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Kenshō Nov 2019
Twenty thousand steps
winding to the left.
'Cause right was wrong
and wrong was right.
At the end of the road
there was nothing left
so I bent a right.
I love you so much,
but share a night,
          alone;
Something I know so well,
Better than I know you.
But, I worry you've not known
'cause I've gone and well-
I'm worried the message
I've written won't tell.
I'm tired of 'the' shell-
So, I break boundaries and yell.
A life you didn't make
but a life you are willing to take?

no rules-no mistakes

no words
Just Motions
no mind
no world
Just Devotion
somewhere
somehow
Odd(old) Notions
something
sometimes
Magick Potions
no tide
no wave
Just Ocean
nobody
no soul
Just Emotions
no face
no image
God is Remoting


Thrice fold bent,
    one arrow gleaming-
from which we are sent
    all is one
          or at least seeming.
God must be asleep,
          yes, dreaming.
Side road tent,
    plastic tarp teeming-
Come one come all!
    Torii gate beaming~
Some rise some fall,
    Krishna consciousness streaming-
Ten Thousand beings enthralled,
    now just for the meaning...

I'm going under cover
where all vibration is a hum.
And where I tend to hover,
I lose track of where Im from;
Or what direction I'm going,
But, I am indeed in contact~
With something in the sky, glowing.
Accept that as a fact.
They are speaking to me,
teaching me to attract.
It only takes a whisper
for my tongues to get flowing;
And, I start to look crisper~
Upon the world as an artifact
Of art and unknowing.
All 4 parts in succession
subside the restless, crashing waves.

free my mind from this prison.

i am tired.
i am lost.
i've lost all meaning of the word, hope.

now, i just survive,
but only just...

egged on by the pluck and strike of the dancing tunes i force myself to listen to,
just to distract myself from all the raging stimuli.

emotion-sensory overload

perhaps, it's time i tried something new.
to stare into fear, and run it through...

maybe the little white pills aren't the boogyman,
the monster under my bed.

the monster is in my head,
and perhaps,
this little white pill...
just may put him away for a little while,
one day at a time.

subside the restless,
thoughts in my head.


~~~~~~~

this is my therapy.
so that i can breathe.

this one's not for you,
it's for me to read.
but if you really want to,
so can you.
Starry Sep 2019
Thing you don't f**king joke about:
PTSD
AUTISM
depression
Bullying
****
****
Tantric ***
Criminal behavior
Disabilities
Abuse
Suicide
Starry Sep 2019
I say that
Love
And swearing will keep
You alive
I should
Know
I had many a dark thoughts
About hurting my self
But one f-bomb
Or hug from my mom
And it was bearable
To get me through.
Starry Sep 2019
Put those pills
Down on the table
Put that razer blade away
for you dont need that
Put away that gun and rope
For we shouldn't sweat the small
Stuff by
Sweat I
Mean **** yourself
Over it
You don't need to
To it.
Starry Sep 2019
It
Is
Ok
To
Be human
It
Is
OK
To
be
Stressed
Out
And
Emotional but is not a good idea to
Take one's own life.
Starry Sep 2019
I remember
Something so horrific
In the seventh grade
Some kid brought
A video tape
Of an autopsy of
An anorexic woman
Afraid
I
Vowed
That
No
Matter how
Sh*tty
I
Will
Live
My
Life to old age.
Starry Sep 2019
I
Would
Rather
Hear
You
Complain and *****
About
The *******
And
Drama
Than
Your f*cking
Autopsy
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