You took your magic away.

An invasion and occupying done.And yet,Does the same thing.But then again…One is doing it to market peace!While the other is not into salesmanship.They are doing it,Just to release some heat…Around a piece of pipeline needed.Either way…Deceit is fed,To leave more innocent dead.With acts of diplomacy…To further bleed reality from conscious heads!

A new arrival.Someone who elects to question,From hidden places.To play hide and seek.Not me.I am not into game play.Not today when times are the way they are.Not with adults who like to keep their lives,Disguised while they decide to moralize and criticize.Not when my peace of mind is at stake.Not into game play.Not at all.Even…

Or sold as one’s property?If one is to sell their’s…In today’s economy,Will they become considered as wise?Becoming wealthy,To discover they have been despised.Will those marketing common ignorance,Be recognized at all?Since there is currently a surplus of it…And those who are certified and licensed,Can not prove their ignorance is truly authentic!

And now they scatter…To escape from crevices hidden,To shield embarrassment…Shown on their faces.Snacking like mice…And smacking on the remnants,Of free cheese once liked.With few pieces left to feed,Those in abundant need.And in speeches those who leech…Has chosen one amongst them,To move forward to speak:‘My fellow crumb snatchers…To uphold a facilitation of rhetoric so enjoyed,In a…

Shows mist and drizzle drawn.A forecast of gray clouds,Displayed above floors of parquet.And parlayed behind closed doors…Appears to come to those in conference.Bearing surreal rainstorms to drench,Until done!Although some had eyes sparkling of brightness,Captured.Others carried tears,When they looked away.Knowing this exhibit conveyed,Too many reminders.Too many had known…They had already walked,Soaked streets wet with sorrows…Few knew.But…

You were still waiting for rainbows,And clouds with silver lining.You were defining life,As I lived it with curiousity!As I chose adventure…Over nursury rhymes.When I wrote this,I knew better thenWhat came to me freshWas not someone else’s collected wishes.These gifts were mine,And I wanted to share!But you were hoping,Glittering gold dust from the skiesWould pour upon…