#insideout
The inside of me screams on top of its voice when you present yourself in my presence
Your presence in my presence makes a lot of sensible sense
You for me,us together,joy is the essence
Your presence in mine makes my heart somersault
You excite the inside of me
You surely are the one for me
I can't exchange it for anything,how you've always made me feel
Every time spent with you,at the end of it all,happiness is the result
For me,you are such a ****
And a big deal
My dear one,you are a healer,all my worries you heal
All I need is for you to of my heart,have a feel
And will be well,this I can tell
Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 1:52 PM UTC
Baseline fractures
Faults in the earth
Inevitable crevices, unfathomable
Depths, and the-
-another?
Baseline fractures
Darkest shores
A dozen dead mourners
Grey lights and
A land without corners
Horizons twist bitter
Into themselves
The world descends further
Out of the shelves
From dust a baseline
From dust a hall
From dust to dust
It's just a hall
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 2:54 AM UTC
Trying to tame that which is within is a counter defect too something even more excruciatingly impossible too seemingly dabble right into! All because nothing truly ever remains the same afterwards...when all limitations are shot clean straight off the market! A market that is ONLY of the making towards what truly is from within, that harms ALL products into a complete stasis of "subjugation". Subjugation is how this thing (from within) is desperately trying too fool you into even trying to reach out from within (first and foremost). Actually, there's NO telling what could happen when you even try to "reach out from within"??? Since nothing is truly trusting when limitations start to burn out! Like a "spark plug" inside a cars engine that burned out because it short-circuited too many times, that it eventually wore it's entire self out cold! Showing that even while trying too tame (that which is within) may seem like just an incredible idea...at first.... Only until you are shown you've been left both lost and forgotten, altogether. Until you were to finally discover that nothing ever made sense to begin with. It's because you've been out cold this entire...damn time! WHY?! And why am I just noticing this now...?! Simple... Because a long, long, long...time ago... You tried to control something beyond ALL your wildest dreams of being capable of achieving! Especially while trying to tame that which is within! You can't erase the past! Just like when you are finally discovering that you've been short-circuited one too many times! Conclusion... The end result, is a massive tempting pleasure! Showing that you were obviously right about one thing... The market from within, is now spreading joy too your most wildest dreams about simply trying to merely take on that which is within!
PS... What do you suppose that could mean...?
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
IF you follow me bring the dead along for all the children have suffered and all madmen pollute || ~~ IS GAME OVER “? between sun-beating down & STARS beating
psychotic clowns/ the pogo clown has died forever.
If you could you might adjust your eyes against all monsters that follow
…kiss me if you survive \\perishing is a buildingGRACE of reSKINNING the Soul
(oh whoa oh whoa oh wow oh no oh hey)
…just say the hardest price to pay //
are the things for free // eat and drink
remain my memory deeply between crimson &
sun-baked lips (music stretches thinner
e a c h & e v e r y d a y
carry on even if the stars extinguish
the very hurt you receive time &
space str e t c h ed pass a threshold of
mortal pain…you see and creation is reversed forward
God have mercy upon our weakened hearts
shame shame it’s the only world we have
and each other — there ain’t no denying (OH mother! No denying LIFE is a THORN against my eyes; as i bend down i try to find my BEING within a deeply yelled moan; i’m dying i’m dying i’m rolling round a desert stream — shambhala come again against trail dust and kasmir
i am waiting i am decaying i am a mote of Poet
t r aveling inside OPEN space considered: static syntax
and congealed moments upon the professional grace of unspoken
words. whoa…whoa…it’s the hardest price to pay when things
so expensive are for free.
:: 03.03.2020 ::
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 1:50 PM UTC
She had no idea
What she looked like
Until she found herself on paper
She was no longer
Just a collection
Of cells, skins, and thoughts
Limited by
Where she ended
And the world began
Words on paper
Turned her insides out
And the outside entered in
This is how she entered the world
On paper
It began with a poem, from a stranger
The poet's despair, hope, and bliss
Whispered to her own despair, hope, and bliss
The truth of another
Unlocked the truth of her own
Then she dreamt the dreams
Of her most distant ancestors
Her world stretching bigger
The trees began to inhabit her
The truth of their roots
Rooting within her
Writing
Unlocked the secrets of Strangers,
The Secrets of her ancestors
And the Secrets of Mother Nature
And she found herself there
She shared their truths
First she found herself on paper
Then she found herself in the world
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC
Joys of celebration ringing on your ear
Smiling and happy people in every rear
What was missing?
Happiness, joys, and serenity
Dancing in the floor with crowd
Music and celebration so loud
Mideast of all I was dancing for formality
I was wandering far from the reality
I am dancing with the whole world
Yet a shivering and lonely feeling of cold
Fast and speedy has this dance become
But pain increasing inside me that I have to overcome
Enjoyed by others this mutual touch of dance
I alone feeling like its dance to call the menace
The touch that will end soon
Feeling will be with moon
Said that everyone will be here
End of happiness
And that will show true and fare
Dance will become a march of dead
And soon no one will even share one crumb of bread
Evil that resides in us as selfishness and greed
Will take over the happiness and will breed
No more dance and mutual touch of attachment
Killing and betrayal will be final and detachment
Soon I will be dancing again
In the pool of vengeance and blood
Question same thing that was here before as a flood
What was missing?
Happiness, joys and serenity
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
With a word
Poison spreads
Decaying foundations
From inside out
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
what is life???
Life without a music
is just like death without a witness!
but again what is life?Is it the journey
of destiny or ain't it funny to be ha-
ppy go lucky?I don't
wanna be like a
trigger-happy,
what is life for those
who care but lose it?
no feeling of pride,
fellowship, loyalty,
lack of enthusiasm,
devotion and honor!
" no man is an island "
according to John Donne.
but for me-WE ARE ONE is what
I ah really want to EMPHASIZE!!!
"we can not talk
peace and have
a gun"
says
by
FM
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
You tear me apart,
From the inside out..
You stab me,
Right at the heart..
You break me,
In a blink of an eye..
In just a second,
You make me feel like,
'There's nothing left of me'
You were the apple of my eye,
The oxygen to my soul,
The love of my life..
But I was never yours
I was only an accessory,
A runaway,
A shadow,
An artificial lover
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC