This depression gives the impression

that the expression of a burnout is…

me

living and loving intently free

prison depends on jailhouse babies and legal **** ; weee!

we must organize expression of a quantum size, to re-realize more food and supplies

its such a surprise that id be thinkin this, engineering instruments with a pnuematic hiss

geared towards the questioned technocolypse….

“…well here on the graph we read an elipse, a parabola, and a demonic kiss…”

But whats this?

im’ channeling some quick quips ; alluring as a brothel’s contained hips with the open smile of sideways lips….

my daring is preparing all the world for destructive repairing

cause the frogs and the rains are staring

at this desolate earth

a burnt out hearth

with smouldering ashes, speaking of a crying birth

while the midwife is sick and shy with little self worth and curse; because a as a witch she doth rehearse

while the moonlights smiling and the phones texting and dialing

“Whats wrong?”==”Are you ok?”

“…but come on?”==”Is there any other way?…”

[please oh please let me stay in this old and bloodied fray; where the battles had axes and handles

where there were stories of travels, to faraway places leading to exotic geographic stasis]

caught in the moment of thought, a moment of fright…

until we stop and put a light to these wierd words

we wont know what the birds have heard….

Click crshhh….*

BURN little match like the wood you are!

combustion of suggestion set ablaze from afar

a flame throwers burned hands

while the pained sower , frustrated, changes plans

because in the end one one really understands

the torment of a floment spent eternally alone in atonement.

(=purgatory)

Where all you want to do is get on the phone, external validation felt at the tone,

but it really ain’t ****

because you are crying while its dialing and your out of minutes…

so check this bits of imaginary meaning and ****

ponder and quit

when you seek to make amends and introduce fake men to our imaginary friends

i keep on thinking…keep on blinking

wishing for emotion to extend

SO I think the words

AND I write whats heard

but haven’t YOU heard

from the little ittie birdie whos been certainly flying, singing and free

that im not mentaly sturdy, quirky, and ******…

LOGICALLY

iknow

sophistry

ishow

emotionally

Hol…………­……………loW

I guess it just goes to show that when you at home your never reallly  alone, because to you, the voices do drone
about

how much sandpaintings and ***** can be blown,….

away with a CLICK…BoooM

beaten with a stick….AH

shoed a away with a kick….

START my heart! I know better than this!

so I better think quick

before i stay mentally sick

as an alien who has forgotten it’s world

got on a roller coaster; spinned and whirled

till im spun and twirl’d

on this game we call life, with simple **** and complex hype,

hives of concepts meanings and thoughts….to derive daily quit failing

i miss haley :( , even phailee….

so I ask little voice in my head , since everyone has left will you stay instead?

come a little closer and hop into bed

so we can share the warmth of one last self-referencing infinity loop….

…..BEFORE i wake up and forget whats ashore

because im out at dream sea with clouds free and galore

but as soon as i stop thinking i know ill return to the me that i abhore

with pain and saddness deranged

omit school so classless and strange

as a failed out actress sick with mange.

but i know these negatvie moments are just flashes , to make me appreciate self motivated happiness…

so here you go

its me on the page, skelly the sage….

i just hope to god that I could set the stage 4 nirvana or heaven, we reach zion in seven

6

5

4

3

2

1

I love you.

Its over

i won myself over

like a sad kids redrover

thanks for letting  m3 share these freestyle thoughts i kant bear

im  alone no more, i seem to have exhausted my sadness store

and after venting i realize…. its a lot ******* bettor.

“Isn’t it eeeire howletting yourself feel sad

can make you feel soo much better?”

Crick crack, monkey break he back for a piece of pomerac.

On Sunday fancy Anancy woke up and told himself,
"Well boy I need to get q belly swelling *** today",
As Anancy say ishow Anancy play.
So Anancy devise a plan,
He needed rabbit, he needed turtle and he wanted lamb.

So Anancy brought out he rabbit trap,
Brought out his turtle trap, But he had no trap to catch lamb.
Two traps, three traps he caught three rabbits,
Three traps, four traps he caught four turtles.
No trap, no traps he needs traps for lamb,
So he devised a plan and began to clap his hand.

Lamb was quiet but lamb was tricky, Anancy snuck up behind lamb but lamb ran quickly.
Lamb ran, lamb laughed,lamb jumped and prance,
Lamb got away from Anancy and began to dance.

Anancy got vex because his plan failed flat,
So he devised another plan with the help of cat.
Now cat was witty and knew many tricks,
But Anancy plan was not to makelamb and cal mix.
Anancy needed wolf and wolf hated cat,
So understand the plan poor cat had to be catnapped.

Anancy carried cat to wolf and bargaed his plan,
Wolf agreed to his plan and shaked Anancy's hand.
Wolf didn't dress as lamb this time nor played funny games,
All wolf did was denied he had any fame.
Lamb wasn't expecting this and was surprised, and came to wolf's aid,
And said to himself that he is proud of the new wolf, wolf had made.

Anancy saw the scene and knew his plan would work,
Wolf played along with lamb and slammed lamb into the dirt.
Wolf carried lamb for Anancy to natce his stew,
Anancy got lamb and told wolf "Good friend thank you".
Anancy made his belly swelling *** and enjoyed himself,
Three rabbits, four turtles and one lamb for Anancy to quench.

Crick crack, monkey broke his back for a piece af pomerac.