I Feel that All the

Tattoos and the Scars

Had All Quieted Down

And the Visibility Decreased

I’d Given Each One Kudos

not my painting…

Then, Took It All Back

The Life Continued

The Blood and the Sweats

Grinded Down by the Torture

The Skyrocketing Housing Prices

We’d All Become

not my photograph…

Trapped Deep in This Desperate Low Now

(If Tears Fell from the Fresh Produce Sections

Thanks So Very Much, Large Prawns)

Something Must be on Your Mind

Like on Mine

That Heart of Stone

Hidden in the Most Hopeless of All Bosoms

Recollecting the Past is Always

the world of lost souls, not my art…

A Sort of Sissy………

But that’s for the Sake of

Certifying the Lowered Cries of

the Macho Men

I Suppose I’m Ill

Like You

From the Angles

Meeting up in the Depth of the Seas

Without the Identifiable Locations

The Whales that are Seemingly Invisible

not my art…

That was, Our Separate Souls

Keeping Each Other Alive by Pouring Water

(If Suddenly

the Tears Do Get Controlled

Thank You, the Guardians of the People)

Every Day I Wake

In This Place that Resembled a Crime Scene———

In the Nightmares

The Thousand-Year-Old Dusts Accumulated

And We are Still, Destined ‘Til Forever

That’s Truly Scary!

But, We’d All Learned, to Smile

So, this is on keeping a bright outlook on life, no matter how hard life can get, you still need to hold on tightly that dying speck of hope, just hold on, because that, is the only THING that will, help you through this worst time of your lives!