Creativity Flows

							Creativity Flows
     (Newest poems)




By: Douglas Gray
                                Disappearing act

We arrive in our new home
here in the middle of nowhere
our neighbors speak in tongues
 we don’t understand
 we hope there nice


its been days since we seen
or hear from home
we’re left with out supples
starving and hope less

here’s our disappearing act
left without a trace
a message left carved in a tree
just a word was all that’s left of us

our neighbors are alive and well
and we’re the ones that disappeared
where did we go, no one knows

many think black magic
or animal attack
most believe we enter grated with the locales
but no one knows the truth


here’s our disappearing act
left without a trace
a message left carved in a tree
just a word was all that’s left of us
                                        Egyptian goddess


Laying next to you

when your sleeping

makes me smile and wonder

if my life finally makes sense



and when the sun hits your eyes

makes your true color shine

and shows how beautiful you are



remembering that day your straightened your hair

and did your make up you looked like

and Egyptian goddess in modern clothing

and how lucky I’m to have you



life together seems possible

and even down the road in time

I hope to end with stable family

with kids and you with me



and when the sun hits your eyes

makes your true color shine

and shows how beautiful you are
                                          Medicated

why don’t you just take me as I’m

and not try to change me

or put me in the same group as the crazies

with a list of dangerous medication

that just hide my condition

floating with in a med dream



my body on auto pilet following every command

like some preprogramed computer program

spiting out the right result

just like everyone normal person does



I’m not some lab monkey you can test on

and see what’s different and correct it

to correct it would be to lose what make me , me

remember they broke the mold

this is who I’m no amount of medication

will change that




my body on auto pilot following every command

like some preprogramed computer program

spiting out the right result

just like everyone normal person does
                                 Frozen history


As the heat keeps rising

The ice vaults keep opening

Revealing its secrets



Opening a world of wonder and mystery

An age in time which only gave suffering

And survival skills keep you alive

And bodies were strong from fire and brimstone

Full of uncarted lands full of danger and riches



As the people of today study my body

And my equipment I hope that they learn

From my crud examples and my life

To better help the questions and mysteries

Of today



Because all we are, are frozen points in history

Our stories are etched in walls and parchment

And our shells we left of your knowledge

Our runes are left to show the tech of the age

So the next might learn to make it better then our examples
California rain


it never rains

where angels never fly

because it’s the angel's

that bring their tears down on us



being so close to hells gates

feeling the devils breath on our necks

only hoping for a little rain of hope

but our hopes are shattered

when the rain doesn't fall



only if we hadn't fallen so far the the tree

or if they hadn't picked us from that tree

maybe then the angels would still fly over us

and bring their tears down upon us

cooling down the heat from the devils breath

upon our necks



it never rains

where the angels never fly

because its angels

that bring their tears down on us.
Sadness


it’s a feeling that sucks all happiness

leaving you with your worries and disappointments

crying to release it all but left with nothing

sadness is a cruel word

it chocks every onus of pain from its victims



all that’s left is the tears on their pillows

and sadness in mind

the room is cold dark lonely

sadness's company is cruel



when its over it rises to a new day

like your sadness never froze time

its pointless feeling for children

but shaking it free from your life is hopeless

because to kills sadness is to kill yourself

its bonded to your heart sadness is



all that’s left is the tears on their pillows

and sadness in mind

the room is cold dark and lonely

sadness's company is cruel
Pissing Contest


you brag about your accomplishments

like your some hotshot

but most likely your wife is cheating

your so far in debt the bank owns your soul

you only own one good suit to play up your lie



this pissing contest ends here

I’ve taken as much as I can handle

your worst then dirt but even dirt is better then you

I can't wait until you receive your golden shower

and feel how you made other people feel

like their useless and there life means shit



and when you have fallen from your pillar

and look for help from your friends

no one will shelter you from the truth

about how your actions hurt others

and now you must pay your dues .



this pissing contest ends here

I’ve taken as much as I can handle

your worst then dirt but even dirt is better then you

i can't wait until you receive your golden shower

and feel how you made other people feel

like their useless and there life means shit
This town


the light rises upon this town

where no one is unhappy

and everyone has good endings

no one fights of even kills or steals



welcome to this town

we hope you stay for good

and have just the swellest time

we sure have and you should to



walking through this perfect town

makes you wonder why in away it fells wrong

to not have anger or even an arguments each other

no one can just be happy without wanting more

smiles don't come easy when it rains 96% of the time



normal is flawed

normal is perfect

wanting is human

satisfied is unhuman

that’s is just how we judge people



welcome to this town

we hope you stay for good

and have just the swellest time

we sure have and you should to
The Condor


I’m the condor my mass blocks out the sun

I’m the collector of lost souls left to wonder, unwanted

They live within me each taking its turn to speak

Each equally alive as the next



I’m death

And death feeds off the dead

I grow with every soul I take in

Until I’m lost

Not knowing which soul is truly mine



I lurk in the shadows of your death bed waiting

For the day I collect you

And you become me or I’m I you

As we take numbers to see who’s next in line

To take the wheel of the condor



I’m the condor my mass blocks out the sun

I’m the collector of lost souls left to wonder, unwanted

They live within me each taking its turn to speak

Each equally alive as the next



I’m death

And death feeds off the dead

I grow with every soul I take in

Until I’m lost

Not knowing which soul is truly mine
Hero

The hero engulfs evil

But if you put him in a line up

He would be pinned for evil

No matter what good, hero does

His still considered evil by his attire



Judgment is thrown at the wrong person

Just because he dresses like he does

And doesn’t stay inline like the rest

Dreaming of freedom and safety for all



Hero kills, hero loves, hero feels

His pain eats him up, just like everyone

His heart brakes just like glass and shatters across the floor

His anger gets the best of him

Judgment is thrown at the wrong person

Just because he dresses like he does

And doesn’t stay inline like the rest

Dreaming of freedom and safety for all



If you think there’s something super about me

You might be disappointed seeing that I’m dying here

And I’ve left you here alone crying

Do my actions I have left you alone to early

But in my eyes I don’t think I’m a hero.
The contract


It small print hidden in its complicated wording
Binding you like thread in clothing
But the deal isn't complete unless its signed in blood



Just sign it and then maybe I can help
The demon said with his evil sharp grin
As the signed contact caught on fire Disappearing into his hand as
he says Deals are final no refund As he broke out in laughter



As darkness surrounds me
I'm stuck looking through a mirror Out at my life
as he destroys everything u held dear
Blackening my heart and desisting my mind with his filth



 Stupid deceptions make us so desperate
So wanting for something better then you already have
Not knowing that the thing you have are just as great
Until you lose them
until we realize our mistakes
But its to late because deals are final no refunds
The Harvenger

the stillness of your cold hands
as the life slowly left your eyes
I would only have a little bit of time
until you would turn into one of those monsters
feeling the tightness in my chest as I held the gun to your head
I’m your executioner to your second life if you even call it a life

this harvenger swept most of the life from the world
into to his diseased clenches an transformed them in to death spreading animals
with only the indulgence of flesh in mind
traveling in packs like rabid dogs

we that remain travel alone or in groups
treating each other ether like family or like an enemy
never sticking or necks far enough to be bitten
an the day we did it put your in danger
and look at you now still and lifeless like a stone

every life form is hopeful for the light
to come and save us from the harvenger
and his servants from damnation
but it always darkest before the light

in the end when it’s all over with
all we have is our mistakes throw out on the table
for all to see displayed on your face is the sadness
and the lose of people close to you
Half a person


What kind of person can I be with half a face
Feeling all those judgmental eyes all over me
This incomplete feelings haunting memories of the incident
Feeling like Frankenstein's monster trying to find a place where he belongs

I'm only half a person forced t o walk this world
As a monster to the people with a full face
Hiding what might scare people from the slightest sight
Deep down inside I'm just like anyone else
But on the outside I'm this monster

I stand at the edge of this life
Feeling like some abomination that shouldn't have made it
As the rain washes away the bandages revealing a normal face
Unscaved from the incident that I thought had left me scarred
Had only temporarily left its mark on my face

But I had awakened to the same monster to be my face
I weep tears that could bear no other meaning than this
The thought of being this ugly thing for the rest of my days
Only brought me to think of the end
But in brighter days I wouldn't have thought of this

Closing myself from the world and all its people
Only my dog was my friend, he understood me
And my company when I needed it, was my books
I read many a day, stories with happy endings

Why couldn't I have one ?
Because I was the monster.
And no amount of positive thinking could change that fact
Feeling hatred from the world and my books
I guess that’s why I did what I did

Flames and smoke rose from my house
Burning away all the memories and things I once held dear
The monster couldn't bare the pain of ugliness for the rest of his life
Over what everyone had thought of him, so he ended his life short,
And never even thought of what he thought about himself ….