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How difficult
       it is
         to
Control the mind
      when
you practice
         to
control the mind
 Jan 2018 Joy Onyango
Oktoberbarn
I am happy
but my head is a chaos
what am I supposed to do?
All nights end,
whether that fact is in your favour
or not
It's good to remind yourself that neither the worst, nor the best time of your life will last forever.
In one ear and out.
The average American.
We're oblivious.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
(T)onight we get *****
(I) prepared all the tools
(E)nter my dark room

(M)ake me suffer. I
(E)njoy the pain

(U)ltimate bliss
(P)leasure attained


(C)andle wax poured on my skin
(H)umiliate me im hankering after it
(O)n my knees i ll beg for it
(K)eep me on the line
(E)nsure my spice

(M)ake me lose control
(E)mmerse my soul

Words Of Harfouchism
****
 Jan 2018 Joy Onyango
Bo Burnham
Old people's skin sags
Because it is being pulled
To the Underworld.
 Jan 2018 Joy Onyango
Gia Garcia
He was the sun, and I was the moon.
Without him, I couldn't illume the night.
I took all the darkness, he had morning and noon,
Without each other, the world wasn't right.
He was the fire, and I was the ice.
He'd bring the chaos without thinking twice.
Whatever flesh he burns, I come to aid.
I touch him without ever being afraid.
He was the ground, and I was the sky.
Aware of each other, but turn a blind eye.
He gave me vapor, I gave him the weather;
It was our only way of being together.
He was the mass, and I was the space.
And without hesitation, in my life, he took place.
I let him consume me, I didn't mind, you see,
I was just happy that somebody needed me.
He was he, and I was me.
What a fool I've been to trust and believe
That we need each other, when the sad truth is,
All there has been for us, was to coexist.
For bub
That love poem you
are writing for your lover
is really you
writing to yourself
Everything but nothing.
Did you know the
bandage you
are wearing is safe
did you know
that you are too afraid and
in doubt
of the naked wound

how saline sweet

if you could alchemize
the hurt into cool waters
and heal from the inside out
dare this damp blood
to flood like the
scorn of a river does

how courageous some of you
with no bandage
to let it exit to evolve into
one big beautiful scar
**on its own
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