She walks with a veil surronded by might what a sight; her flight

Watch as she moves you, having no chance of seeing her mighty flight

Frightfully you watch her mighty flights

In her sight she is flight, you having no might to match her flights, watch your sight blinded by her flights.

Her flights way more mighty in her sight, than your recognized right!

Slightly, mightly, flightly

Flight away with your own sightly, might, it flights mightly in your sight!!!!!

Obviously I didn’t agree with someone and they didn’t agree with me. Who that someone is could be everyone or could be no one. Who is right depends on your sight or you might neither; of which, I have so life is what it is. My key point being live it your way and be wrong, live it someone else’s way and be right. It’s not so simple sometimes.

What a way to describe the nature of dissent within  certain perameter’s, to describe exactly the issue that ignorance is shared on both side’s on mine; on sight, could not understand. I find my cathartic therapy in dealing with my own view as wrong better than thinking others are wrong. I wish this was the case with me all the time.

You wear their choke like a strangle hold, cutting off the air

No voices say what I know, I hear

It’s a silence passing bye because no one says the silent truth.

When into the piece you’ll escape this.

A mouth will open and release nothing which has no where to be

I see it in your eyes, you hide it from me like I hide it from you.

Like ears whizzing past on a dark road with the lights blinding us on the pass by.

Your silence blinds my voice, my mind, myself.

Awake someday to a voice all myself no longer strangled by your vicious ways, breathe in a truth,

we’ve so believed, but never allowed to escape within out imprisoned minds.

I wrote this too years ago. I was just learning to find my voice and opinions in a new place. Dangerous I know. I felt this poem very intensly which is not so good when having a mouth it can trip over it self and get you beat up.

I like my opinions now, sometimes though I wish I didn’t have them because they so don’t belong to this world.

Oh,

The vacations of earth the smell of the time in the air

I’m shutting the windows, shutting the shutters, shutting out the long lost dreams.

No air enters, no air leaves, sounds no longer sweep in and out of the shut shutters.

Shuttled up so tight they close off me, into a time not seen, not heard, only felt as if slipping away

into a shut off world.

Shut up, shut off, shut in so tight.

This was written years ago. Obviously I was suffering from a touch of the cabin fever. I had not gone outside in a long time. It seems so far away now, though recently with the rain constantly raining on me I still feel that oppressive shut in feeling of the walls. Obviously cabin fever can get to you!!!!!

Neverending mistakes,

they come and they go, they are here and they are now.

They are what is and what was.

They reap what I weep, they sow what I so.

I reap what I plant I weep what I grow.

I am tired thinking of these words. I had a tired contemplative mind. Lulling myself into a thoughtless desire my mind seemed to say what it wanted it to, to be silent, quiet and me. So eloquently in prose, so sweet it whistles through the scents of time, my mind rose up in spirit, sighing with a tired sound, let go this way follow you.

Meandering down a Hallway, I saw a shiny door in a cloudy way.

It said “not this way my dear”, “It’s been to late now”.

“Scurry up there’s another round, comin’ soon”.

“Don’t mess about this time or you’ll never get in”.

“Is it the only way really?”, “Afraid so”.

“Start along now musn’t be late”.

“Love is a time gone mad, love is a god undead mess.” Damn this way, damn that way, live it or love it”.

“You can’t see a beginning or an end.” “Here you go again leave it be, it stings”.

“Unclear why just another day of mine, Oh say this is all you see?”

“Why musn’t I see the feet in you streets sight?”

“It’ll cut off in midflight keep away meaness, I’ve seen you too many times before”.

“Oh when will it stop?” “Begin a weary day with another worry”.

In these hard times. I’ve been feeling like I make no sense to anyone in this world.

Unsure of how or if I ever will be understood. I’m tired of the never ending backdraft.

Its flames are always after me. I want a place where it will just be me. Never ending search I know.

Time, a game of find a mind.

The game is endless, mindless time.

Open a why, into a findless everytime mess.

When is this game ever going to end?

It’s all the same, all the same. It’s all the same.

Meandering minds, mean a favorite game and a senseless crime in time.

 Time gone you say “all the same”. Yet minds now gone say “mind grown”.

Past isn’t a time merely a mind meandering.

I was having one of those days. I couldn’t do anything right. I shut my cat’s tail in the door. Just an all around bad day.

I felt like I was in a twirling clock and I wasn’t anywhere at the right time. I don’t know how to make it right when it’s all wrong. It feels all wrong. What and endless wrong. Is this all there is wrong?

    I had a dream some’s dog was peeing all over the place “Like in that movie starved where the guy gets a water enema and runs around  splashing everywhere”, strange spraying the room like sprinkler pee. Then i’m in another room socializing and meeting people and people are like “oh I know you” and I say “yeah in a town like this it’s hard to get out of your image and even harder to get your image out of you”. I leave and go chat with some more people cause I don’t want to be near any of those people.

     Then i’m like getting a tour of someone’s home. I see a kitchen and people are like totally mad at me cause I laugh at a funny magnet on the fridge. Then I go into the tv room and start reading a book. I notice a page about moon enlightenment and how some people study it. Then I see another story on another page about how floors are truly never clean after you clean them. So I look around and of course I see pet hair cause it’s someone home who has  pets .

     All of a sudden I look up and the lady who owns the home walks out in a huff mad at me again for the second time. Cause she was mad at me the first time for laughing at her kitchen magnet. Even though it’s a supposed to be a funny magnet. ( This happens to me all the time, and I am on the other side of this all the time too), any ways so I go back to apologize to her and show her the story I was reading cause I really wasn’t meaning to criticize her home. I walk back in and her husband is in there. I try to show her the article but can’t find it cause someone has flipped the pages from where I placed it on the floor. She walks off still  mad at me. I turn to the man and am like “why did you turn the page which I was on”. “I didn’t” he said. 

   All of a sudden the woman walks in and says “your lying you always lie”. Then I get flash backs of all the time he has lied something about her dead kid and how he killed him. Then something about how he slept with a woman then had a kid with her. This woman finally kills her husband for finally finding out what he has done to her for years. Strange dream.

I think it was I watch too much tv. Some of these themes I can see coming from the tv shows I watch.

Just had to share cause I usually never remember my dreams accept very rarely like once in a while. I don’t know why I would remember this one it is so random.

 I see you in me, you don’t see me in you.

Worlds away we say what you see, is what you are.

Lost in are sight, we fail to see more.

So many of us see the same sights. Nobody see’s the sights I see.

Sameness is difference’s based on rights.

Wonder when a you is a me, and a me is you?

A sight yet seen by all I see.

I wrote this just putting up with some people. They had their reasons though they annoyed me at the time. I think it is immaturity or insecurity. It’s difficult to see how some people don’t see. I wonder what people see about me that I don’t see? Why does perspective vary between people is it ever possible to see all sides?

In my  mind, in my mind or is it time.

When I wake daily you can’t see my mind.

So on , an on, and on we go another moment in time.

Another song sung.

Waking in my mind or in unending time.

Let me speak what is unspoken.

Tell me inside of me you hear my feelings not just my words.

How I feel you cannot hear.

There are no words to speak what is the unspoken.

I have so many problems, that seem so unfixable.

That I just can’t seem to make people hear me.

I feel like i’m drowning and I have no voice.

Hanging on an edge, suspended between everything and the end.

I wonder and wonder when it will end?

Standing on a precipice looking at my end, is seeing everything?

Looking at my everything, is feeling everything?

Is feeling everything, my end?

Sometimes when a feeling is around all the time, it’s where an ending is this feeling.

What if there is no end to feeling?

I’ve been in terrible pain all week. So I was feeling very depressed about the extreme pain. So of course this is what I was feeling when I wrote this. I am sick of the pain, sick of it all. I just wanted to fall into it and let it go. But the feeling never goes away the ripping, taring feeling in my lower abdomen is excruciating painful. I keep praying it will go away it won’t. The pain pills work for a little while but they make me sleepy, then the pain comes back. How long does it take for the pain to go away?