Murphy Guskjolen

Murphy Guskjolen Dec 2017

Disorder

Free upon me your mess.
Your will stays mindlessly my own
Don’t be confused by my defiance
Take that to heart

Don’t be fooled by others
I can navigate your treasured
Don’t succumb to fears of handcuffs
Gently I will bend

But do kneel beside me or before
My hands upon your crown of broken feathers
I will lift you higher than your mind reaches
Bathing you in swollen breaths of truth

Question me or us
I will slather you with comely replies
Distance us or you,
I will distance first.
Solitude be it you or I
It shall be you.

Let me have you
You will not forget it
The pain lessens.
This I vow
To uphold my end
And you don’t fend off yours

Murphy Guskjolen Dec 2017

Hungry

In jest I aspire
To be
To be someone that I am
That I am what I think I am
But what am I truthfully

Do I jest then or aspire my true self
Do I jest into myself or others
Is this all there is to taste
My potential unseen
Unseen by me and to others

I crave this and this and this
And this is believable
But in myself my true self
It cannot be unto me
Roadblocks collide

Thoughts swirl
Momentum flourishes
But
Only to be broken by lies
Delicious lies and heavy shoulders

Keep running or keep running
Is one way the only way then
The answer I fear hungrily
Slowly starving as my body stales
Am I the beast fending off myself
Or importantly not

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