are those thoughts rippling

finally,

I was noticed,

at the end of a saber

that just barely

pierced my the wall

of my heart.

this isn't,

a love sick poem,

or a curse to a lover,

that didn't pay

any mind at all

i'm just being sharp.

I could be vague,

i could promise plagues
if i had nothing

nice to sayother than

i hope you're doing well.

no, no, no,

this is just envy

of malicious greed

that takes from every person

and harms the ones

in need.

i'm only strumming,

chumming

the waters

watching for predators

to come across

our borders.

the pain of our labor

from every original thought

glances the pages

of a volume

of a book that's already lost.

so when the thorn

breaks the surface

of my lotion lathered skin

just think about the piercing

from someone you called a friend.

well, well, well, you're lying

well

aren't we

tiny lukewarm raindrops

pounded by an endless number

of tiny raindrops

collecting down a drain.

well

we all live for something

until the dream of death is gone

or the fear of anonymity is

too far reaching

this is how we carry on.

well

the threat of living dirty

and dying in the streets

is a pack of smokes

and a tattoo away

water's rushing at your feet.

you can't fight the direction you're in

when you're falling down a well

the water's cold

and dark

you wouldn't think this is hell.

but you say

i'm fine, i'm great

the only problems

are the ones

I create.

things are only well

swimming in the well

when you sink lower

and water pooling is your fate.

From a Helping Hand to a Hex.

We're in the middle

but we don't now what

looking for an identity

something we can trust.

But every idea

that someone has

gets beat to the ground

and smothered in the grass.

We need someone to speak

for all of us

but can be discredited

after making a fuss.

Do you get what I'm saying

you're never pleased

every time you put a person

into the hot seat.

You can sit where you're safe

question and debate

pointing your finger

only to save your name.

There are only so many times

you can complete this charade

before your system crashes down

and your position unmade.

It's just that now WE

are catching on

and you are in danger

of being gone.

The old usurped by the new

who wont sit and stew

it's time we all knew

your fault your nightmare is true.

Get the switch, that dogs at it again

What does it mean to be a weasel?

Surely, you are familiar when a human is referred to as a weasel or being weaselly, but is that a bum rap for a weasel? Weasels are quite resourceful and resilient. Also, the wolverine, of which the animal like X-man is named after, is a force to be reckoned with...of the weasel family.

I think invertebrate or jellyfish may be more suitable, but then again, those creatures have survived on this earth much longer than us humans.

It's difficult to determine to say the least.

I'm thinking rat or cockroach, but doing whatever you can to survive is well...survival.

Hmm...maybe a song would help:

You don't sing like

a nightingale

more like a mule,

you're so confident

with your standing,

not knowing

you're a fool.

You bite the hand

that feeds

when you're touched

you bleed

barking, just barking

maybe it's a leash

you need.

Staked to the ground

you watch the world

spin round

and think making

an observation about it

is profound.

You, your ego,

and your accomplice

another head

for Cerberus,

what you are

just another guard dog,

for a bucket of piss.

Hide in the shadows

and in hollow trees

until you're scared off

by a few tiny bees.

Look at you running,

flailing your arms

all the while cursing

"I didn't mean any harm."

No one believes you,

no one to turn to

your three heads chewing

on the same leather shoe

that someone threw out

for a pile meant for the trash

if they catch that animal chewing

surely he'll get a lash.