stop this sound stop these words
i hate myself wish i loved life
a worst day i ever had
and inside my mind i know i’m strong
what should i do?
i got so high and felt so nice
when i saw a bee stinging me
but did not feel her sting
what does it mean?
why doesn’t it sting?
and the finest day i never had
realzing i’m so strong so
what should i do?
i’m insane? it’s so plain
i’m sick in body maybe mind so
all these words say, “write me down
and never hate yourself!”
I can’t complain! i’m not insane!
i’m just waiting for you
:: 07-05-2015 ::
Category Archives: #thoughts
INNER SOUNDS OF WORDS
BEFORE THE FIRST SECOND
nothing SCREAMED!
bursting brilliant incandescent
loving life ~~ upon waiting
expectation inside
FEAR
and there! the producing
factory of all things
set shop and churned stars
and gaseous clouds
” ” knew it was good
the indescribable high-mind
hidden within our own mind
~~ reality wears high-fashion
and red ruby slippers!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
THE SPINE OF A STEEPLE
it is with deepest regretfully
broken wishes i say to you
the chambers of my heart are
unkempt and the parrot has left
her cage :
SQUAWK!
SWAK
WAH
ah,
and these long sheets of
setting fires from a
light bulb sun seem to
burn the steeple at town’s
edge: her spine partially
collapsed against the dreams
of a praying humanity
and now the flat roof of
my parched palate leaks
mumbling someThing whatThing
i can only feel
the comfort of a manipulative
meow | and why do dogs whimper
instead of crying tears?
:: 07-05-2015 ::
A THOUGHT UPON OF YOU
JUST when my heart begins
to rest upon a thought
of you;
a rustling wind dances
with trees upon this night
with me;
and the clouds separate
with beams of moon rain
with us;
our hearts take flight
with the evening flock
of flying wishes
to soar across the
best of hills
:: 07-05-2015 ::
MISUNDERSTAND ME MISS MISANTHROPIC
MISUNDERSTAND||
me misanthropic
mind of soul
hate me say
how weird ~~~
i am dear
Rave me ~~
drink me
my friend
I am wafer
and holy sacrament
to your mind
HATE ME
say you only
love you RATE ME
tell your friends
how you left me
and I’m only
with friends
I’m hate because
I’m doing me again
and so love me
–never again
(h)(r)ate everyone
who rapes me
:: 07-03-2015 ::
MISIDENTIFIED
Jesus!
No! Not YOU, the one who
lives on 5th and MLK Street
but bares a cross across
his chest and two bullet
wounds upon his back.
Jesus!
Yes! You! When’s the BBQ?
I have three crucified chickens
and one pig burned at the stake
waiting for the hungry masses
who forget their prayers at
night.
Who’s bringing the beer?
“Jesus”
:: 07-03-2015 ::
WHITE SHEETS LIKE THOUGHTS
…then like thoughts
~~~ those bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
needs i thunk;
thought;
THINK! And blue-sky,
trueWHY : because it first
receives sunlit hopes
to dry bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
thoughts / needs i know
:: 07-03-2015 ::
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THE EDGE OF DYING-LIVING LIFE
I’m so kicked and scarred
by this life gotta say mama
never told me how hard
living could be
and a bullet in my side
so dad called the police
and i said, ‘i’m all alone,
on a highway so dead
never alive.’
“are you the one
911 told us about?”
say the medics with their guns
the driver was a pig with
the hungry look needing
grits ooh! and a white tunnel
to the life of the never-after
someone said, “don’t bother
pressing his dying heart”
and the driver yelled,
“got a cramp in my foot
can only drive 55!”
found myself at the gates
one deep south another far
north and both spirits said
“your dead and alive,
got to say no admittance!”
and the DA said we got a jury
to give him life — i’m so
happy, finally life!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
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