Numb

Numb my bum is numb

I want to rise but its numb

I wriggle to and fro

Scratching my ankle 

But no where to go

My bum is so numb

My rating is a downed thumb

Oh how my bottom has lost all feeling

I need a doctor for healing 

I'm in agony because i have no comfort

Yet I can't get up for 

A second 

A minute

I need relief

My numb bum is so dumb

My legs are shaky but going numb

Just like my aching bum

My bum is so numb

Numb is my bum 

So numb so dumb

Numb is my bum

Hurrah!

Hurrah for the new day!
Holler for the chance to take it in
When night falls
I wonder who shall be in
When the sky becomes dark
Who shall be in when the clouds are not out
Who shall be in when no ones about
Ghost town ghost town
So silent and hollow
When the sun rises who shall be here tomorrow
The wind creeps into these homes
Why wasn't the window closed
The home to the left
With the big tire swing that hangs from the rickety tree
Night is upon us and there's the target
So ghost town ghost town
Show me more
Will there be death near my door
Will my neighbors see daylight
Will I be among them
Tell me wind that howls like a coyote
Will the market be ready to sell
Will the farmer's cattle do well
On through out this night
Or shall we be consumed by this invisible fright
But what a joy the morning brings
When the natural blue has been restored in this dark indigo sky that looms over my head
Shall we become enemies to gather the pitch fork, the knives, the guns
Would it be this that shall leave us undone
Oh ghost town!
Let life be breathed into you
For we are afraid of our own shadows
We are all confused 
Let the majestic sun rise
Illuminate this gloomy sky
Rid the moon that guides the ocean tides
That reaches full only to leave us high and dry
Couples week down then it's all gone
Slowly showing us how wrong
Feeding us false hope
Not like you sun
That has been here for ages
You feed our crop with your illustrious rays
Warm us when we're frigid
Please return our color king
Hurrah for the new day.....
That is for anyone left to see it and flee

Simpleton

   I honestly never work on perfection. I'd rather be plain than flaming like a bag of dung on the street. It isn't that my voice can not carry with the weight of authority. This guy would rather be slow to speak. Yes, naive of me to lay low in world where they walk among the heads of the loyal. Eh, I think simpleton fits. I've been guilty of living up to society's ideals, beliefs, and trends. However, I will not let it define who I am.
      No matter what race you are or what place you were raised; eventually we submit to that culture's will. So dare to be different, dare to be unique! Be who you want to be. Nowadays, I see special people here, and colorful one there, who then is special when all are "different"? See simpleton fits. It's like a coat wrapped snug around a soul with doubt, fear, anxiety, no patience, dreams, happiness, and thoughts that seem all consuming.
     Imperfectly perfect, ah...now that's a term that I respect. Perfect in full essence of the word is imperfections and flaws. To embrace them is your choice and mine. So shall you choose to be Perfect, "different", or will you be simple? I mean we all need variety.

My Truth

          So this is where we start off. Here in a room I lie in wait. I wait on inspiration. I wait for the nerves to rest so that I may relax. This laptop may be fickle, but it's my tool to escape. Beyond the paper and pen. Yes, I will  use this to win! Rather late than never as they say. My mind wonders and drifts away. Put your best foot forward, publish, html..., and other buttons like it are all that I see. My eyes lay glued to this plain screen. Honestly, what is that I want this to be. Many say let it reflect you, or bend to the consumer's appeal. Treading through minute keys on this oh so ebony board will failure grip me or will adrenaline compel me. Consistency is what can make or break me. The natural desire write remains within. I maybe waiting on "inspiration", however I think inspiration aspires to my truth...