Poetry

Nature’s Rebellion

We cover her flesh,
Separate her from the sun,
Suffocate her with decor.

Mother Earth rebels,
Creeping up where neglect reigns,
She’s taking her planet back.

In an Alternate Universe…

Just to give you a little back story, last summer my home was robbed in the middle of the night by two men while my family and I slept. They literally stole everything of value from the main floor of my house. The culprits, dangerous men as it turns out, have since been apprehended. However, the judicial phase has been long and frustrating. Trial for the 2nd defendant, a master of stall tactics, won’t even begin until around the 1 year anniversary of the home invasion. I’ve always wanted to be a superhero, living by my own set of rules in an alternate universe somewhere. We wouldn’t have been forced to spend so much time wading through piles of verbal excrement if I was…

Parasite,
Con man, thief, perjurer,
You revel in your duties as a
Depraved sycophant of the diabolical.
You can’t hide beneath this cloak of lies.
My Lasso of Truth will
Expose you!

 

Oh, and yes, that is me in the above picture.

The Guardian

My secrets buried

Hidden behind immense walls

He would stop at no lengths to

Discover them all

I fell in love with him when

He swore to guard them always

 

 

Image “The Guardian” from inz-feelgood on DeviantArt.com

The Cattail

Abandoned

Parched and immobile

An eyesore

The others

Detest the irony of

Her name, The Cattail

This is Your Life…

This ailing society
Is no magistrate.
Your choices are your own.
Life isn’t subject to approval,
And taste isn’t universal.
It’s your tale; Write the
Ending. Live the adventure.
One day you will be silenced; One
Minute a narrator, the next a flashback.
At that moment, your story is locked.
A legacy can’t be altered from the grave. The
Time for editing is upon you.