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 Oct 2016 Kayleen Amato
mikecccc
Take me away
driver man
go as far
as my wallet
will allow
so at least
to the next neighborhood
I hear their lawns
are as green as emeralds.
polished emeralds
at that
What happens when an insomniac eats a heavy dose?
His madness negates all logic
It suggests speed demon urgency
with hints of hysterics
He then writes words only he finds reasonable

Chemical hydraulics move sound
I know it echoes hollow here

But inside machinery fuels motion Rusted but fluid in it's rhythm

Chaos shows signs of struggle but never really fades

So for myself I say
overwhelm and disconnect
Conditioning in it's most hysterical
smile for the fall out
Frowns cause cancer

I've seen the animosity of my biology
it came into view with no invitation

Maybe if I explain myself to myself
I'll better understand my condition

Are you listening?

Yes

Please understand

It was never my intention to show you these mishaps

Or guide you through a gray world when I know colors are hard to come by

The bearded man stole all my happy tree's and now paints with the gods

What can you do?

Immortality seems selfish to me

They tore down the animal shelter for a zoo

I never did believe in God and hope if it's not reality
It judges me on action not faith

Because faith is fleeting in this obscure philosophy
Only action resonates progress

Good or bad
We nod at the pieces while shrugging off the fluff

saying "of course of course"


Finally confrontation came
But my skies broke even
shielded by my grounded logic


END
END?
END
When the nerd in the back dies with complexity
of not sharing simplicity
of not getting acknowledgment
of not receiving enjoyment
What is there to live for
with the dark days ahead
and the ruined ones behind
what is there to live for
other than the lonely scorch ?

I ask myself on single days
why do wait,
why do sing
to a lonesome soul
or a high pitched scream?
lonesome thoughts
swarm through my brain
wishing the better
of every single day
wanting with heart
craving with soul
what is there to live for
other than that 6 foot hole ?


The nature dies along without a cause
The fire burns singing screaming songs
when the old crow hackles
when the little mouse rants
I'm going to be hanging
from a little unknown branch
praying to my soul
praying for life
When that old crow hackles
Ill be sitting on a  mantle
with thee only thing left but
the ashes of my neck
What is there to live for
when I am only a spec ?

Questions like those,
come and go,
yet one always stays
which one I will never know
Along with the dreams
of a broken pain that lasts
Along with wishes
of a sad whimsy past...
 Sep 2016 Kayleen Amato
Thomas
I'm forever scared of you,
I can't live with you,
I suffocate on my own breath as you approach,
I hang out with walls as you enter the room,
My only friend is the floor of which I stare at continuously,
I am the man of anyone but myself,
My wrists are friends with the sharps,
My mind continues to imagine what you think of me,
I am tormented by your ever impeding presence,
You never go away even in the darkest and most quiet corners of my mind,
There you are,
I am afraid of you society,
It's a poem

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