Line dial phone rings the past
what was, what is, and what lasts
The fast, the gracious and the present
Year after year, tone after tone
Toll free collecting
The connection between me and myself
Becoming ever so inconsistent.
“What man am I?” I ask.
“I don’t know “says me on the receiving side
I am a different person, same body, same tone
I am a old soul lurking, same mind, same goals.
What man am I?
Jul 17, 2022
Jul 17, 2022 at 3:40 AM UTC
The obsession is
finding purpose in mundane
We keep searching on
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 2:06 AM UTC
I’d like to jot a historic note
One of truths and one where facts remote
Find the facts; here’s your game
One is true and the other defames
I’m an elephant at a zoo
On display, with something to prove
Fake and force fed to stay alive
Forced and caged I’d rather die
I’m an elephant at a zoo
With a trunk full of water
Blowing straight crap out my mouth,
Not fit to be a father
Not actually that unique
And more of a bother
Not ready for life I’d like to be out
But used to being sheltered
Owned by someone but feel headstrong
I’m a big strong mammal with weak wavelengths
Brains a peanut and heads down ashamed
If life’s a zoo then I’m on the main stage
I’m a free gazelle
Headlights a wonder
Ankles are weak from birth after mother
spotted and brown my consciousness is splattered
I’m free to be me yet shot at the same
There’s perks to free range
But rents like open season
Going to be broke by august
Hit my heart without a fine given or any reason
I don’t know what those lights are and why do they move quickly?
Why am I on a hood? Where am I going?
What is my purpose what’s this mantle they speak of?
My heads now on a rack and my eyeballs are marble
I can’t see my pain or feel my legs
But atleast I chose this route and tried to cross that street
Instead of being spoon fed; lesson learned I suppose
Life’s like a cage I’d rather be out then in a box decomposed
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC
the nurse girl left me
she's not going to marry
I say told you so
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
A stroke of luck
A writ of diligitis
I'm in love,
But with my conscience as my witness.
A plea for your heart
but evasion from your inner convictions
i must depart and i must end this
a brush of chance and im forgiven
a note of love and i'm livid
i can't tell you how much i've invested in you
because it's borderline illicit
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
but its your concourse waves of hair that drive me mad
Its your smiles and embrace that fries my brain
your soft lips as they speak; my mind puts words onto them
Its your style those yellow shoe converses
its the distance that really pulls my hairs out their pores
Its my constant pouring out and dying from the inside
Its the fact you are just right there. But i cant see the heart you have for me that you hide.
I may be silly but this all rings true. I may be silly,
but just for you.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
in clouds i ponder in oft
the fluff so precise
wondrous but frowns
for I only beseech them in dice
If i'm feeling down
I see the colors of the sky
If i'm up, to them I wave goodbye.
To them, they go unnoticed
not a care in the world
Unless I'm touched by a hateful lotus
in that case the natural art unwhirls
Orange- blue- white A phone click beholds
then saved in my album labeled
' cloudy days of old'
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC