Imagination run free,
With a tight grip we bleed,
With every autumn leaf walking shadows leave.
I call it a new sense of peace,
But a piece of humbleness, self honesty was stolen,
Couldn’t control it,
Yet the world still turns round,
Glued even closer to oneself,
For my heart was molested,
Soft caress is really all meaningless,
Tingling feelings called the butterflies really are running signs,
Hide,
Reside back to the old map to lay out the future plans,
Cool collected, but underneath the flesh blood boiling brown red,
Meadow filled with hollowed trees,
I’m humble but never will be knocked down to my knees,
Pleasure seeking wrongfully,
Generic, nothing originate from home grown,
So with a needle I sow all on my own,
Bandages only cover flesh wounds,
What about what the heart pursues?

This poem has helped save one life already and I hope it can help others too. Just remember, you deserve complete happiness… don’t sell yourself short of that.

Shes comes back about every few weeks

Looking rather friendly

but its your life that she tweeks

She comes rushing in without a sign or a warning

Camoflouged as fun til’ the honeymoons

over’ n its pouring

She comes in many forms

but her one mission she won’t let rest

Destroying you because shes so obsessed

She destructs everything in her path

Leaving no survivors from her wrath

She won’t leave you alone until you

put her in her place

Grab her by the shoulders

and tell her face to face

Rid yourself of your mistress

Shes caused you nothing but pain

Any healthy relationship you have

she will drain

I will always be your number two

with this addiction that keeps loving you.

She’s the biggest liar I know, lying

there on the beach working on her sun tan;

with fire in her hands that blazes like

the domiciles of nudniks who aren’t clothed

in the right ethnicity to attend.

The party: she promises freedom in

her womb, but after sex I realize that

spoils and convenience are just a ploy,

to perpetuate the capitalist

programs my mind to take heed to father.

But behind the mask of autonomous

adventures and blissful sun rises lies,

a perilous mechanical eye. That

greases war machines and corporate pockets.

By: Michael Kinder

I do Believe in the Unnatural

I do believe In Monsters, I call them the Military
There probably in someone’s closet right now.

I do believe in Vampires, I call them Preachers
There probably sucking someone’s blood right now.

I do believe in Zombies, I call them destitute
There probably dazed into their T.V. sets. right now.

I do believe in Ghosts, I call them Government
I cannot see them, but there haunting me right now.

I do believe in witches, I call them politicians
There probably casting spells on US right now.

I do believe in aliens, I call them Me and You.
Right now.

I won the Noble prize last night,

while Einstein chatted bout his speed of light,

and Winston Churchill walked his dog,

while Sherlock Holmes detected fog.

Am I fiction or am I fact?

Some pertinent data is all I lacked.

I turned around and quizzed King Kong,

he growled, “It’s a musical, sing a song.”

He put on giant monkey taps,

with 4/4 beat the time elapsed.

I belted out ‘Stardust’ till the break of dawn,

then stopped to smell the roses, waltzing on George Gershwin’s lawn.

Outlandish world where all things meet,

I’ve reserved a timeless front row seat,

where happy, unhinged dreams are real,

Infinite possibilities; such great appeal.

And I have found my true vocation,

“I’m a Smiler-In-Imagine-Nation.”