The King In I

The power of my brain is

Out of hand and out of mind.

So I find myself ahead, rather than

Behind.

 

But, sometimes my mind gets

Ahead of itself.

Run away I say,

No not today, not this time.

 

Why try and fight yourself?

Why show that you have the spine?

Just know you’re one of a kind.

Let the feeling of time dissipate,

 

Sit for just ten minutes and concentrate.

With your eyes closed, eradicate

All unwanted stress and hate.

You’ll feel the world allow you to levitate.

 

What I feel and see is partly real

And surreal.

Looking up and not seeing teal;

The sky red like the blood when it reaches oxygen.

The sun black like one who attacks a king

And his following.

 

The tip of the sword that punctures the body,

Your structure of murder is more than a hobby.

A religious act of sacrifice;

One who believes they have the eyes and a soul

Of ice.

 

Colder than the boulder that fell from a cliff.

The rhythms of life are the notes of a riff.

Being crushed by fate, the weight of a boulder;

You now burn from no flame, it’s a shame

You’ll have to smolder.

 

Now that the king is dead, perished from

My head,

I live for myself and thank all that has led

Me toward rewards.

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Friends For Life

We were friends for life,

But today you left us

All behind.

 

One thousand miles or more

You’ll travel just to score

Bigger than you did here.

 

For American currency

You will slave away your soul,

Watch it go right out the door.

 

Me, I could be broke or poor

And happier than the man with

The most money in his bank account.

 

When the job is done

Are you going to return home,

To your friends or work alone.

 

We were friends for life

Until you made the choice

To work and gain a wife.

 

The Love I Have

The love I have is larger

Than the circumference

Of the Earth.

 

I love to give it away for free,

I have an endless amount

On a shopping spree.

 

My love is like the hug

Given from a child,

Soft and gentle.

 

I have so much love because

I’ve been so hurt,

Been beaten, blackened like the dirt.

 

My love is a third degree burn,

It might hurt a bit but I

Guarantee you’ll have learned.

 

The love I have won’t

Go with me to the grave,

It’ll circle the atmosphere.