In the clutches
of her numbing hold,
I writhed, withering,
as if she were Winter's
firm, formidable grasp!

She, my caregiver.
Her voice causing shivers
yet I heard the warmth
She had for others
but never addressed to me.

Seeing the glint
of her flashing hazel eyes
when she accused...
"You are just like HIM:
your no-good snake of a Father!"

She spoke these words
to reap my ire
to make me cry out
in livid anger,
me, his last line of defense!

Quench me like pennywort
that grows unbridled
in dark spaces,
flourishing,
dressed in green bloom,
for any wandering eye
to behold my beauty-

and as the shadows loosen,

soft silver droplets
glimmer like scattered jewels
on my skin,
woken by the sun’s first glare
in the tender morning
of untouched beauty.

My little Barbie doll
I am not a Barbie doll
People
God made me
With a natural skin
Some people say that
I just need to wear
Some make up
To look beautiful
I don't wear make up
To be beautiful
To make also people happy
I am me
I like my skin to look
Natural

The hours I've paused
here in these woods,
free from the sense of reason,

the unclad trees,
now bones revealed,
revere this quiet season.

The Aspen, high,
the Cottonwood
turn slightly from the Sun

to honor Winter
as it draws near -
our resting has begun.

There's something about,
the age we're living in.
The A.I. has to much control,
and the government can't see
the implications thereof!

If they see it they turn
a blind eye to it.
The suffering for so many
has become so intense.
We just want to get the hell out!.

If we stand up to fight,
they'll try to shut us down.
If we don't we'll end up
six feet in the ground!

Stupidity is something
ever present.
No one dares lift a finger
to stop the flow of it.

Sometimes...
I wanna vanish.
To that cream-colored stretch where the earth exhales into the sea.
To sit. Alone.
Feet buried in sand still warm from the sun’s goodbye.
And just watch...
watch that smoky yellow haze drip over the sky
like burnt honey
as the sun bleeds out into the horizon
crimson,
like a memory I never quite lived
but still ache for.
I let it take the poison with it
every heavy thing
drag it into the deep blue,
where even thoughts go to sleep

Dear marge, you despicable cow
are you planning more backstabbing now?
Oh, your future's so sunny
with your face red with money
and spun to be funny somehow

For all the times
You stood by us
You saw the best
That was in us
Father
You gave us
The strength
Wee needed to sing
A song that spoke
About love
Father the love we have
For you will never die

What in God's name,
have we done with our time?
Have we squandered
and wasted it?

There's no telling, where
your time will be spent.
The majority of your actions,
have a lecherous intent.

Whether you believe it or not,
we all have the same sort of mind.
Always looking for something more,
to buy with our worthless dime.

Your friends cannot be trusted,
they'll hang you out on a line.
Your totally on your own now,
don't give in to the sublime.

Your government's not a bad joke
but it's made up of mirrors and smoke
it's a grand sleight of hand!
a scam of command!
a planned underhandedly hoax!