Destined Fatality…

I do not desire immortality,
Yet there is brutality,
In the unknown of our destined fatality!
Some have claimed to pull back during transition,
Yet unclear into what,
Spoken of a bright light,
Is this the route to beginning again?
Or perhaps a show stopping finale?
Is it the path to reincarnation,
Or just the end of our life destination?
What lies yonder?
We have ideals and notions,
But we shall never know for certain,
Until it is our time to go,
And by that time will we care,
I don’t think so!

Ending My Life…

By the roadside,
I ponder,
Trying to process,
Each thought like a knife in my chest!
I would openly confess,
They need not interrogate me like I am under arrest,
All is unclear,
Time lost.
I cannot remember before,
I am struggling with today,
And fearful of tomorrow,
Carrying my heavy burden of sorrow.
I was fast,
I was quick,
Gliding down the motorway,
I ran out of fuel,
Landed on a side road,
Out of harms way.
Blinkers on,
But no power to carry on.
My phone has full battery,
But I have no one to call.
Looking down,
I see my seat belt on,
This sequity measure assures me that this was not planned,
I am guessing that I was on a mission,
Definitely going forward,
And in a second,
It ended,
My purpose,
My focus,
My control,
My goal,
Just stiff and numb,
Everything stopped,
Time,
Sound,
Smell,
Stuck in my own personal hell,
Left with slight feeling,
And full sight.
Looking into the mirror,
My reflection does not look right,
Looking older than my years,
Fading away,
Out of fight.
My bare feet on the cold ground,
I feel the vibration of a large vehicle drawing close,
The headlights are bright,
Intense without sound.
I step into the light,
Immediately ending all of my pain and strife,
Subsequently ending my life.

Could You Press Pause?

When life is good,
And you feel fit,
Feisty with fire,
That ignites the power within you,
To fight with all of your might.
No mountain too high,
No river too low,
Good to go.
Like an eagle you soar the sky’s,
You see the whole world,
Tiny,
Through your powerful eyes,
From the very top,
All powerful and mighty,
You take it all in,
Knowledgeable and wise.
Nothing to fear,
Safe up so high,
Near where heaven lyes.
You thought out of harms way,
Yet monsters are real,
And they will find you if they want to,
Day or night,
Dark or light,
With the power of their third eye,
They can always find you,
So don’t ever let your guard down,
Or they will surprise you!
When darkness comes,
Like a magician’s cloak,
It swoops down and covers the light.
Senses lost,
With sudden change,
You are out of control.
Catapulted out of safety,
And highly at risk!
When life is bad,
You feel only sad,
It’s not something that you would choose,
Being stuck with the blues.
The monsters of the night,
Scurry and reep all good from you,
And around you.
Only bad news left,
Wishing you could walk in another man’s shoes,
Any other shoes would do!
When stood on the volcanic and jagged rocks of a cliff,
Your head as high as the slight and distant twinkling stars,
Pretty from a far,
But shooting ones will strike right through you,
Like a bullet from a gun.
Beneath,
A pit of fire.
All of a sudden,
Such an ugly place to be!
Could you press pause?
Take it all in?
Breath in?
Reset?
Manipulate your environment to your liking?
Turn around and walk with caution,
Don’t look back,
Only forward?
Or jump without hesitation?
Cut out the frustration,
Eternal probation of some kind of higher power,
That is holding you back from revelation,
With sleep deprivation,
You fall into the Devils heart,
Only wild dogs hear you cry.
Ashes to Ashes,
As you singe to dust.
Leaving nothing but the toxic stench of death,
Obliterated,
No time left for tears,
Remorse,
Or regret.

People Want To Talk About Butt Implant’s And Donald Trump….

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I’ve got to stop with this self obsession,
Blabbing on and on about my depression,
Hiding behind my computer screen,
Never to be seen,
Like I’m some kind of Phantom,
Typing real hard to get through my tantrum.
People want to talk about butt implants and Donald Trump,
Politics and elections,
Not my imperfections.
No One cares about me,
I’m not a celebrity!
I can put myself out there,
But it won’t go viral,
Regardless I shall still project the words born out of my venomous downward spiral,
Because once released they will be out there for eternity,
A non expired shelf life that shall reign long after you and me.
My words may just skip right past you,
Jump over your head,
But the notion of them helping someone,
Even if I am dead,
Makes it all worthwhile for me,
And worth being said,
Because actually I am not self obsessed,
Yes I do share my distress,
But to help others who are equally troubled and feel worthless.
I have been criticised but also thanked for my honesty,
Told that my words have helped,
Ignited a bit of light in others darkness,
And so as long as I have the power to confess,
I shall,
Not to share for sharing sake,
But to empower and unite with those who need it,
And with the internet being the ultimate tardis,
It will harbour my words forevermore,
For those that need and will benefit.

I wrote this for my Great Grandma just before she passed away… She has left us now but in our hearts she will always stay!

My Great Grandma,
You are like a star,
Shining all through your life from near or far,
Spreading light wherever you are,
You’ve packed your bags,
You’re going away,
It’s time to leave,
You can no longer stay.
We love you so much,
We don’t want you to go,
From the bottom of our hearts we love you so,
Because you are my Great Grandma.
We’re turning off the lights,
That you have shined so bright,
We’ll throw you in the sky to now spread your light,
And we’ll look up at you,
And always remember you,
Because we love you.
My Great Grandma.

Like you…

I wish that I could be like you,
know how to feel and express like you do.
You have this light about you,
and like a magnet both people and animals are drawn to you.
Is it really as effortless as it appears?
The art of being happy,
Accepted and fulfilled.
Or do you also cry at night?
Occasionally get cocooned in darkness rather than light?
I mean you must do?
You’re human right.
If you do you conceal it well,
seriously no one can tell.
I lost that art of deception,
nothing is hidden now that I am unwell.
If I am upset,
You definitely can tell.
Whether it is some kind of mind control strategy,
or you are just happy,
I hope one day to be like you,
Put my game face on and just get through.