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Eno Feb 24
Do I project
All my delusional dissatisfaction
Onto you?
Because you’re an easier target to hate
Than the one I love.

If I decide
The blame
Lies at his feet
Then it is a tomb of mine.

I have a troubled mind
That seems to find a
Home in hearts
That do not bear the same capacity as mine
Which dooms me
To forever be locked inside a labyrinth
Chasing something just beyond -
The next corner,
Which I think promises me
All of the wonders my future could deserve;

Children running across the countryside with ribbons in their hair.


It all ends.
Every. Time.
In despair.
I need to let go
I need to try again
To let you be a smokey wisp carried away by the winds

I do not love you
Only my idea of who you could be
Which is like loving a picture
Of a person you’ll never meet
Eno Feb 24
Attention seekers
Do not care for you
They are addicts
Of their own inadequacies
They are compelled to run at what you love
In the belief they can become what you love
Attention seekers
Often wreak some havoc
In my life
I try to sidestep them
But extroverts like me
Entertain
Entertaining company
So perhaps it’s my fault all along
Eno Feb 24
You covet your neighbours belongings
Well I’d gladly gift you
Silver and Gold
But you bay for blood
Aim right at the jugular
But miss and puncture my heart
You demand my loves attention
And throw it high in the air like confetti
To which you throw back your head and laugh
For the crowd
Well I see you cast an eye in my direction
You’re searching for a tell in my composition
A wince or an expression of the sick that rises in my stomach
But I can’t give you that
I’d rather die
Than provide you with such satisfaction
Basic creatures
Cannot comprehend the network of conflicting and concerting virtuosos of my heart
The snaps
And the strings
You approach with sharp scissors
You can hide your malice from yourself
But I
Always know
It’s coming
Eno Feb 24
It feels like
You look at me
And see a finish post
A thoroughbred
Clearing hurdles
That you are too pathetic to attempt
Still you steal my paddock
You prance around
And around
The rider
And get him to choose you best
But darling
It only means you’re the best at performing
Like a pony
Eno Feb 14
I’m thirsty
For a Life that throws obstacles at me.
When I shall dig out the courage
To dodge and conquer them
In the name of progress,
For some kind of benevolence
That I’m not quite sure of yet.

I propel forwards
Only for my eyes to meet,
For my nose
to graze-A ladder
Appears
Frozen
Between me and my next step.

Who I Am

and

Who I need to be.

Up and down I go,
Over the edge,
My feet barely touch
the groun
d.When a phantom wheelbarrow
Careers it’s way into the back
Of my knees. And I must fight gravity -
Jump up and out the side!

Oh, but
Scrambling
In this way
Both thrills and stilts;
Exhausts the very foundations
Mighty seeds of ambition were sown on,
Till there are no nutrients left
In the body
For a common ****
Even to bloom
Just
T...i..r...e...d
End-less-ly
Tir - - - ed
.
.

I rest here for a while
It gives me time
To really look around.
The man to my right
Just runs around the same 400m track
Every day.
Every month,
Into years.
He seems happy
But he doesn’t seem to really go anywhere New

Curiosity and discovery
May lead to misery
Beckon the shadowy places
To spread like cancer inside of me
And scoop hope
Like a melon baller
Out of my cavities.
But the man to the right of me
Never knows.

So I tell myself
Maybe he doesn’t have the capacity;
Does that mean
That he does not feast on the senses
Of each fruitful experience
As I ?
Dissecting every moment
Searching for beauty and cruelty
That I might consume its knowledge
And be led somewhere
Higher up
To a room brimming
With sisters and brothers
And as I open the gold embossed doors
Solid Oak
I will rejoice
Because I have found my people
And we will fight
The good fight
Together.
Eno Jan 10
My obsession used to be
with unrequited love
I’d write about the dreariness
Of my unfulfilled life
For days
But I’m afraid now
I’ve lost all imagination
And I just think about death all day
Every day
I’m not at liberty
To dream anymore
Or want for anything better
Just
All that I have
For as long
as
I
can
Eno Jan 10
How are we not all in chaos rocking back and forth in dread?
Grabbing every little thing real and imagined and pulling it close to us?

Maybe we are -

It’s too hard to accept that
It will All get taken away from us
That Nothing will ever stay long enough
The world will constantly be running off with somebody Else
And you will never be quite Yourself
For very long

There will always be a
middle
And



                     an end.
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