Well-Worn Waters

When all do see,
The barren lands,
And the forest for the trees,
Some Loneliness will be inflicted,
From Inside the field
Where the flowers grow.
And you who see,
Where the Winds may blow,
Drown inside an Ocean.

A Home is where?
No thing intrudes,
Where love is aparent,
And truthful.
However which way you grow,
You feel that deep inside you.

My plant grew,
In a swimming pool,
Contained,
Abused,
Thundered,
Did not recieve respect,
In the false love,
Did not Grow,
Always Still, and
Waiting,
For That Something,
Until it had to go.
"Listen,
This is not a request,
Hurt it all,
Inside whispers,
Neglect the ones,
Growing,
Silence the ones who know."

Forced the world,
All because the plants it needed,
A mother and a father,
Didn't exist,
Till it was time to go.

Well-worn Waters,
A house boat,
Empty just but me,
Nothing all around,
No-one home but me.
And no respect for me.

"A home well treated last forever, One that's not will go."

ISA
 

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ISA

Monsters In a Gilded Cage

A monster is,
What a monster does,
Tied down by what it is.
It follows its instinct,
Whatever it is,
Kills,
Maims,
Tortures,
By its own necessity,
To stay afloat,
Above the rising waters.

It shown off,
In a pretty room,
As it impresses,
Everyone,
Is wondering about,
In different ways,
What it is,
What it can be.

Eventually the monster,
It tries to believe,
The gilded cage is home,
But it can never fool itself,
It knows too much.
He can't give up,
Not possible,
Nowhere in his nature,
Too lay down and die,
No matter how hard he wishes,
It won't happen.

No matter how hard,
He wants to believe in the cage of gold,
It's not him,
He is a murderer,
A killer,
Heartless and without compassion,
Rage and deceit,
Are who he is,
No denial,
He knows too much.

He's scared,
Frightened,
By who he is,
What he can do,
What he might or will do.
It is his nature,
To look around corners and protect himself,
His property,
His concerns,
But it is also his nature,
To destroy everything.

You can't control a monster,
By showing him the world,
From a mirror.
You can't control the monster,
Who's acid corrodes till nothing is left.
You can't control a monster,
By locking him up.
The gilded cages all fall down,
And he rides the night,
Loose as silk,
A hammer,
And the wind.

"There are all kinds of people, but danger is many in a single form."

ISA

SpeedWorld

Fast, fast, fast,
You're moving too fast,
For your own good,
Past the speed,
That god would make,
You're wearing down,
Its too much for you to take.

The speed it burns,
A dying Sun,
Dies long after,
You're world has begun.
For when you quit,
The world will take,
The last of you,
If you don't slow,
Release the altitudes.

You do not exist,
When here you work,
On a lower plain,
Of attitude,
In a World of Speed,
Of hustle and bustle,
And endless problems arise,
The method to take,
Slow down,
No prize,
At the end of the race,
If you don't slow down,
And take your place.

A final message,
From one who's been,
In every Idea,
On every pin,
The world is not,
What you take it to be,
When you live,
In the world of speed.
You make mistakes,
You miss the chances,
The simple clues,
In all the dances.
I ask of you,
What do you do,
When you see the world,
As I See,
A clear, bright, dark, sad, beautiful blue.

"No sense in nonsense, PAH, Nonsense makes the most sense, When I'm with you."

ISA

The Reapers and His Scythe

After a while,
A very long time,
These Creatures chased me down.
They were born in black,
With laughing skulls,
And poison upon their skin.

Colors worshiped them,
Deep Greens,
And Golds and Silvers,
For they gave birth to Kings,
And Rulers,
Who In turn gave birth to them.

Love and kindness went out a ways,
When these Men were born unto the world.
Unrespected except in fear,
They drew upon their choices,
To give them strength,
And comfort,
Found from no one else.

Their Scythes all different,
But Scythes the same,
They drew upon Death,
And his madness,
To save them from the day.

To all find a reaper-man,
Watch him as he grows,
The black cloak will find him,
And hug him tight,
The poison has yet to go.


"Wary is a person of fear who respects the fearful, And tired of Continuous Pain,
To keep his repect in turn."

ISA

A Brother and A Sister

I could start off with,
A list of their faults,
But none fit true to describe them,
As they have no faults,
Simply character,
True selves hiding behind them.

A normal girl,
Scared into her wits,
But Rationality she leaves behind her.

A Nice Young Man,
As Wrathful as Hell,
But with an angel there to guide him.

They live together,
Brutality and Insult,
Egging Each other on,
Until they fall on knives,
They both positioned under them.

Insane,
Inane,
Tormented by each other,
Unable and able to accept
Who and what they are.

When I met them,
I wasn't annoyed,
I wasn't embarrassed,
I wasn't ashamed,
I was sad,
Because I saw my own family in them.

I was Angry,
Antisocial,
And felt I would die,
As she felt the same,
A rotting pain,
And fear,
Of what the other brings,
And in my sadness,
I bottled my tears,
I buried my angers,
Shook off my fears,
And said to myself,
"Let's see what tommorow brings."


"Carpe diem, even if the day gets you down"

ISA