The steam yields as so
I slurp and gurgle my tea
Oh, jasmine blossom!

I've seen my empty self
Inside.
My outer layer cracks as I hold so much in
I began to let go...
It's been a while since I poured myself out
Being more open and honest
Loving more abundantly!
I let the muck inside seep out of my cracks
I feel broken.
At peace.
I feel so lovely.
I can no longer hold in the real me.

This one's for her.

She is in tremendous danger.

She is near the tidal wave of calamity.

It is powerful. Ruthless. This creature..
This creature takes no prisoners.
"Stand before me and let me see the life leave your eyes!"
It will prey off her anguish.
Her suffering.
Her weaknesses.
Her lack of will to act.
Her use of time.
This monster of despair will strike.
He will wound.
He will maim.
He will slash her wrists.


And she will recieve several lashes.


Her face will be disfigured.
Her arms will be blackened.
Her legs will shatter.
Her fingers will be broken.
Her smile will disfigure.
Her posture will bow.

The being provides one bittersweet affliction though:
It promises she will see again.
Oh how the woes will be great!
She will be able to see.
See the destruction.
The vivid sunshine of wrath upon her.
"No..."
Indeed.. The night will surround her.
She will bring forth the waterfall from her windows to the soul.

Pray thee tell!
What measures can be taken to prevent the suffering to come?
The lamentations from my heart will be sincere.
It is truly not far from me.
An unbearable sight.
Watching the helpless victim fall to her knees.

TEAR APART
SHRED APART
COLLAPSE
DISINTEGRATE
VANISH
EXPLODE
CYCLONE
TSUNAMI
DEATHB­LOW
SEVER
ANARCHY.

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you know that time is unstoppable
you know that you are ageing
you know that death is unavoidable

and I hope
you know too,
that when you die
you don’t have to be one of those
who has run out of time.

on that night
I cried to ***.

to make her stay
if she’s the best for me
or to make her leave
if she isn’t

the next morning,
she left.

each right turn turns into a right turn
down the alley way round the bend into suburb ****,
****,
tired again of being tired and creating cliches in my head
better than being dead or wed on a wedding day
so far away in my mind
there is no time to waste so let's waste away in your pit
of despair and love loves to run away at my worst moments

and in your worst moments you make a joke to make yourself laugh
if you don't you'll cry your eyes out and you don't cry much any more because all the tears are gone
so maybe one day you'll run into the street and yell
"joy, joy!" a name or an emotion or both you don't know
the gps is broken and so is the sky

so clean and angry and sad every day just trying to find ways
to past the time with different girls or different hobbies
different dreams but i just sit and lay here on my cracked bed
wondering if if I can put my hand up in my sleep and touch heaven

truth be told there's nothing much going on anymore
just a a drip of a faucet and the sounds of children playing in the snow
where should I go?
a question I don't care to answer anymore

there's no joy at the bottom of your bottle
there's no happiness at the end of his Book
there's no payout at the end of the week
there's no feeling when you smash my head with your rock

My glorious Joke, he says
as i'm screaming for *** to come down here from his porch
on a deck looking at a busy street with the smell of Winter in the
poisonous air and he's looking down laughing and dancing with the devil on my decaying self-esteem and mental state

On a scale of 1 to Lord of All,
how important is your
your opinion of what others create?

I see you, through these sigils,
pretending every breath you took
is a doctorate.

Did you know you dont have to choose between being the brush or the brush ******?
You could build boats,
hunt ghosts with broken radios,
climb mountains to commune with the dead,
stare at the stars and make
your own constellations,
or play ukulele alone with a head full of acid.

All I am saying is
there are far better plotlines
than playing sovereign king of the
swamp that swallows you
and believing it be noble.

hummingbird
behold
to this magical action
peculiarly suspended
magic unfolding
life needs a witness
what better
than the brilliance of wings fluttering unseen
hovering in place reflecting
******* up the very existence
*** & goddess
thoughts
emerging energy
drifting in all directions
unchained love
raining like rays from the sun
antipode unconditional love contained
hearts superpowers
revelation of one Love
starting with you
floating gracefully
genius foundation of physics
unfortunate therapeutic consumption
familiar snake oil pitch
hopeful of the Devine powers that be
sort this out dive deep seahorse
entanglement of words like a trolling fishing net
enjoy the creatures depth and wisdom
settling is not an option
believe me
or dip your toes somewhere else