Thoughts From Mental Wilderness

Lush green dewy leaves,
Moss covered floors,
Wilderness in my mind and
an ache in my heart

Did you hear?
The lungs are dead!
Did you feel?

The humanity die out

My spirit flies

through the ebbs and flows

Rites, Rituals, Prayers, Faith

Ashes on the ground

Are we writing herstory or is herstory writing herself?

The blank pages of time

Ruffled with crimes

Bespectacled audience jeering on

We are the circus,

We are the clowns,

Hello, Circus!
Hello, Clowns!

The flame gives way,

And darkness transcends,

Gory, gritty, edgy;

The world moves on

Dead, dying, decayed

All coming together

For the ultimate reckoning,

The ultimate fun

Judgment Day or Halloween?
Fact or Fiction?

Jury decides - At last!

Humanity is a crime.