Laughter

Laughter.
The best medicine.
Now Available from Pfizer.
In a convenient.
Pill.

Black Cloaked

Sitting there
All dressed in black.
Smirking, lurking
And so off track.

Fire flies
And petty lies
Keeping, weeping
Yet muting the cries.

Falling back
Against the door
Thinking, drinking
And Praying for more.

Trapped again
From your foolish lips
Talking, mocking
And sinking ships.

Painful cries
That could paralyze
Screaming, dreaming
About fixing the lies.

Paralysis

Happy.
Not feeling sad.
Always realizing what is best.
Seeming not great.
Sad.

Progression

Watching.
Waiting.
Contemplating.
Thinking.
Drinking.
Reinventing.
Fighting.
Righting.
Rectifying.
Ending.
Bending.
Un-mending.
Fixing.
Mixing.
Reminiscing.

Crowded

Too many people
Too small a space
Getting claustrophobic
Heart is a race.
Too many people
Too few can move.
Getting pushed all around
Not enjoying the groove.
Too many people
Too little room.
If just one falls down
It will be certain doom.

Lost Chances

Lost in this reality
Or maybe its fallacy
Where did you go?
I really don’t know.
Why did you leave?
Was it your plan to deceive?
You won the race.
Easy enough when you set pace.
Won a fool.
Being oh so cruel.
You will never mend
What we fought to defend.
So much hate
Was it not fate.
I thought our love was real.
Now I cannot feel.
Nothing seems right.
Since our final goodnight.

Coming To My Sense

Your lips emanate
That sweet smell
Of victory.
Your eyes produce
That bitter taste
Of revenge.
Your hands evoke
That burning sound
Of hatred.
Your ears show
That soft touch
Of remorse.
And your nose dawns
That scornful look
Of betrayal.