Aging man
You aged well
You still a senior
And you are a very religious
Man
Aging man you are 74 years old
Also you look good
For a 74 years old
Aging man
You never sin in your life
You never robed a bank
You never stole anything
From anybody

maga-mike is a johnson, I jest
the kind decent people detest
he's a sick, twisted prick
his own bitch wouldn't trick
and a sick, drippy, limp one at best

I am allowed to begin again,
even in the middle.

I left with a half-packed suitcase
and an apology still ringing in my ears.

I left the rooms
where my name was only whispered.

I left the city that offered everything
but opportunity.

I closed the door
to the life that was not meant for me,
not knowing what was on the other side.

I left in the middle of a sentence,
a season, a storm,
And when I did, the world kept spinning.

Now my footsteps echo
Across unfamiliar ground
And I am alive.

As darkness came, and I tried to sleep,
Nerves were dancing, pain didn't creep.
Jumping and moving from place to place,
Eventually filling my bodily space.

No way to escape from this army of pain,
Hope of sleep seemed right down the drain.
Although exhaustion lingered, like a bad smell,
The grip of pain becomes my living hell.

Oh pain I hate you, I really despair,
Through gritted teeth, I try not to swear.
For fear of awakening the folk in my home,
I fight to suppress, I silently moan.

Three on the clock,
afternoon, time to rock!
Hot, early September day
Karla says, "come, let's play."

She, my best friend
so tight to the end,
sisters not of blood
but of hot tears flood!

With each other we shared
secrets of shame bared.
my mother, her father
anger maxed, a foaming lather!

At times kids need to get away
from parents and their sway
we knew better to give in (but)
a party was on, was it a sin?

ANNIE

The maker of man
Is my father
He made us
We are his children
And we can say that he love us
Very much
There is a light that shines inside of us
Let's think only about ourselves
We don't need any people that
Are negative in our lives
We need people that thinks
Positive like us
AIso we need people
That will give us a lift
When we feel sad and depress
They need to put themselves in our shoes
To understand how we feel

The leaves on the large tree
outside my apartment
began
as very small ones.

They emerged
after the winter chill
and the bareness
of the branches,
but today
they are so large
and so green.

They sway in the breeze
against the backdrop
of that lovely blue sky.

They dance
so gently
and so calmly
in the light wind.

I learned to read your moods
Like weather patterns.
High-pressure silence,
Low-pressure rage.
Preparing for storms
That never apologized.

I was drowning in the flood
Of your silence,
And no one noticed
I’d stopped breathing.

I smiled on cue,
Said “I’m fine,”
And they never knew
What it cost.
How each word I uttered
Tossed a stone into the volcano.

I hid from your wrath
Like a child hiding from thunder,
Hoping the noise would pass
Without striking.

On The Shoal
by: eddy styx