Madness they say
While healing takes place
Hear his words
Look at his face!
He shares his pain
An audacity endeavor
He’s making it up
Mendacity. Whatever!
CAST HIM OUT!
Or we’ll fly this coop
His stuttering words
His devious stoop!
We’ll twist his writings
Then share them around
He has no rights
We’ll leave him bound!
Off with his head
This writer of words
Off to the stocks
For sincerity unheard!
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I