In corners we collect our wept
collections that gather solitary dust.
But they gain weight with every oppressed
emotion. We never show the slide delicately
forming in the cortex, showing indefinitely.
Repeats of what now show our faltering ability.
Were entombed in the heavy yesterdays
that are swallowing us within dead pools
of contemplation. But we sink nevertheless always.
Rotting beneath boulders of self doubt, are
we able to ever gain breath against the obscure.
Or will we just breath in stagnant air.
those three words came to my mind
when i saw your red but beautiful eyes
i felt i was blind this whole time
but you were nothing but a devil in desguise
i really hated you for a long time
because you made me fall from the enormous climb
the only times when my will to live was near
it was because you had spoken to me, my dear.
No matter how far you go
I will know when you are near
Be there for me when I awake
You are the sweetest dream
The biggest part of my untold emptiness
The wish to be a bird is a childhood fascination
When they allow their wings fly
I see through the windows
All I can seek to them is hope
The soulful song afar from home
making a shrill cry like a dying soul
With full of attention to none but scavengers
Are you somewhere walking bare feet on green grass?
I will know when you are so far
I will find you and take your hand.....
It will destroy you
And rape your soul
Backwards and sideways
Never letting you come up for air
Before pushing you back down and shouting
That you're a silly bitch
And just another speck in this blink of existence.
Like a baked potato with health insurance
You will sit stifled
Stuffed with the platitudes of society
Dripping in butter and grease
Perfect for a picture that the marketing geniuses
Will blow wads and $100 bills to.
The Shakespearean ham fresh out of the oven of days
Moist with newness and no pineapple glaze
Aching to be here in potential
Real raw creativity
You are the gifted map maker
Out into the new land
Or perhaps finally getting the shape right
Not killing the natives
But letting the birds and worms
Writhe on yer skin.
All are welcome to walk through the gates of today
Tomorrow is never guaranteed
But here's a coupon
To take your worries and cares and sighs
And stuff them in a bag
Mail it to Australia
Never to be seen again.
I urge you
To clean the metaphorical 9mm
And assassinate it