Pure existence breeds contempt like the Persecution of my King or that Book without chapters and numbers. And so Passive Resistance leaves Comrades discontent about the execution of being ‘you’ without ‘Chambers and Partners’. Grew apart with a friend, next time was like seeing an alien ship, left a blind spot open for desperation, friend or foe? And got stabbed in the back…Fooled into thinking it was companionship, didn’t watch my spot in anticipation and so the “Rand” he chose and got the money in the bank. Yearning for a shoulder to cry on or perhaps a sighing door…and yet year in and out, getting older in these Love Crimes lying coz’ of colder trying times, fix those Goodbye threats or that’s her signing off. Mental toil stifling like a treadmill on quicksand, what could it be but Debts. Metal and Oil, at least she’s still shuffling and not threatening…Must make a quick plan to bridge the gaps. Not to mention the Bigotry at work from a brother did I Mention? Just so he can grow a ‘Bigger Tree’ out of work from the Brothers, can you imagine? Unconscious stress suppression is make belief survival. Atrocious acts of violence surprise us, as we take this Life beneath what’s vital. A new hate is surfacing with deceiving smiles from Siblings, and now it’s too late for circling coz’ of this believing while we fall for the sinning. Blood spilled spots like, why couldn’t I put the dots together? But **** Spots are blueprints; it’s hard to put the plot together. Tried to rail your train of thoughts to the perils around my Mother’s condition, but somehow it evaded your vein of thought and now the devil’s around your Karma position.
These Scars are cracks to a revelation you’re not ready for, but your transgressions…
You marred bad on a ***** facing many odds bra…I swear to the Ancestors!!
Ode " a lyric poem, typically one in the form of an address to a particular subject, written in varied or irregular metre."