An ancient relic

From an unknown time to the younger.

You are not worthy as an outdated relic.

You become a discarded piece of ancient technology.

Unneeded, avoided, and pushed away from others……

Your time is not Deeply Historic

A museum piece that beauty is never seen emulating from

A cobweb laced unnecessary creation too old to draw any attention

Of those who judged you due to age, unique beliefs, or honest creation

Due to these younger and more appreciated Human machines

Demanding you stay away from town as an ugly unwanted and outdated piece of furniture

No one gets your true meaning.

Youth and the better half can act so immature.

So you must die alone and never succeed due to your “Disease of an older age and disease of not fitting in anyplace.”

The majority make their rule.

Slowly executing you.

So they can get rid of what they considered junk

As you didn’t fit perfectly into their requirements to be an equal

or allowed to find a lover, start a family, or have a time when you didn’t have to be studied and misjudged

Due to you being an unwarranted old ghost

Breaking up their events made only for worth sequels

to their shallow expressions and gates to block out what they fail to truly understand or see clearly

They bring death quicker to your door

Trapped to watch them only from afar

A nomad Castaway

Who aged, disappointed, and broke the perfection of their rules and disciplined like we are living in the Soviet Era.

Trash ignored and forbidden from being a part of certain societies or relations

Being a relic from a time that passed and you become

Obsolete and forbidden in every way.

I wish to travel to a distant place

Where you are valued equally like all the rest

Finding my home rather than a floor in a room

Treated like an Adult

Rather than a stupid “Adult kid” or “Creative overly nice pest.”

Some people become “nice predators.”

Everything you need or want gets weighed upon their scales..

as they act like ******’s “S.S”

They control and place your needs upon a scale to weigh.

They push you to only seek the interests that fuel their egos...

You begin to grow bitter and cold

As the one you cared for has put your happiness’ lot on sale.

Circumstance keeps you in their controlled spaces.

Transportation lacks, viruses, and lack of being allowed to pursue your social arts

Prevents one from growing to know you in other places.

One feels like a slave.

I captive.

A failed overly nice discredited idiot

Inside you fume like Chernobyl before the explosion.

Having no place to go and a government unwilling to help you get out of an abusive living space

Fuels their egos to demand constant attention to their ideas

not yours to invent and earn

You feel like destroying them and excepting a park bench or a room at dangerous living area walls built

in hastily expansion.

If nothing you do is good enough or right

When choices are asked for diners and or events

they don’t matter

Having a fuller life such prevents.

Your psychic becomes rusted and destroyed

You wish to abandon your identity and run to a free but unwanted, freer, but limited life where one feels they live work and are simply employed.

How does one break the locks when family is gone and one is unknown?

How does one ask for partners in creative careers and help to get out of life’s quicksand..

No help or supports in sight.

Sinking down to your demise

You try and fight the situation...

However, you sink even faster. Feeling old, failed, and quite the one acting unwisely.

You need education and their mission is to discipline you

weighing you down instead of letting one evolve and travel.

Their own interests sold for the need to satisfy

an ego that needs to be tossed out or a win in a war of intelligence

when people think they can do more but cannot

you can use talents to improve the world

In their eyes...

What they see you try and succeed at

The sabotage, threaten, and allow you to have less and rot.

I need a soul mate
Not out of Desperate Reasons
Not for selfish wants and sick needs...
Darkness of lust and greed are merely dangerous acts and thoughts of Treason.
Watch this heavy heart
Pumping beautiful writings, signals of love and a Human Partner
Calling out for you.
The sight of the one who has chosen me
Running towards my empty life
to add sweetness to a life well rebuilt and refit
With items useful in promoting views of a beautiful soul
Once weighed down in the murky depths of the dark and corrupt
A talented soul and carpenter
Rebuilding his home after destroying it
Out of his mind misguided due to unwarranted emotions
Or anger fits spewing lava of hate and uncomfortable vibes
from the Volcano of a heart exploding as it was lost
and finally erupted.
So him as a new structure
Tall, majestic, and a marvel of the soul and it's architecture
Se the welcome mat welcoming you into his newly rebuilt existence
Worn out from making too many mistakes and harming so many hearts
He warded off and found a new property and better materials
In a well fit area
The reconstruction his light and soul
A marvel of a once misguided mind
waking up and curing his created diseases
of the Hurtful Kind

Words are deadly weapons

Words are also beautiful Poetry.

Watch how you use these in a ritual manner

Your messages can hurt and damage the Human Heart.

A beautiful sculpture of the Human spirit shattered with Misunderstanding’s Hammer.

Colors are Dark

Colors are Bright

Mix the right shades while shining your diamond’s light

A wrong shade of gray or the too bright blood-red paints

Can make you into a sun with the Dark Side of the Moon’s

Message

A disguise in accident due to reactions and actions

That were wielded like a deadly sword

Damages came quite soon.

Fixing the disrepair of a once full and loving home

Repairing a Human heart battered until it became too weak

To pump the Happiness of life and love

Such dies from a Heart Attack.

For some “words of ill faded wisdom”

Can never be taken back.

Flashes of memories

Blood Red, Death Grey, and Fear Yellow

Waking hours turn to Replays

An unwanted Movie Show

On the screen of my life

Destruction, Assault, and Reckless Harm

A house of cards that fell apart

As I stumbled to fight back the Replays

This process has to end

One day I shall become stronger

I shall whipe these reels clean

They will cease to play.

Travels

Our soul and our bodies are always traveling

Two feet stirring up the gravel

As your mind plots the next stop

As the Judge in you Bangs his Gavel.

Disciplining your self too harshly

Yet not excepting redirections

At times you are a fire

A flame that emits light and within such

Reflections.

The pool to cool the anger boils up

Better cool down before the steam causes your bottled ego to explode.

A rocket to the stars

Out of Control

Your wreckage is a battered soul that starts to implode.

The day tears into night
The rhythm of the rain sets the tempo
For despair's song
A Delight
For an intoxicated heart to the addiction, it has for pain...
A fake smile
A Dark Mind Lost to the Insane
The soul is the foundation of your life's structure
Each day is the brick
With education fixing the defects in your future.
Years stretch, tall, like the Empire State Building
What you make of the people, places, and events to fill the empty spaces
of the offices inside
Mold into one "Hotel of Pride."