fly on my wall

the fly: sits on the wall,

listening to all,

the conversations that take place,

seeing the reactions on the face,

nothing is safe from its ear,

so everything you said is known, my dear.

being back

Dear my lovely Readers,

greetings, I hope everyone is doing well. it has been a while since I posted anything on any website, because of my recent hospital stay due to Gastroparesis, and am happy to be back. I had to stay in a hospital outside of my city, because it was a better equipped to deal with such issues, and the doctor told  I will probably have to get a pacemaker put into my stomach to deal with it, but the place that does it is far away, and could be a pain to get to. other than that I really don't have much to say but I did take some pics of the city of Buffalo, New York from my window

I will try to update you all more, and even get back to writing poems, or trying to, I love you all deeply,

your friend,

VPK

3:03

Greetings readers of this blog your eyes are laying upon. I am back from where I was the hospital, and decided to tell you about it this time, because of a new medicine they had me on for nausea. now I took another one that kinda worked, but this not only worked, but this med had me buggin' out like I was on acid. now this med was a narcotic, and given to me through an I.V so it worked fast, and I was also on another   narcotic through an I.V dilaudid for pain, which its self makes you feel like a rainbow sleeping on the sun, so getting both at the same time might have done the trick, but man the feelin' was crazy. my clock was going backwards, an old lady was in my window (I was on the third floor) crazy shit was going on. I failed to tell the doctor, or nurses about this, because the thing about the hospital is even though with the dilaudid I would just fall asleep, because of how relaxing it makes you, one can never get any rest, because even though the door is closed, all the lights are off, and I am in complete darkness they come in your room every half hour to see if you're dead, and it's like guess what I was not doing a half hour ago? dying, so guess what am not doing now? dying.

I have been home for a few days now, and am doing pretty ok :)

I hope all is going well for all of you,

love,
your friend,
VPK

The House of the Beautiful moon

I want to enter the house,

of the beautiful moon,

so I can feel the warmth,

of her carpets on my skin,

and stare out her windows,

into the sun's everlasting dream,

while her walls around me,

bring comfort to my being,

I want to meditate in her heart,

as my soul soaks in her,

I want her to be my solace,

in my heart of sorrows,

as being in her house is peace,

one only dreams of having.

America, the ugly.

I will not stand up,

and raise you in my arms,

the red streaks of blood,

you caused by your ego,

since you crossed the blue ocean,

with an agenda used to white wash,

the history of the natives,

and make your stars the brightest,

I will not fall of the lies of liberty,

when you have robbed people,

of their very identity,

I am deaf to your talks,

of being a nation of justice,

when your tactics are criminal,

I am blind to your lies of freedom,

when you make slaves of the poor,

every single word you have written,

in text books are only used to your agenda,

you are a beautiful lie,

that is repulsive in truth,

you are my home country,

the United states of America,

the ugly.

lost woman

she loved him dearly,

and would wait for him yearly,

to return back home,

from the streets he would roam,

she sat staring out her window paign,

with her love that would remain,

while he moved about,

with different women without,

any thoughts of her,

she buried her pain in liquor,

she wanted the man that she wed,

but that man was dead,

but she did not know how to leave,

the past in which she still believed,

existed on this very day,

but his wicked way,

is the person he had become,

a different person from,

the one she had knew,

the broken hearted view,

is how she now lives,

for the man her heart forgives,

but her mind has come to detest,

for never giving her soul any rest.

Dreams Die

my dreams are crushed by reality.

hurting me so badly,

my eyes closed sadly,

hoping when they open once more,

new dreams will open their door,

but that's never the case,

so these false hopes I chase,

which all lead back to the place,

in which my sorrow darkens the light,

and all hope is dead in my sight,

please someone save me,

from my worst enemy,

that is me.