Behind Those Bars

Behind those bars light creeps, coming across your way.

Behind those bars at night the cold whispers in your ear "I'm here to stay"

Behind those bars the old, tired spine as it lays feels the hard welcoming.

Behind those bars you begin to reenact every step plus the things she said.

Behind those bars you agree to all there is to blame.

Behind those bars the dreams have begun to fade away.

Behind those bars having disregarded all materials in life,

Is when the ones left behind hunt your sleep.

Behind those bars intuition is your company through the days and nights.

Behind those bars every tear includes a wish and plea.

Behind those bars sanity contorts itself to madness,

For reality only offer is discomfort.

Little Girl

Little girl, little girl

Please, oh please stop, drop that tin-fold

Don't you know the harm that comes along with

Little girl little girl

What sounds are those in the background

When did you stop listening to cradle songs

Little girl little girl

Where have your blonde soft curls gone?

Did they fall from all that ammonium in the hair dye?

Little girl Little girl

What happened to all the puppets?

Looks like they’ve claimed some life of their own

Little girl little girl

Do you still remember those happy meals?

The walks in the park?

I can still hear your laughter, a sound so sweet

Still remember that stare, so naive

Your voice low & clear

That endless happiness which would surround you

Little girl……my little girl…where did the years go?

It was all he could repeat, after witnessing the woman his little girl had become.

Thoughts of Messing with Letters

Feel like expressing or even messing ‘round a bit with letters & turning them into words.
Perhaps persuading, or expressing, however it always ends up in some void,
Which its reality it can be seem as a plea for simple affection?
However one should never ask straight up for it, if so you end up as one more bait.

Feel like messing with time instead of it getting to me.
Feel like sticking it to the man who changed the coarse of my life’s direction.
Feel like stumbling into outsiders, the bunch of misfits, were I could walk and sit amongst all and with no spoken word we could all know its fine. That some souls yearn to belong yet they can't get their head around the meaning of fitting in.

…Wish to step out sometimes…
Give my body a rest, rest which never fails at reminding me specially when the spine feels like snapping right at the middle. It does not matter how many bones show up against my skin…my spine swears a three-hundred pounded gut is always being carried.
Which brings me to my next wish of having the ability of being
politically & grammatically correct
just so writing wouldn’t feel like a chore, even better would it all be if
grammar rules & bullshits did not exist.
Anyway, what am I trying to point out definitely does not contain an answer, for my brain is only sending signals to my hand to how & where to move, simply that, the only action in motion.

So of course,
Thanks for hanging by.

Far From Your Thoughts

I find myself lost in your thoughts  

I fear the buoyancy of memories

Straying across leaving a mark

I wish to be far from your thoughts

You have freed yourself, 

Yet, still finding myself hooked on to your thoughts