My mirror lied to me.

Showed me a face full of dreams.

Made me believe I was happy when I was not coated my eyes with happiness, until pain revealed it was not true.

Spitting up my pride as I die slowly inside.

Unlocking my tortured soul onto a diversity of emotion.

My mirror lied to me.

Shoed me a life full of hope.

 Made me believe that there was more.

My reflection denies my gratitude.

Finding a source of remorse bleeds out my veins.

My mirror lied to me.

Showed me I was pretty when deep down I’m not.

Made me conceited when I really had low self -esteem.

Giving me the false image of beauty as I knew a beast showed through, but why did my mirror lie to me?

Give me hopes and dreams?

As I gladly pass this depression I’m left with an impression of me.

Hearts are broken everyday,

Who knew mine would be the next to pay.

I really loved that man you see,

Now I writhe in agony.

So many things were said,

And I thought them to be true.

Lies, lies, lies.

What’s new?

What can I do but sit and wait,

They all say that time will abate.

But time is slow and I’m losing fast,

Is this Karma from my past?

Broken hearts are not for me,

I wait for love to set me free.

Free from sadness and free from pain,

Free from this newfound world of the mundane.

His eyes were my light,

His caress was my soul.

He was my entire world,

But all that remains is a black hole.

I gave him my all,

My entire self.

He gave me back pieces,

All too small to help.

3:00 in the morning, I don’t know what I’m doing; I don’t know where I’m going.

3:00 in the morning.

On this bumpy road with lots of ups and many more downs.

I saw the light, but was too slow to catch the falling star.

Little white lies wearing little black ties. I wish I knew the truth.

I wish I could see farther than the mind can believe. I had a speech, but forgot my lines.

I fell in love with the lady of the lake, some image in the fog I misinterpreted as someone real.

Heat rises to fog my mirrors, and through my rose-colored glasses, I watch white dresses dance, around the burning fire in my eyes.

Throwing flower petals and herbs into the blaze while wishing for love, prosperity, and futility.

Generations seeped in mythology. Lore and legends into celebrations.

Freedom from facts and science may end these bothersome worries and fears. Take the mind and separate it from the body.

The night air and incense smoke.

All is quiet at this witching hour, but the floorboards still creak when all is supposedly asleep.

Heavy now is the world, yet it floats effortlessly in space.

Tired now are the weavers of this quilt. Pictured are all who have walked the many paths of this labyrinth through time. I am here, but my side is not yet finished.

Shall I steal a kiss from the lady of the night, then retreat to the safety of my sheets?

I am a stranger to these lands and merely a traveler that hasn’t begun his journey yet.

To the east, to the west, if I stopped thinking about it could I feel the slight tug towards the direction I am bound for.

One wrong turn into a forgotten world could prove to be fate, but I’m still fishing in a puddle frustrated I do not yet have a catch.

I’m lost among the rich, watching them drink their wine and talk about things that have no interest to me.

I’m lost among the brave, who have daring stories to entertain their guests.

I’m lost among the beautiful, who never had to worry about rejection.

I’m lost among thieves, and this is where I’m noticed.

I tripped and fell into the sky.

I saw a light, but lost my fight.

I can’t believe they rejected me. Falling now I hit the ground at 80 miles and several years too soon.

Running from shadows and hiding from the reach of time. The fickle finger of fate was more of a punch to the face.

When I awake from my unconsciousness I notice something I have never seen before. A large gate closing off a road I have not yet traveled. In time if I wait it will someday open.

This is my passage, through the woods and through greener pastures. Over Caribbean blue seas with a mild breeze.

Smell of food and baked goods along with laughter fills the air, and new age sounds are playing in the wind.

A smiling beauty with my name upon her chest and arms wide open. Children running from play to take notice of my approach.

This is home.

I am home.

Casualties of war

The victims of extreme greed

Unimaginable crimes and horrific acts of murder

Heeding to the call of the other

Abuse of power and negligence of their own kind

Ignoring faces of death and outstretched hands for help

Blatant lies and hidden agendas

Refusal to respond to the tears of their peers

Organized crimes from wicked hearts

Taking joy from brutal acts

Refusal to accept the obvious truth

Walking a path that clearly reads DOOM

Blindly pursuing death

Hopeless and ignorant pawns

Unaware of the destruction awaiting them

How sad your end will be

Slowly but surely, your tears we’ll see.

Young and vibrant

So full of energy, these three

As they were walking, they could not see

The lifeless soul that lies underneath

Retinas detached subliminally.

Caught up in the la la la

Danger was obvious to most but not all

Through bloody eye’s sight was hindered

Caught up in the la la la, which isn’t really reality.

Underneath the pretty leaves and glossy buds,

Lies poor judgment, broken covenants,

But you can’t see retinas detached subliminally.

Even tho the dank was rank, the skunk stunk.

It’s made to be good when deep down they know they should,

Not

The la la la prevents any authentic thought

Through the fog, they could not see retinas detached subliminally.

Kings and Queens they really should be

God given talents up in smoke literally,

Others can taste it, wondering why and how they waste it

Doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs.

Half-baked mighty and great men and women they should be,

But they can’t see, eyes slanted, caught up in the la la la

Retinas detached subliminally

All because I wounded my knee

Leaping from a bumble bee

If only I could clearly see

The future misery coming to me

Leaping from a bumble bee

Pulled a muscle in my leg

The future misery coming to me

Get me out of here, I beg

Pulled a muscle in my leg

Which caused the deadly clot

Get me out of here, I beg

You wouldn’t believe what I got

Which caused the deadly clot

Two blood clots in my lung

You wouldn’t believe what I got

Coumadin on my tongue

Two blood clots in my lung

Clotting disorder becoming clear

Coumadin on my tongue

Look into my eyes and see the fear

Two blood clots in my lung

If only I could clearly see

Coumadin on my tongue

All because I wounded my knee

The memories still haunt me.

He whispered she was just a friend.

My heart aches every day.

He alleged there was nothing going on.

He whispered she was just a friend.

His tender lips touched hers.

He alleged there was nothing going on.

He stroked her breasts with lust in his eyes.

His tender lips touched hers.

I discovered the affectionate note.

He stroked her breasts with lust in his eyes.

I wanted to kill her for the pain she caused.

I discovered the affectionate note.

I stabbed the note, then burned it.

I wanted to kill her for the pain she caused.

If ever I face her again, I will beat her down.

I stabbed the note, then burned it.

My heart aches every day.

If ever I face her again, I will beat her down.

The memories still haunt me.

I do not wish bad things upon you.

I do not wish to humiliate you,

to stand before an audience

and be stripped of your dignity,

like you have done to me.

I do not wish you nightmares,

images of me and someone else

invading and tormenting your subconscious mind,

like the nightmares you have given me.

Instead, I wish you nothing.

Nothing bad, nothing good.

I wish to forget you,

When I see you on the street

It will be as if you never existed.

I will not acknowledge you,

give you the satisfaction

of knowing how you hurt me.

For I am free of you now.