Category Archives: #pathology

LITTLE PIECES OF ME

i was tipsy-topsy turvy thinking
like a dreamy breakin’ heart
if you every go; so like me lonely
–you like my jealously had a temper
and possess love –>like i hated you
be free it’s me without anger ; when it
gets down it gets deeply lonely — pink
frustration and low-granted trees-tree! No one will see it my
Way: it’s me with a high root and low canopy
so like me without the anger — fool…
a free wish of winds — allow the free
moments come forth –>…..no anger.
when it gets down it gets lonely
some kind’a lost; what a mantra my monster
what a ‘coming back’ to push back — so you see i am me without
Seeing all that anger once around me: makes me mad made me sad
and sadder until i broke into little Pieces of Me.

it is a Crime to Break Down
while Saving Souls

:: 05.14.2020 ::


GESTATION

i am held within constant gestation;
  little dots called glyph s –words
swim within my Soul.  L:0ve me if you
will but love me well if you must love
me.
    this is another ‘birth’ and its name
is the subject of this tiny xpreshun
of wurd.

;; 05.13. 2020 ;;


UNTIL & i FEEL

i dream in prose
my mind the inkwell
my life the quill
(so human)
i suppose the unreal
until and i feel
a certain disregard
here…
Until she; the waking
dream, comes to me with
a song
within her bosom
until then and then
i write my prose
(to the world) with
mind and suppose the unreal
until and i feel.

:: ~~ ::


YOU CHOKE UPON THE APRON STRINGS OF MISS CLEAVER

You choke upon the apron strings of miss cleaver and
wish you could have a piece of blue-laced sky on a plate
tasting the battery acid of your generation you wish to

die

it’s all for the praise of a god you dropped to the floor
all for the reasons you gave up for wishing you had taken

the gold plated door into your oblivion of consumer

products like a societal whore who begs for more

:: 11-02-2014 ::