Imaginary adversaries are emanating from the alcohol to facebook walls, in temporary solutions for the vibes polluting my constitution, in the willful regrets atop my onset of contempt itching my temples cleft in my futures vision of itself.

I am myself and to no-one else do i answer unto hallow cancers ******* my bones away, and my mind astray in the straight laced fates of the other players who played their cards right, the same.

I go all in with the pocket deuces, atop intrusive verbal abuses, serving useless satire to the tired faces of try hards, bleeding of inadequacy.

Im a runon and on sentence of rambling weaponous vapors from the fragrant flatulence breaking from deflating colons, swollen like Noland's ego, when hes drunk and grumbling about life, lolling as he whines of the wines flavor, savoring the bitter for betterment of the sweet, neatly wrapped in sheets of plastic for later.

Each day I give little pieces of myself
Handing it out like city street corner flyers
Free samples
Library books
I'm your library
You check out my facilities
And your books are always overdue
I know you read my facebook statuses like tarot cards
You analyze them
Like a bank tellers cash drawer
I know you hardly think of me
But when you do you can't sleep
There is no medicine for counting sheep
And Sometimes I can't sleep
My words play around in my head
Like darts
Ducking and weaving
as they wiz through each cortex
Bouncing on a vertebrae
They reach my spine
My words are what keep me standing
What keep me breathing
The oxygen to my personal ozone
And I don't need food now
My words fill me up
They hold me like a newborns cradle
They shelter me from the ongoing storm
They wash away the hate,
the fear,
the loneliness
And leave me standing bare
Standing bare
For you to judge me
And I hope you do
Because I don't need you now
I've got sentences
Stanzas
Punctuation
And God willing articulation
And when they come in with their tiny clip boards
Red pens and
Neckties
I'll look to my words for salvation
Because they are me
They open me
They dress me up in emotion
They place a thorny crown of justice on my head
And this isn't a relationship
This is love
A challenge of the witted
And I'm committed
And sometimes my words and I argue
I want a comma there
They feel comfort in the runon
But we've never been closer
Closer then we are right now
Because I seek solitude and joy
In the speaking of words
I seek awareness and hope in each little letter
And When you think of me
Think of my way with words.

Writer's Block.
I can't seem to locate the right words to use.
I just need one small thing to spark my fuse,
And I guarantee I will blow your mind.
Currently my mind is in hibernation.
The chill outside gave my brain goosebumps.
It's a cold world.
Keep your hoodie on, but don't keep your hood up.
RIP Trayvon Martin.
The hood will leave you incapable of speech.
Must be the cause of my writer's Block.
Run on while you can make it out.
Runon sentences because I can't seem to make it out.
They say it's full of violence,
but these poems are my bullets.
Don't let those bullets attack your mind,
but you can't stop my ammo from flying at you,
I mean it's  windy  outside.
Those goosebumps that you feel right now, aren't from the cold
most likely from these words that flow.
You might want a cap so you don't catch hypothermia,
But does that matter because there's still a chance of a brain hernia...

The pleasure of leisure
truly evanescent in fact
An albatross around my neck
A spectre ?.
Possibly.
Tell me ........
How can i say it doesnt exist to me ?
I used to gage fondess for me with it .
Its utterly useless to even try to deny
One free second
You watch and see.minum one person
I lean back begin to smile
Appear ing out of thin air
Casting aspersions into my characture
And most of them i have heavily carried
And they knowing compounded
With the fact that they know
That i done so without
And did so without made a mention
Oh wow .......forgive me
Oh how i so utterly
In this muse have need
Out
Of an absolutely violent desperation.
Please. I am cryptic and eclectic and use long runon sentencing and get side tracted and make up my own words that noone understands yet .........my poetry may seem incomplete and i have a tendency to sound pornographic one min then morose the next
  Wait
Please
dont stop reading .
Im really really really hoping that someone,
at the least one person gets me.
In the apex of my , .....what began  as a pretty thought, i thought !.......
I thought i would let it out and just free style
4 a minute.
And without fail i went from pretty to petty
Petty to pitty
Pity complain
Complain to whine
Whine to rant .
I cant or maybe .......
Imagine how.......oh yes i can .
Wuz on the cusp of somehow goin pornographic
But i didnt .
Suddenly a smile on my face and i laugh at myself
With myself
A slap in the face with a ironic epiphany
Perfectly balancing my life an giving insight to ponder
As my anger increased from my subject matter.
One could only think " ok ya lost me
Here we go again"
Then i realize the one thing i need is one friend or acquaintance
Or anyone who could prove my petty theory wrong
By doin whatever it was they were doing .
Without "the look" or the "well are you gonna help.? "
I know youre sick or back is injured ,
But cmon you could do somethin.
Light bulb ....flash bulb
Realization .
Me ..........i am the exact uber opposite to the extreme.
I mean most all the time its what i do to unwind
I go an do things for people in need or not
Just doing good works and asking for nothing in return
I feel is what the world needs
I love to do it as a surprise but at the least
Never ask for help
Thats just me .no one gets me in the fact that i......working .
Full filling there needs allows me to coalesce and heal.
It seems i needed to write to right the wrongs i see
In order for me to see the quality of me and see that i am being the change i want to see and another reason to love me more
Now i sound concieted