Moving on to my next fixation

But not without justification

For a little willpower and manipulation

Everyone thinks I flipped

But I know I just slipped

And skipped on a bump

I continue to spin again

That’s me the clumsy one

Walking the tightrope again

Up high without a net again

No balance bar in the dark again

Trying hard not to slip

I balance and shift

Doing the same old shit

I stumble and sway

Way high in the sky

But today is the day

I get to the other side

Where the grass is greener

The streets are cleaner

Not me, shit from my past made me meaner

And more aware I’ll take any dare

I can say it’s not fair

But I really don’t care

All I know is what’s real

What I think I feel,  can’t easily be healed

my patience has grown thin

and refuses to bend

and knowing I‘ll never win

Right  back up on the tightrope

Doing my balancing act again

Queen of the Heap
I live on an island
in a kingdom of shit
Made from trash and broken dreams
Stranded, abandoned, remanded
So from my heap every day I planned it
And plotted and schemed to get off
left to follow my own designs
And on my throne of shit I rot
To exist yet another day
Smoke signals ignored by all
I wave invisible S.O.S. flags
At ships that pass in the night
After that I sit and dream
NO! I mean plot and scheme
My intensions always are the best
My actions are almost the same
So here I shall abide
forced by no one to reside
yet forever to remain
Queen of the heap
Dutchess of disaster
Empress of chaos
Upon my throne
In my kingdom of shit

An Ode to Booze: A Sloppy Sonnet
There is but one thing I will always know
From the experience I have gained so far
My inspiration comes not from artistic flow
But from the very top shelf at the bar
Inspiration to draw out my words
Letting emotions guide my way
The pen always mightier than the swords
But couldn’t let out what I had to say
I tried love and loss, even tried to laugh
To free words from within my mind
I discovered my muse in a carafe
In the form of beer, liquor and wine
Now you know when I am rhyming
It’s the booze and not the timing