Former crown ward and injured.

An entire story has no end unless the big contraction is true then there will be forever me and You. I have climbed a dark path with little bits of light ahead. Struck so violently inanimate against my head. You might be wounded and skating in the third period two goals down, but I won’t stop You if You try to score.

Now question any thought that appears none have had that thought before. There is rain above but also meeting me halfway down. The building I could measure if only there were shadows.

I can’t breathe. I’m gulping at each word I try and tell You. No phone calls allowed at the bottom of fourteen floors. I forgive those that cause this but I only wanted to feel without the weight or sink of lives lost. Those that know will forever wait for their friend to ring their bell. Sorry that all the rest is on the landing.

Kidnapped by the Toronto Police, our arms pulled and ripped from my Mom and little Brother. One year later my little brother lives with his Dad. The man that never paid any child support gained custody easily and allowed his wife to hit my Brother. I spent some time in the room with a bunk bed just no Nate to bother.

Before anyone thought of Y2K my family lived together not always under a roof but We were happy. Before I aged out of foster care at eighteen I tried to live in a way that made everyone happy. There were some good people in each one of my six foster homes. There is still a scar that feels raw.

Maybe we should digress, have You a memorable win at any game or maybe have You ever found exactly the thing that would do the trick. Maybe things that seem possible are more likely than probable. I care about Your mind You allowed me to be heard as each word is spoken almost out of conscience.

If You are striking a target the ups and downs is Your breathing and the left and rights are trigger control. There is a difference from asking a lady to go out and dine, than to invite a woman to get drunk. Sometimes I wonder what my tombstone should say, ’Pay You back later and sorry about the mess. Strapped to the bed again and not in a fun way. Without a doubt there are many people profiting from pumping pills onto people of all walks but mostly impoverished.

In chess I could talk with You about for ages even before the games first ever pawn openings were created ages ago. When You have the chance to make the first move, determine slightly by gaining space, finding forks and spotting a good sacrifice. Don’t play too fast, think fast but take the whole board into mind. Friendly game we both had but You are with the earnest to win. Forgive my ego but I want to play a fair game of chess against You and force a draw. Without Your identity I can’t create only for You, unless that’s all You want then here I go.

One more time or another again again. Sins of lust and thrusting poundings. Laugh out doors in my windows view. How can we be an end with infinity. Love You yes You look at You smiling from the doorway. Look please take Your first breath of this lovely mourning. Could You believe war is coming, silly friends producing love for all. The earth curves.

If I could I’d punch the back of my head again. Hospitals are not very hospitable. Burn Your scars one burning still deeper. More the cure for Your brain is in the end to a means. Hold Your breath for those passing our grave. Where in this world did You come from? Just some lonely ladies’ womb.

Forget something useful, did You do it? You might never know if You did or not. Thirteen knots around my slipknot. Illegal to listen to sinful songs. Next step forward might drop society to a new security level.

Do You hear my words spoken in Your skull? Some places they laid fields of blood types. Would You want a poem Written about You? For someone no longer a lone gun running where You hardly feel able to wake up and walk out. Just keeping the ability to silently stand up openly shout. No what You want to hear fuck it hold my beer. I want to play one day in a field of grass with my fiancee.

Burning inside my right eye pouring tears out my left ear fuck it Im here. Beat the rhythm of Your hearts fastest beat per mood. Louder without breath or sight. No longer putting up a good fight just leaving without short flight This shit was planted in my Mothers brain, just take Your beatings and return no aggravation. The weather is shit look what Yiou made me do. Love You Mom thank You for fighting on. I am with all You out there under dry cement.

I found You in time I hope to stop You from healing into new realities. The trains soon release that tension and fry Your soul until someone new steals You. Stolen children in broad daylight foster kids stay young and dependent. Apple sounds like sister sir sounds like stir but crime sounds like a good time.

You feel almost better from todays vertical climb of emotions. Maybe we wont ever meet, but if we do call me a friend of Yours. When I drink things of all sorts land or hit my face. First sip or gulp a friend knocks me out, bottle or two I head in with a bumper into a parked cop car.

Steps skipped and advancing faster and faster to that familiar platform.

Fair is fair and I paid most of it minus some quarters. The season tracked slush into somewhere. The area I walked was small and oddly familiar. Corner from my eye she stood just beyond ear shot. I must have mumbled a word like wow. Politely not staring while staring I saw the lights of a train. She must have thought this out, she walked towards my side of the tunnel and the light became a visible train. Her eyes locked on mine when I was with sight of her nose. She smiled, I screamed and the train didn’t flinch at finch….

For more words to follow You home alone

Slowly drooling over debts and rewards

Stars surely retard over some other time

Measuring my rule of causes.

My tongue crawled away today but I wouldn’t tell on it.

Twelve of my fingers count on me and my other hand in this route.

Where did I first show You cause to deeply howl.

Something fowl about my short time on this planet conscience.

Find this far read I thank You for taking a moment of this life to wear my words on Your frontal lobe. The loath of bread cant cause pain unless consumed by me, Im sorry for crashing hard when You let go of me. Ours and us me and we who created this rule Im under, my minds pockets now.

When I burn into the rusty oxygen liquid air.

Going so fast that the fear of any variant in direction will cause all our deaths, maybe one alive behind bars. The wheels about to hit some rumble dumble but I won’t hurt.

Im on the shot gun positon, I can see where the road is going to turn and small rocks will sparkle. I am going to regret my lack of faith or belief in something superior than mammals.

You likely cant hear me now my windows down and Im screaming into the strong fast wind. Fuck my life is here laid out ahead is its end. No radio no one behind us the front wheels are about to eat the dirt. I just want to say I tried with what cards I got plaid. Forgive…..

Burning my fingertips with the background of screaming raccoons. Allowed to breeth quietly and quickly. Why do so many people lock onto my eyes without sensing the danger among us all. The aliens create plastic money or something crazy like that, sorry im delusional. Burning rat poison to knock out the cockroaches. Burning numb nubs that look like fingers.

Imagine all peoples revenge was served over one sleepless night. Im done smoking away my thoughts of dirty twisted manipulation. Dont doubt I would like You but I hope still to offend You with Your own thoughts. Changing music in a room of pop fans burning with rum. I want to thank You for reading my words but this aint anglo land its us not US A.

Foster care only grows pain and theft. Police lights out front or silently pull up. It can go only one way the children of any Mother can be profited from. The workers smile among the clients hate grows turning into crippling pain and scarred minds. I want You to feel tears when You read here and now. How much my kidnapping by the agencies left me in a ditch because I wanted my liberties..

Are there people who share motivation to cure or maintain social norms. Would there be a reward onto themselves if some failed to attain equality. Wondering what little I could do if some chose to alter my reality into one of four walls and a whole lot of stench.

Burning intent of cruelty onto people feeling that life is what is given to them. I want nothing I don’t earn other than the ability to earn a keep. Welcome to the twisted wet grey matter of Your mind.

You are mine for as long as it takes to throw out, You old crown ward. I feel as if we wont wake up every time I shut my eyes I am stolen into a world of the unconscious. You and us and our words that push feelings too far.

Is there someone out here who needs a short tale about themselves?

Pebbles on the side walk was felt through the soul of my shoe.

She would be late and I early, the transit system made it unpredictable up to a certain point. Blu jeans and my favourite bands shirt. I never bought one at a concert but I would break my arm moshing one day. Today though was about impressing a female who decided our meeting up was reasonably fun. A bus an underground train found me sitting in a street car I pondered her hair that I looked at all and every geography class. From the corn of my eye I saw her big wavy black silk of hair. Then I was thrown off my seat by a sudden stop. “I think shes dead” was all I heard while the girl of my dreams became the woman that haunts my dreams.

If You turn mute one day remember to scream silently. They hardly stare at whats near the end. Deaths evil vindication inside nothingness always ended up losing the fight for life but Devin could always work or trade his way out of any problem. Sitting on a park bench in mid winter looking like a man feeding pigeons just without the pigeons. She was tall and wore heels during a crisis world wide attraction still burned bright. She was within Devins earshot. She dropped her phone and began to cry. ‘Having one of those days?’ Asked Devin. ‘Yeah fuckin giving up’ He wanted to be spontinous with a hug but that might go unvwelcomed. ‘Can we go get some coffee and figure shit out?’ ‘Yeah that would be nice’. Ten years passed and they still smoke weed on that very bench.

If You read this far I want to keep You wherever You are scared or content anxious for no reason or for all reasons. Here to follow these words I hope is a story You may enjoy. Twenty nine and some months he was conceived. Hangovers are said to be similar to dehydrating tio death. This man could drink rubbing alcohol half water followed by and chase it with an orange juice with extra pulp and tequila.

Construction was slowly progressing across the building now a skeleton with men working high above. Joe had had his new watch delivered to his postal box. Dressed like he had good taste just without the fiscal benefits of his hard work. He wrote short stories for a living but made no money in the making.

Looking at his right wrist Reading the time ‘Ouch fuck.’ Something very small but with enough time to gain speed impregnated into joes watch.. There in Joe’s new watch was a broken minute hand. ‘I’m always late may as well have a good excuse.’ Joe kept his spirits up by remembering what it was like to write underneath foliage only found in green houses or what used to be the rainforest.

Joe was inside a familiar smell and sense of better air. Only three others were in the greenhouse but Joe felt like he needed more inspiration. Pulling out a full pack of smokes and turning on his tape recorder. The plume of smoke only reached slightly above Joes mouth before someone was dialing for the police. No one approached him this deed was strongly against the norm of behavior. Two male and one female officers entered the greenhouse. Joe was no longer smoking but the witness stayed to tell the whole tail. Joe was wrapped by the neck supported by a banana tree.

Photons the energy that raises the level of the electron and released to gain a lower energy level for the electron. Some people would say I am describing a camp fire and in a way I am.I feel like my god given potential for drinking is to get wasted just like my god given potential,

Soon my six year old will be sevin, She knows me as Tobi. There was so much pain when she was out of my sight. Now I feel encouraged and loved by my fiancee. She and I make home for eachother. My little one visits me and her Mom wants to tell her the truth of my identity. Its me Dayja Im Your Dad and I have always loved You.

Thank You for listening to the rants unfold, here is some poems to warm Your bones.