"You better make that Candy Bar Last"
It's hard for a broken back to enjoy
"His next stand"
without a prop to help hold him
up from falling
in "Chernobyl's Black Hole"
as his counterpart hovers in safety
watching another drown. "What planet are you? Far?"
Miles pledge the marks
Until the quiet fades
And Mr. Hyde Tries to fight you
The Wicked Joker reigns "supreme"
as you fight past A Waking Nightmare
Not a "Wizard " in "past Kansas"
Your soul flies far away
As your waking body receives their torture
As the body shivers and then ages
Fire burns remembrance
As it's ashes marks the lost pages
from your past
The smoke poofs into explosive shell rains
Smile
You are now in a movie
Fighting a forced "in class."

Questions rumble as I entered a room
In a dream all eyes poured upon me
I start my proud trade in song
However, the audience is deaf and blind.
Awakening
Same old feeling
"How do I escape to Fantasy Island?"
Clearing the grains of sand
that "Father Time" impregnated into his eyes
For untold reasons
The dreams are like aired reruns
from a transmission in in sleep
waking kills its beautiful treat
hang out all day
cooking in the sun
movies are fun to watch
acting is an escape
when you are not a "Superman"
Lost to Krypton weighing on his cape

Take away the festive music

Forget the hand over trinkets

Fear in his soul

aging like a ghost in a wishing well

watching reruns of shows fragment of years on television sets

no one around

silhouettes and ice mirrors  hanging

a sight of frozen ways appear

through the windows

looking at frozen grounds

He forces a smile

He is not greedy

nor thinking through pockets of gold

he is a hungry and empty soul

looking for the same as his sisters and his brothers

anything but this empty hall

this ghost lets out one last groan

before he freezes up all lone

Alone for the holidays, nothing or no one to enjoy these days. Feeling shackled to the cage...I keep hope inside even though emptiness and long  ways. To get to a brighter future - I hold back the fear of mortality. Somethings wrong when you are spinning your wheels and have wonder of why one must spend his hours in uncertainty.
I need a more easier path for my talents to see my gift to the world light those like me. Feeling drown in silence, tearful in the loss of family , and the need to have a freer way to build strong vibrance.
If those who cared could understand this soul and it’s hunger to escape outside minimum means - I feel the insanity creep in. Swiftly.
I force my darkness back by igniting the last of my fuel.
This “doggy in his kennel” will bust out and succeed at what his will longs for - teams, kindred souls, and a lady to be my energetic lightening.
Flashes marking in light
The success I hunger for
During a long and pain filled night.

In my writings....
Whenever I relapse....
It was because of their non-feeling spells
Which black magic haunts me
As well.
I got high...I wanted to sleep.
Never to stay awake
As they creep
You are the emotional slave
the controlled
As they laughed
Darkness started to unfold.
The winter blasts within
Not just outside
Can't the ones once closer to you
stop killing his soul with their pride?

My heart wishes to laugh

Not cry

Hold within emotion’s jail cell

I wish to die.

The stronger minds yell and scream

They make you melt

With their heat

Just like Ice Cream

Disciplined for being myself

How or what can I say?

Why do they think that I fall?

All the time.

For them , never me.

I am the one who is forced to build my wall.

Memorial Souls

The educators came and they go

The protectors of both State and Your Mind

Valiantly  and Selflessly they look far and wide

They never, ever spoil the show.

Their souls live forever…as so does their hearts

Their bodies pass away

Onward their legacies flourish

We have set asside Memorial Day.

In which to honor and celebrate their respected names..

Which paved the road to a brighter future

Demolishing the dark ones twisted and controlling ****** games.