I have California dreams,
But also
Texas sensibilities.

They say mind over matter,
But sometimes the sadness is so heavy.
Pushing down on your vibrant vibrations,
And making a small tingle feel like a burn sent from hell.
It is too heavy and as if,
It cradles you, reassuring of how much of your sanity it really carries.
You’re scared to fall,
So you sit still and wait.
Sinking in, down to the depths of you that were unforeseen and
through you in every direction, it is now the one sitting still.
Leaving you with the doubt of ever getting your seat back,
The seat of mental control.
It rocks you, back and forth,
Somewhat of a wooden pendulum, soft with yet rough creaks.
For your time is almost, to the nearest end, over.

‪I wish I could cut my brain into pieces‬
‪and not as a last resort.‬
‪Cut out the sadness,‬
‪the bad memories, ‬
‪the part that never listens,‬
‪all of it. ‬
‪The person looking back in the mirror ‬
‪is more than willing ‬
‪to give up anything as a sacrifice.‬

‪-mD‬

Exigency replacing humanity,

Merchants, only for more

Through to mercs for unending

Global unnecessary war.




C'est tres facile pour la machine,

Addictive personality disorder

Replacing humaneness being,

C'est la unvie, no?

‘I don’t know’.
That isn’t an excuse. That’s not the easy way out.
I genuinely do not know the answer to the question you’re asking.
Oh you’re frustrated?
Imagine how I feel!!
You just asked that question.
I have been asking that question my entire life.
“Why can’t you just..?”
I
             DON’T
                                   KNOW !
I want to scream,
to cry,
to be heard in some way !!
and not because I need the attention but because I genuinely have something to say..
Something worth hearing..
I’m scared of what’s in my mind.
I’m scared that I’m running out of time.
I’m scared to be alone because I don’t trust myself.
Not around scissors.
Not around pills.
Not around myself.
Do you know how that feels?
Do you know how it feels
to not trust yourself
around yourself?
I am at war.
   My mind
        vs
       Me
with my heart as a witness,
my soul as the prize
and my body, the battlefield.
I wonder..
Will I be a causality?

Bail-out of Wall Street's

Valley determined peak of

Impeach, removal.

Since "...we(e),..." allowed Liberty's torch to be scorched,

Bell cracked, it's knell snatched, decades ago,

by not exercising our civic responsibilities, duties,

and thereby allowing responsibility's Siamese twin sister,

freedom, to wither like an unexercised muscle as well,

we must first exorcise our society of

self through to other possession

in order to exercise our responsibilities

and again have lefts, rights and freedoms.
  
Until then, what's free, what rights, freedoms

do we actually have?  I, personally am not

allowed to breath, et tu?

If we don't, there's no hope,

let alone assurance, that our progeny,

we say we love, will even live.