"The Agonies"


The agonied afflictions
Universal push
Of process
Unbidden

you're ok
you're fine
you're ok
no your not
what are you talking about
no stop you're ok
you're fine
no you're ******
dont you know it
ur ok
****
its alright
you're ok
you're fine
**** u
you ****
why are you like this
no its not u
no it is
no your good
you're fine
you're ok
ur alright
you're fine
calm down
you're fine

AHH i hate you
just breathe
breathe
breathe
you're fine

FUCKKKK
its fine
it’s alright
calm down

hey dude are you ok?

yes.

To be a Poet,
One must **** them self slowly,
To be an Artist,
One must **** them self fast,
To be a Musician,
One must **** them self in time,
To be a human,
One just dies.

We are not just human.
We are sacrifices

Morning’s Minute Meditation

I send my heart this morn,
Not with emotion but with intellect –
For I suspect
                        that’s quite okay.

One may think one’s way,
Not necessarily emote,
For one connects
                                 in any case,
Each with a modus operandi.

In conclusion,
Not to worry how it’s done
Every bit a hit
(as in reward for effort).
Just one minute needed.

Morning’s Minute Meditation 11.12.2017
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; To The Child Mystic II;
Arlene Corwin

Where is my mind?
Sometimes behind
Sometimes ahead
Sometimes laying still in my bed
Is it confined?
Sometimes blind
Sometimes aware
Sometimes like M.C Escher's stairs
What does it mean?
Sometimes clean
Sometimes *****
Sometimes a little bit flirty
Always between
Sweet and obscene
Parity and rarity
If ya know what I mean

To heal my angst, I press play
To the melody, I sway.
A voice divine, close to my ear
Lyrics of love, I hear.

I float as pitch reaches heights
Holding on to words, I take flight!
I bathe in beautiful bars
A tiny gleam in my broken heart.

A warm gust of bass
Reverberates through that empty space
Where my soul once was,
Now lost to a lost love - a lost love.

The lulling blend of piano notes
(I shut my eyes, I dream, I hope)
Moves me right in front of you.
Where I say I do and you say it to.

We crash, you fade, a cymbal
Press your finger to my lips, a symbol.
You're gone. I weep as silent as your love.
And so I'm here, with music, floating above.

The bass clef notes wail
I hear... How I failed.
The treble clef notes shrill
I feel... The thrill!

And I bathe in beautiful bars.
That tiny gleam in my heart?
Burns brighter now with every drum beat.
And finally I'm standing on my own two feet.

Now. A new reality I can see.

Without you.

Without me.