You whose Right Hand makes Custom on his Plaque I take it you are his Cherrymost Friend And Teeth-Marks suggest you follow his slack To soothe your Way for an un-ending bend Poor Sun-Stricken Diver; Bitten for Cause Tells his Screaming Board to keep him at bay Whilst waiting for his turn, his Fans at loss Tried to reach out in a respectful way There is some Magic in how you perform I think in Truth that kept your Muscles strong Now, as I advised your Buddy to reform Would you allow and keep such Record for long? Seriously, watching Programmes with those Two Invites a Rogue Question: Who's poking Who?
Thank you ~ for a life not to trade blessings, in spades tight spaces behind laundry doors packed closets and open drawers gator tails, tarnished brass cracks in kitchen sliding glass wet towels, withering plants foundation filled with carpenter ants buckets piled with shoes and tags village clothes and saddlebags peeling paint and broken walls ****** seats in bathroom stalls clogged pantry frigid rooms table scribe and carbon fumes comfort capsules empty tanks broken limbs from children’s pranks **** finger double tongue long goodbyes and sidewalk dung cluster flies chavie’ clique accompanying the hypocrite cracked back and hidden smiles chalk on board with mr miles atomic wedgies closing doors wrotten eggs and open sores jaw jack nasty folk dinner calls for pig in poke penny pinchers double dip yellow mouth and silver tip brown nosers thick red tape paper cuts and pimple nape gallivants so out of norm the joy of life… in basic form
It cannot be described only imbibed through many sorrows and sorries until the pain recedes to numbness your compass points to death & you see the peace it brings the silence the darkness you make your mind up maybe not today or tomorrow but you know you're going to die by your own hand & you feel just a brief fleeting happiness
that's the sound of suicide
Not in a good headspace right now. Thank you for your concerns, I just needed to vent this.