More zombie facts.

Zombies are not really aware of morals and ethics

Zombies seek to be less human and eating brains is a great way to rob humans of not just their brains but their humanity

A zombies favorite color is often black

Zombies are just as interested in violence as they are death

You can never expect loving kindness from a zombie

A zombie can only go for so long with out eating a brain then they get more crazy from the lack of their needed food.  Then they are wanting more brain very soon after a feed.

Generosity is a strange concept to zombies

Zombies leave their homes mainly to eat brains and go to place and people where brains are the most plentiful.

A cyber bully is a zombie

Zombies are not worthy as friends

Zombies can't apoligize

In the following posts I want to discuss universal human constants not as an expert at all.

The face is hiding

Writhing with unachievable longings

To little hall ways

One safe

The the other tempting

You try the tempting one

On the way to Green Land

It is freezing.

Reality benders.

The earth stood still

Winds had calmed

Songs were just sing along

And the action begins at seven

Like worms after a rain

People leap from towers

As if these were invisible

Invisible towers

Which hold the treasures

And move around in pistols.

Usually shooting into the air

And watching clouds burst

For our minds.

Yes.

The future is unknown and be merciful with yourself.

You deserve your compassion and deep love from yourself.

Success means something...

As love shines it's flashes

Wrippling through space

As a form of purity

Points forwards Destiny

Or the river ride if you are unwise

A spot of death and demise

The path is hidden near the river

Appearing as a flash of light

Take this one

You have the courage

Go soon

Go soon

As she moves

To change shape into driftwood

And then you lose.

For beauty had a possibility

Was it her fault or what

The lame finger is fresh

The sound is a loneliness

A faight like death

We are the flowers of enchantment

On the street of fairness

Time for forgetting

And deep forgetfulness

Your wishes of the sacred

Hold my hand now.

It was the life they knew

As if time has falcon wings

Your eye sharp as needles

Aiming at targets

You shoot out your missiles

I sense your tendencies

It eats the tail

Finally it is an abstraction

Too much paint

Not enough action

So I do something

Very strange and obvious

It is delicious.

My form of poetry has this

At least nine lines

And less then nineteen lines

Line length can vary but,

Structure is as important as content

The more structure the better

Over the hundreds of poems

When structure is instinctive a bit

So if you are a writer

Remember structure

Freedom is a trap.

Here we dream

Things fall from the sky

Like ice cream cones

The people fret instead

Only their eyes can see

Not into the landscape

But sizing the size of things

Your eyes melt

I can see what is true

To kiss into you

It feels like a disappearance

Then more to the skin

As if it lights up the horizon

Like a red sea

Hold me in your dreams.