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 ::
Tag Archives: #words
INNER SOUNDS OF WORDS
OUROBOROS LIKE LOVING YOU
IT started with words
i got so high on you
when i know it’s dangerous
and your mouth says
‘love me better than
i love me’
you threw off your shoes
ran through the dancing
fields of gold singing
‘what is life if i love
myself better than you’
it’s when i learned what
a man i am so what should
i do — i’m running to you!
her heart died everynight
waiting for a white horse
with an injured knight
sometimes i think i’ve heard
this before inside a trick
of the mind and i don’t care
cause it started with words
i know what i’m trying to say
it’s an easy top spinning
never going to stop and so
special cause when i’m done
i love you and love myself
better than you
Ouroboros like loving you
Ouroboros like loving me
and we’re fine
:: 07-05-2015 ::
ROADSIDE BILLBOARD SLOGANS (1940s-1960s)
TOASTER oven sandwich grin
on the family corner market
keeping all the secrets
within your baby warehouse
teach your kids about love
take 30 percent off their
soul and i like your mouth
come on in; let life fill
your pie hole-soul
don’t go bacon my heart
I couldn’t if I fried!
and you can’t drink all day
if you don’t start in the morning!
and T.Troup was a chemist
I’ve been missing life reading-
seeing soundbite lies
The first concentrated lies
come from roadside billboards
like-life riding in a chevrolet
THE thing what IS IT?
a golden opportunity sale
family fun! shakes & funnel cakes
~~ beef jerky too!
and Wall Drug sells coffee
for 5 cents a time ago
“YOUR MESSAGE HERE”
for 300.00 a month
:: 07-05-2015 ::
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 ::
THE MOST SINCEREST SLOGAN unprinted
“It’s not a great product
but you got to spend your
hard earned money!”
:: 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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