pressuring and pushing headache,
giving a reason for a pill to take,
spinning and spiraling my brain,
please stop the pulsing pain,
release and return to a calm state,
for this moment i cannot wait,
causes and curses hurt when i think,
even hurting when i blink,
annoyances and avoidance's of stress,
or else everything ends in a bigger mess.

Digging in the garden he found it laying there,
taking it inside for all to see and share,
they all stood away being afraid of the unknown,
all turning heads not watching to be shown,
waving hands and screaming to take it away,
he didn't move and just wanted to stay,
having a power over them by help of this small thing,
their fear began when they saw it has a sting,
he moves closer still with it in his hands,
scaring them all then he makes demands,
they all agree but just want him to go,
he then asks questions with answers never no,
gaining knowledge by threatening them with fear,
he learns all he needs then agrees to disappear,
turning away he then feels a sudden pinch,
looking down at this bug causing him to flinch,
the stinger now stuck deep into his skin,
who ever knew it was the bug that would win.

Regrets flood through at a fast rate,
No time left to be angry or full of hate,
so many emotions passing through,
what can be done and what can you do,
these must happen in their own course,
don't try to push it or give it force,
because that will only bring more hurt,
just be aware of the stages and remain alert,
and just know people are here if you need,
the knife in your back may still bleed,
but we are here if you need a hand,
just give it time like the hours through sand.

With the throw of a coin into the deep,
the medication helps them sleep,
tears of pain and lost hope drop,
ripples in their lives never stop,
cursed it seems as their own bodies eat,
while people surrounding act all sweet,
strength is seen through the weak skin,
as their own cells battle deep within,
all lifes knowledge is crammed in the brain,
thoughts of importance pushed by pain,
smells of cleaning odours and echoes sounds,
as their body dies while death surrounds,
leaving an impact on family and friends,
to think of it now their life never ends.

I saw it from the furthest part,
but never knew its origin start,
sparkles light from times long past,
a spell it would lovingly cast,
broke through the surface of my eye,
showed me life can never die,
viewed from so far away,
millions at the end of the day,
but one is closer that i enjoy,
learning about it when a young boy,
i was made from it's explosive dust,
putting energy into all it must,
I was created by the sun,
put on this planet to have fun.

The doors open and she enters the room,
carrying inside her the child in her womb,
ready to pop and flood ears with screams,
but this is what she wanted from her dreams,
knuckles to her back and a sigh before a bump,
from something miniature to this giant lump,
a foot presses across through the skin showing,
her friends comment and say she is glowing,
energy for two in each food she chews,
as some distant friends never heard the news,
then seeing her they greet and begin to talk,
while she feels better if she takes a walk,
asking who the father is but she keeps it held,
as the reason is a secret of how her stomach swelled,
moving outside and taking fresh air,
blowing winds pass through her hair,
a thief approaches and snatches her purse,
attempting to run but stops because of something worse,
he looks at her knowing she is a girl he knew,
then how long ago since her baby grew,
attempting to talk but the other girls hit,
beating him senseless calling him shit,
they leave him blooded and bruised in the street,
with the knowledge left of a child he will never meet.

Digging the rock from the hardest stone,
melting it in heat combined with wizard bone,
flower petals showered over the top,
blood from own fingers given only a drop,
cooled in waters combined from all oceans,
tested by a blind monk checking balanced motions,
polished by the yoke of rare exotic birds,
carved into the handle inspiring words,
woven lines of cat hair sewn handle weave,
blessed by all religions and those who believe,
taken to the highest peak for all seasons flow,
then returned for use to cut a perfectly thin tomato.

While they sat at the table,
they didn't know it was unstable,
fallen crashes of mounding crust,
breaking pieces like broken rust,
bouncing off surfaces evenly spread,
as everyone held hands overhead,
shouting and screaming heard aloud,
drawing attention from the other crowd,
buried beneath those echoed walls,
under there in safety one survivor crawls,
eventually getting out into the daylight,
finally knowing everything will be alright.

We constantly try to shape our place,
with a confused look on our face,
trying to concentrate on the difficult tasks,
but a question is hard when someone asks,
fiddling with things that don't seem so hard,
constantly remaining balanced off guard,
while things push us further away,
we push back so we can stay,
forces too strong making harder to take,
soon our backs and joints ache,
why must we try this when not a need,
with blood circulation internally bleed,
thinking about the motion that is our beginning,
we are dizzy because we are spinning.

Problems exist in a world we live,
where nothing taken because we don't give,
gaining weight while others starve,
which is easy if we just halve,
sadness by others who are smiling,
all the while shit is constantly piling,
focus pushes away by media sources,
government jobs only in uni courses,
the treasures we seek we never find,
because all is fake and we are blind,
but we know intuitive from other ways,
just not what to do so for now it stays.