Silky essense lack of chaos pretend we dont care as the world shakes us

vibrant and happy excited faces

eyes go half-lidded when you look away from us

failures and vagrants we are what we make us

and no one on anywhere could ever break us

because in this silver stream of real and fakeness

here is the impossibility no one can take this

and nobody will no one can claim stakes here

and nobody still as my soul bakes away the fear

and I'm left rising...

my pain comprising...

of things that I should hold dear.

And the tension grows as my thoughts implode

and I'm set in the mode i will explode

and I"m volitile and not worth while

but the vigor grows as the aching goes

and the cold falls out of the freezing snow

and all thats left in its place is fine white dust

over which everyone will complain

because an ash bath comes after volcanoes

and my names not helen but you'll smother the same

oh and how i wish i bubbled with a smaller flame

and how i wish i knew how to start again

but therei s nothing if life is not a game

and there is nothing if i lose

*more on that thoughtstream/poetry

~Gem