A Friend Lost

I could not have caught you from your fall

It is a building lesson wrapped up

The weight too much to push

In any other direction

You have directed yourself, again

Yet, your reality of your shadow follows

And when you rest your head

It will fall back onto you

The pressure too heavy to bear the weight

So you fall, again

No more room here for descending

I worry you will only fall flat

And not

Have the resource to lift

Yourself and all the others

That lay flat with you!

Artificial Invention-why I dislike myspace

Trapped in a space

Too small for much.......conception

Age does not play a role

For this artificial......invention

It's a mask of existence

A facial deformity of......deception

Puts you in a trance

It will alter your.....perception

A mascarade, a parade to view

Closing your eyes is the only........prevention

S0, why has fondling a computer

Replaced human......connection

Delete the space that has consumed you whole

Learn to live free and rediscover your role

in this world of.............Artificial Invention

"Eternally Terminal-Almost" just a beginning!

I felt hopeless, hopeless and helpless as I use the tree to keep me from falling into myself.  My mind is entangled with dreams and defeats posing threats to each breath that I try to create for relief.  My eyes bleed a radiating heat of loss.  A pulsating nerve seems to take over all controls of my self as it surges down my left arm.  I am not sure if it is screaming to stay alive or slowly dying from the antics that have left me thoughtless.  A small part of my soul smiles, ironically. It seems that this strange circumstance that had occurred moments before, was a slap to my reality.  It was something to awaken me before my soul is labeled eternally terminal.

I realize that the first thought that is born immediately after a near tragedy will either leave internal life threatening scars on my soul or can be used to lift one.  I fight the urge to think or feel emotion about what has just happened for I know that whatever I register within my mind will permanently mold me.  

My knees lose their strength and my feet fight to stay planted as my back slides down the smooth skin of the eucalyptus tree that has been my crutch.