I feel its New Years
and its the first new day of my life
rhythms of persistence banging away
in this heart of mine
I will and I will myself to be myself again.
No more paying heed to their no more no never mind
no more odes to the woe of the world of wolves of strife
let those who know no allegiance
or the meaning of kind
howl bay say what
they will what they might
suck down, swallow the pills
poison themselves all they will
its no more monkey-shine of mine.
Its New Years Day
the first new day of my life.
No ones gonna treat me nor my pack
like I add up we add up to zero
like we lack.
No mercy left no milky kindness floating
in their empty heart sacks.
No one gets to sum me up.
Never going to give in to any
more straw words they may say,
(I am smiling now as I imagine them floating away)
the arsenal words they spray
no harvest from gossip of the grapevine
all you psychic vampires
are verboten and all too soon
will be forgotten.
Yes, its the first day of my new life
and its the last day I will listen
ah, the forest is now quieted.
Enjoy the peace.
Enjoy the silence.
I enjoy the new knowledge of my first day.
The Romans have deserted the empire.
I am here to stay.
psst...hello wolves...the universe is waiting
you will reap what you have sown...
Monday June 25, 2012 All Rights Are Reserved By this Author
Melissa A Howells from her Tilt-a-World.