Revenge
Trembling. I'm shaking, the whole world is quaking.
My hand holds a gun
My body loses patience
Eye to the scope
I really cannot cope
Darkness in my soul
I just can't control
Top of a scraper
In the depths of hell
I'm under a spell
Something called revenge
My soul's transparent
I'm chilled to the bone
My business ensures
I won't be headin' 'lone
A shadow has settled
Just o'er my head
In just one second
He'll be lyin' there
Dead
Harmonious Juxtaposition
With a dash of mascara,
light dab of blush,
and swipe of magenta lip gloss,
I tie the laces of my mud riddled cleats.
With delicate hands folded, fingers interlaced between the jewels
I fiercely defend my opinions.
With a skin-tight dress, hair down, spirits up
I grip the steering wheel, eyes on the finish line.
My whole being, as society deems, is an utter mess.
I am a harmonious juxtaposition, nothing more and nothing less.
Clinton’s Corruption
Wall Street, Mass Media, and Hillary Clinton. All three using their power and influence for a selfish agenda, leaving America in the midst of political corruption and economic ruin unparallelled in all of American History. Wall Street and the few elites who hold the majority of the wealth utilize all of their power to get Hillary Clinton into office. What is in it for them? Well, the 1% of Americans who harness over 40% of the nation's wealth want to keep it that way. Getting Hillary into office ensures the poverty rate to skyrocket as the bottom 80% of Americans earn 7% of the nations income to share. Mass Media, since the 1920's when radio was first introduced, has been a mechanism to influence society. Mainstream media covers Hillary's successes, seldom as they are, as Secretary of State and simply refuses to report Hilary's role in the Benghazi attack, or her utterly unprofessional and careless email scandal jeopardizing the security and welfare of America. The media's influence is not to be underestimated. Wall Street elites see this opportunity and buy out companies to promote a fraudulent candidate. Call it a personal opinion, but I do not want a lying politician controlled by the political elite of Wall Street to run this country into the ground.
Foreign Emotion
The idea provoked me.
Jolting my heart with such might,
yet such simple gentleness
that I could not decipher what exactly had me
electrified.
An emotion foreign to me,
traveling days
and sleepless nights
to a little notch
burrowed in the pulsating drive of emotion
destined to stop
at every nerve,
every inch,
every tissue and fiber
of my physical body.
Melody of Our Hearts
Rhythmic tapping of a humming bird's peck
vibrated the massive sycamore tree.
The miniscule, velvet-feathered creature
cracked away its drum line
against ancient, choppy bark.
Sap oozed,
hidden crevices.
Slowly crawling down
time it's enemy
as the crimson sunrise glistened,
halting the golden honey into a statue.
An owl hooted,
hidden within the rustling of every individual leaf.
Scraping
sliding
composing a melody obedient to the breeze.
A fox's quick-footed pace raced along
the pads of its feet touching the mossy ground
at 8-counts.
In the holding hands of radiantly green leaves,
mildew dripped into a soft beat.
The hearts of all creatures
pumped
nature's sweet melody.