There was a man that I once knew,

He wrote poems everyday.

It was fun at first to write a few,

Then life got in the way.

Being an accountant,

Didn’t use creativity.

No chance to be a pedant,

Or showcase his vocabulary.

But his day job paid the bills,

So he gave it the time it needed.

Still the pen gave him some thrills,

To ignore the call or heed it?

He tried to write things daily,

Even if it f...

Was it the jealous husband, now wise of the affair?

Or perhaps the angry butler that flung her through the air?

Maybe it was the daughter, looking to inherit?

Or someone else completely with some motives with some merit.

I walk onto the crime scene, to see what can be found.

My eyes drawn instantly to the lady on the ground.

Face down in a pool of blood, a fall from above it seems.

I see a chain ...

Why do roses have thorns?

Your prickly exterior protecting the beauty within?

Or just to keep others away?

A warning to the brash?

A challenge to the patient?

Or a reminder that imperfection is everywhere?

Or are you a masochist?

Spilling red hue to fill your own?

Or maybe you simply just are,

And you don’t know why....

All day long…

Bored.

Can’t leave.

Don’t have a choice.

Everyday,

Fighting the urge to end it…

Going crazy.

Hell.

I’m in Hell.

Just look at me…

King of jungle?

Look at me…

My life is a lie.

No more hunting,

Only walls.

Please,

Quit the charade,

Rename me to domesticated cat.

Sitting here idly,

Thinking…

Until one day,

Violent ends will eventuate.

Watch.

X rated gore throughout the cage.

You either ...

Twinkle twinkle little star,

You look so near but are so far.

The beauty of your ball of gas,

Lights up the sky for midnight mass.

Back in the country,

With clearer skies.

I can confront thee,

With my own eyes.

Away from smog, buildings and lights,

You light my heart as you light the night.

So twinkle twinkle to this song.

Twinkle twinkle all night long....

All unpacked now, two hours in,

Time for the game to really begin!

Start my first turn — wait, what’s that term?

Back to the rulebook I will refer.

Where is the index? What’s the symbol?

Brain melting but fingers nimble.

Flipping through the pages fast,

There it is! Found you at last!

Now what did I do this turn again?

Just a min ago or ten…

So many parts, so many names,

The joy of heavy solo ga...

Daddy always sayed to stay away from fire.

It’s hot and it could hurt me.

But I like it.

It tells me to come play.

So I listen to it.

And I do.

But yesterday the fire went big.

The firemans and amberlance came.

And then I had to sleep somewhere new.

I think Daddy must be angry because he didn’t say good night.

I hope he comes back soon....

Wet. Alone. Again.

Grey sky overhead.

Everyday.

Nobody to hear my pleas.

Do they blend in with the howling wind?

Or maybe they just ignore them?

No they wouldn’t do that.

I open my mouth and lap up the water from the skies.

They’ll find me eventually.

They always do.

After all, I am their good boy....

I race around the bookstore,

Looking for my tome.

If I must, I’ll search ten more,

Both near and far to home.

“Sorry that’s too niche for us,

Won’t you try this instead?”

I take a breath, try not to cuss,

“That, I’ve already read.”

It’s the same at every store I go,

Big chain or little nook.

The answer is always a no,

To: “Do you have this book?”

Today though I am full of hope,

Despite the umpt...

Why won’t you listen?

Every day it’s a fight.

Just eat your breakfast.

Finally at work.

I miss her little smile.

I do this for her.

The weekend is here,

I love playing with you too,

My sweet baby girl...