Outside the Realm by RW

these cloth wrapped feet shuffle on the king's road

eyes ever watchful, I jump at a toad

fear stands implicit, for those who by birth

not blessed a noble nor with courtly worth

the nights gripping fingers, witchy cold claws

near the inn quietly breaking all laws

my back against wood and mortar to warm

numbers of knights to my inn they will swarm

if I make a sound,a horse thief or worse

my neck in course noose they can't reimburse

I am so sorry I broke up with you because I'm gay.
I feel like no one deserves that.

dear tiha
I wish we were closer.
maybe we still would be if I was never banned from neo.

dear dad
thanks for understanding my problems with mom.
but no thanks for being a butt sometimes.

dear mom
I understand that you don't get my passions and you don't like my music.
you don't have to.
you just have to try to accept it.

Friends of friends
Stan and Loved
you are friendless
we all are with you
Stan the man
sorry state of affairs
I had to read your poetry twice
after your well deserved retort
it’s good

really their spawn
should not be spread like fish do
humans are more sacred
we all know
and must know
as well as accept it to

and
so happy continuation
of a worthwhile generation to all humans
thanks for not calling me a dunce
others would

Captivated by the all-consuming
constant Fear of what is not a
controllable aspect of life ...

Sporadic thoughts delve
deep into the drastic measures
which might just save my life,
~As I Know It Now~

Justifying hypnotic paranoia
by All Means Necessary
until satisfaction
reigns Dominant
~Just For A Moment~
relishing the Fear
that holds me
Tight

I swallow the Impulse
To Fight ~ To Run ~

Cool wind blows over frozen ground
across a cemetary plot on the outskirts of town.
Tombstones pose in their stone carved silence
while flowers lay dead in twisted plastic violence.

A moon casted light--creates ghoulish shadows,
death hangs around like a rope on the gallows.
Humped up dirt from the bowels of the earth,
covers the deceased who'd been dying since birth.

Relaxing in the sun
catching up times so long ago
Wondering where the years have gone
Does anybody know?

Haven't seen your face
a decade has gone by
“My, how the time does race”
is spoken with a sigh

Sitting on the sidelines
though I'm noticed now and then
included in the times
Memories of back when

See all the the welcome smiles
My mind is such a traitor
Photos taken erase the miles
I'll have them all for later

Only drips one two three
and so many more
help bring an invaluable child

God has been kind
only women get pregnant
if men could have been
none would know
how many have been....
brought to this small world
to increase a mass population,
in countries like yours
where lives are being governed
only by robots and automation

God's smaller mercy's be praised
and you Scribbler are kind..

shroud the crespulant stir
miraculous shatter
diving far the depth

arriving less then better

I'm
not
goddess
Demeter
or Persephone
but I sow thoughts where summers tread
then the sunshine would bathe them warm to grow endlessly.

Contraception's such a bother
and passion's building higher Now!
I'm already thrice an unwed mother
things will, I hope, work out somehow.

Surprise! I'm pregnant once again
I guess this will make number four
each of them by different men
who've been through my revolving door.

All these men who came and went,
I've lost any count of them,
they'd probably fill a circus tent
those who've venture past my hem.