Sad

Sad

A Poem by Ed

This is what was put infront of me on the tv when I was barely old enough to speak,
I did see peoples eyes turn green and red, grey as they roll up into their skull.  The sounds of uncontrollable howls.
 Voices put through sound modifiers and pitch multipliers.
to hear the sound of denatured chorus growls and laughter of a child if children had the voice of old women,
black like blood that stopped running and its flow dead since long ago and the screams and shrieks of things that no longer eat amongst the living or
the meat cuz even the meat is too alive, too fresh for such things of the deep but even so they're reaching, to feed on the weak, awake, asleep, do you know how far beneath
slip and steep, forget, and fear less like me and then when I think I'd like to let go of such things as if the things of nightmares could get a hold of me.  sow something new before you too, before the word no longer you pursue
racing your heart, chasing you a start, and not a moment passes when danger isn't far, and fear is a smile. and selfishness defiles. 
Sad puppy cries turn to thoughtless alligator eyes, a straight face, all over the place,
 sincerity can only be found in grace.
    and the word hits hard.
 from which love is not an echo, whispering incandescence 
coming from an old serpent.  Never saw a friendly owl.  Never saw a steady coward.  Saw scenes of youth being youth with silver lining
reflecting to the wrong kind of ending? Even in a story about a kitchen knife should just be cooking dinner another day in the life, of course.
prudence better be in its right place,  Unless highschool and family life is more of a danger like playing with fire these days.  Mental health, and a situation
thats difficult. 
Playing with fire is what the average person does.  from gasoline, to excitement Cuz Viva Las Vegas apparently is a Mexican haven. 
Playing with fire is what the average person does.  marshmallow smores
to the pretty spectacle of gunpowdered saturday morning colored compositions part of this complete fast to break celebrating what,  celebrating the day, celebrating the sky?
celebrating the reason not to ask why? Just light up the chinese new innovation, the best replacement for the use of gunpowder.
they are great, better than the average dirty harry so thank them grains.  Never new food coloring and jolly ranchers can turn bullet
volatility into sparkling coriagraphy so light hearted to be inspiring as if something triumphant.  If we stand and honor the pretty light show. 
maybe for the one who's wish isn't so obvious cuz bathing alone on a friday night and skeptical and careful asking if
anyone is there while wearing a towel.
Maybe it should be more common to suburbs and neigborhoods to have the halloween theme play since we all go watch the film anyway.  Serial winners, theres a phrase, winning streaks
 don't need to worry cuz they got their stakes right in place.  Serial Kidders, theres a way, paid to pay someone
a way to good fortune, good chance, for a good opportunity, to be a good catch and well mannered sense to match by being afraid of
someone who's kidding?

Even if they're dressed in clown looks I mean clown shoes. and they're not
there to cheer you up. If when and most importantly ask why are you a little run down and sad.    
Never had much run in with clowns, its been a long time since I went to cirque sol le,  out of all the people and all the place
 to find a clown and hug the love out of them cuz I'm sure out of all the weirdos and strange
i'm sure they're safe?  cuz ronald mcdonald never showed up at my house and I'm 28.
Pinata parties and cake. Never could pin that tail, maybe once cuz I really care.
 biggest let down that always
made me complain like a whiney spoiled brat on his birthday was musical chairs cuz I was always smaller than my cousin who will
 remain unnamed and looking back it was push and shove and sharing a seat wasn't part of the game.
throwing someone off, had to be done because the way its played its in the rulebook of musical chairs. Sharing chairs thats not how its played. 
At the ripe old age or young I don't know, could I say I'd play musical chairs with other adults?. I'd still play musical chairs. beer pong, sure, thats a game.
cuz to play it when barely walking straight. might be interesting.
Pinata's not so much, don't like swinging a cardboard box filled with candy.  Im not too old to swing a stick at mousey mick, elmo, or a little pony but not infront of
the kids cuz I don't like candy and they come running and birthday parties or any kind of shin dig where theres a pinata. someone gets hit. no one seems to mind the person swinging blind folded,
 until wait theirs little kids and thats usually it.
someone gets it almost half the time so remember pinatas are dangerous.  Only you can prevent kids running into the line of fire.  Happens all the time.  But a big little pony.
  Bronies have feelings too might be some uncles and cousins who find it
offensive even if they have college degrees.  Nice to know girls grew out of those fads once they found that feeling, such a good feeling, blonde hair and princesses fare, sweet and spice and everything nice
well it doesn't apply, cuz even a brat or barbie, lady, or one you go wild for and sing like you really care. they all got it and you know
what makes them so fabulous.   ITS CALLED SAD
                  :(

the secret ingredient.  good luck wih the sugar and spice.  nice?  uh yeah.

© 2017 Ed


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