Creative writing

Seas rushing through  as rage courses the veins We part the waters only to turn back the years Seeking we are always doing Feeling she lives for love Broken memories gone now forever

Cynical they call me, she whispers in his ear Vile, she snarls, as she passes him by Hissing  heard, she is not so glorified He dammed her long ago Blackened bodies lay in front of her now She tears apart all she claims to love Disobey her you die, love her you die Poster is wet with willingness Seeking solace and anger fills the air She whimpers back to her lair Cold winds blow about, she is lost

Bearded ole man sitting in the wheelchair at the corner of liquor and love Weep no more brother for the time has come to rise up, rise up No other world to live in unless we go under water, than build us a home This world is darker than we had hoped for at the end of rich roads Plumb dumb he does when love passes him licking the lips Apocalypse be dammed we ride a different pony 

Blue monsters crawling all around Huge cannons blasting past those nasty protesters Metal machines run over and melt those around it Massive cries for help but there is none. Blue monsters crawling all around

Traverse these waters so dark  and deep The waters coming, where the stories lived  long ago The ground is moving The evil empire now unveiled Ripples and echos abound Seek not your fortunes on earth Run brother, run for trouble is coming Trouble is here landed before us We seek not to disrupt, but to engage Waters coming traverse with us

Holy wars Holy games Holy receptions Holy people Holy animals Holy mountains Holy rivers Holy trees Holy forests In this desert we are seeking the Holy

Before me lies a path I am unable to see. No one there to guide me A course unclear and unsure There is no mystery here We failed to heed the warnings We now crawl just to exist We beg from them that have They toss a bag of used high-end clothing Here, its free, take what you will No food to eat, no warmth while sleeping We are homeless on the ground with our feet We are teething, eating rings of gold from their hands We are needing, they give us more sugar more salt We ache for change, they bomb others to begin a war No one there to guide me A course unclear and unsure

He never spoke to me much There was an intense feeling of love We played and ran together We hurt each other some times The dark would always come after the light His eyes were blue, mine hazel He never cried but once The hurt locked deep inside A masterful mind He mastered those he wanted He never spoke to me much

Brightness shining into our eyes Feeling empowered to move on now Showing skies true colors after the rains A deep blue color cast over our heads Firm ground to walk upon, doubling as our grave Showing the cards you held was not the plan Evergreen lifestyle isn't for them Brightness shining into our eyes

When the ground sucks us all into her I pray: Mother I pray, for all your creatures Mother I pray, that we all end as fast as you will allow. Mother I pray, the suffering is not to great. Mother I pray, for once I may live without fear Mother I pray, for the calm I have never had Mother I pray, for the creatures that will not leave

Riches beyond your wildest dreams Golden buildings taller than any other Gold dripping tower tops A golden bed to lay in Golden stairs to climb Golden dreams are we relying on

The long grass blade waves as we drive by The trees bend as the winds pass though and around them Witness an environmental dance Turning leaves, turning lives, turning us over and over Leaving memories, we may or may not have to hold Pictures stuck upon the walls; who are all these people, why don't I recall Minds drifting torn on down Bleakest of times ahead, should of thought it through a bit more No money, no home, no body gives a dam, did it to yourself; is said now Acceptance was the answer; is it time to fight? We drove past the long hills, pointed skylines, and etched out concrete jungles Passing time like stroking myself to long and hoping for more Nectar's dripping, better run to the kitchen, she loves to cook now

Flip-id little bastard that stands before me You most horrid of male things without balls I see I feel you are to weak for me to take to my lair The mere sight of you enrages all those around The foul odor from you makes us all want to crawl The dying have no peace now that we all flee Flip-id little bastard that stands before me

Don't accept me for me Don't look at me Don't hear me Don't support me Don't help me Don't feel me Don't

I have been witness to lying, theft, murder, rape, molestation, physical abuse, mental abuse, emotional abuse, That maybe all you see on a background check. Do you want to know about the person's life? Or just run away and pretend they don't exist? Utopia - created from the knowledge; all bad are locked up, all good I surround  myself with.  the rest can be witness to this. 

Tire sounds rumbling past Wind shield wipers rub continuously Water vapors surrounding the vehical We float on water and glide like flying Emptied by all the moods of the day Thunder in the bedroom makes relaxation return Like tire sounds rumbling past

Mercy is a place where he is free of sexual desire. Thoughts driving a body, heart, and mind to service. Straining, through the day to day desires, to maintain sufficient appearances. Bright rainbow halos dancing over head. Assurances we gave so we shall have a lovers tryst Mere glances take the heart in tow. Make witness a fools game played every day here and there. For lust has no rules and desires must be met. Remember, mercy is a place where he is free of sexual desire.

Dripping sounds where are they now Winds howling out a sound of pain and loss We are different, we have changed, age robs us of our dignity Serving others through financial greed, we dance upon the last of the life we had The hands of time clutch mine, we changed, wrinkles now bless the landscape before us He marches past, as a king now blessed with yours and  mine, we are his toys Worker suicide is up, depression down, drug addiction rages on, we all die of something She weeps at the end of the street waiting for a lover who will never come He stands alone in his room, gazing out the window The waters clean away all that was, while healing all the wounds of yesterday People, so many people, now where do we all fit?

Twisted woods I now walk through so dark I can no longer see you Hearts on fire a blazing heat transferred from our feet Wrapped around like two snakes twisted up inside and out No shapes to hold, no love to make Hands now drying out in the sun, we bake Locked up in the castle till early morning, we are here Telling myself you love me, you love me. I am dying my dear She holds him close to her chest again Her tears fall  gently upon his head They have toiled together so many years Forgetting time and place, no longer matters, when you have become one.