The gondola

A compliment is nice because I am empty inside
I'm locked inside a vice in this no chance attempting to hide

I'm not yet master of this portal, but I'll support you as one...
Who has been judged and mistreated to ok keep it s short there's no fun

I  love all those who are invisible
My heart remains true
This up and down in intervals keeps us apart, what is new
Saying I don't deserve my name to be famous, minds are wafting up glue

No privacy at home or work would annoy even the best, after this much time
Its been collected and directed
With a collective design

Love is an art form made for sharing though souls
That I want to drill into people alive and sharing a pulse

At the same time as me and if they hurt please try to shelter their pain
I am alive still needed love worthy to analyze every brain

This is for the sad and angry souls who have been kicked hard when  They're down
I wish I could create the smiles while reversing their frown

I am not one of the ones who hurt people, I will  always want to listen with care

Soothing Pain of the broken hearted when their isn't sincere

People in their lives

Cause I know alone feeling and all of it's pain
I want to guide the broken hearted
With a connection to dissolve inner shame

Shame of having no one
Is where we trip and we fall
My brain is for a emitting Love
With a nearly limitless toll

This time of the year is for growth,
And now the leafs are starting to sprout
An invisible castle has a drawbridge, regarding the note

I need to love a person I feel my soul in a cage
I want to get through t ok people who have bee in pop pulled in to rage

Directing hate at me it must evolve like the ocean
Like a perfectly planned seed ready to dissolve the commotion


Created by the haters who get to roam and place blame
Let it fizzle out please approach the antidote is some rain

I want to be a good parent and never loose my love for my kids
And teach them not to judge the homeless, they wish they were all done being skids

I'm know about have no where to live with ends that will not connect
Daddy has in the past risen up fron the dirt, to try to ok build his respect

I where work boots aggressively to stomp poor and build up a wage
So stop being perverted and noticing the ways i still grow and learn from my cage.

I bow to my readers
If you need me just ask
I still have me a genie ready to flee from his flask

By © Mike Stewart
2019




I submitted art I guess
A fresh start for no stress
Trying to pick the pieces
To find a spark from feeling blessed
 
Because my mess is in my mind and I envision it gone
Tears benieth the surface are not fully vivid but strong
 
So my division belongs
 
With a girl beside me holding her ✋ hand
I'm Canadian but I am not as cold as the land