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Spicy Digits Apr 3
Nobody understands me
As much as nobody ever could
And when the sun and moon's dance was done
There nobody stood.

Bound by red hot bands of scorn
And passing glances at passing friends
Nobody rocked me to sleep till dawn
And lovingly stayed till day's end

And when my teeth kept falling out
Nobody just held my hand
Nobody cried hot tears with me
And became my medicine man

Nobody really loves me
As much as Nobody ever did
Nobody's been right beside me
Ever since I was a kid
Spicy Digits Feb 7
A melting candle
Aflame inside
A stolen gloss.

Simmering
Slowly withering
Flickering
Up towards the violet heavens
And vacuous reaches.

Made of magic
And fiery breath.

A fallacy
And perhaps delusion
Or intrusion
Of black thoughts

Nocturnal bickerings
Whispered whimpering.

A question left unanswered
A burn so exquisite.
Spicy Digits Jan 26
I climbed giant boulders
to gather wild berries for you
A heavenly golden lake stretched
across your vision.

Unfazed by my generous offering
Oblivious to the dragonfly hovering
You drowned yourself in screen-time, buffering
I waded out alone.

I picture wrapping my legs around you
the air full of scents of homely comfort
a long day lightened with sweet laughter
our minds rest, immersed in fictional realms

But online games take away our nights
Political trivialities and football highlights
I sit and dream of smoldering fires on campsites
While you fall asleep alone.

In darkness I wrestle with the devil
for my piece of present moment, untainted
I beg for black viscous sleep to drown me
to wake without feeling half of me is gone

And you wrap me in the soft fabric of your skin
And you chase away the sprites to let the light in
And you breathe for my lungs as the attack glows dim
And it's just you and me alone.
No relationship is perfect, but be with the one who will sit with you in your darkness.
Spicy Digits Dec 2018
Stuck in a wreck

An unreliable body

A wise body

Depending on perspective

A body laden with needs and desires

A body who knows pain

Lies in discomfort and witnessed death

Like a fan fare plume of feathers

It is beauty for a time

Good in its time

Then simply succeeded by a more efficient

More appealing model

A vessel sometimes easily fooled

But a body that never lies

It sticks out like a nudist in the King's court

A gauge more clear than air, undeniable

"Listen to me" it sometimes screams

Sometimes whispers

A changing masterpiece

A weathered landscape

Our vehicle for now
Mine screams
Spicy Digits Dec 2018
Where oh where
could my little sense of humour
have gone?

Oh where oh where
could it beeee?

Last time I saw it wandering
trying to find a big enough bin
to put my emotional baggage in

Where oh where
could my little sense of humour
have gone?

Oh where oh where
could it beeee?

Lost among traumatic memories
It didn't enjoy my therapies
Dampened by big pharma "remedies"

Where oh where
could my little sense of humour
have gone?

Oh where oh where
could it beeee?

Sedated, it traveled slowly but far
and despite its growing number of scars
Still searched for truth in the bizarre

Where oh where
could my little sense of humour
have gone?

Oh where oh where
could it beeee?

I've been finding pieces among the trash
Funnier jokes asking to be rehashed
Of times of freedom, a big ol' stash

Where oh where
could my little sense of humour
have gone?

Oh where oh where
could it beeee?

Finally, happy to see me, we embraced all night
I laughed till I cried at it's clever insight
And now my friend humour and I write
Depression and the healing power of humour
Spicy Digits Dec 2018
Compete never

Never worth that fight

Fight only for innocence

Innocence runs through you

You are alive

Alive, but not awake

Awake the dormant innocence

Innocence that runs through you

You fight only to compete

Compete never
Spicy Digits Dec 2018
And after all my vacant musings
And energy wasted in worry
I sit here, sorry.

For but a while I lay silent in my bath
Drowning in evaporating thoughts
Lamenting my stories.

He lets me ponder, flail, indulge my mind
And fill my soul with sand
On my self-made dry land.

Until a feather lays at my feet alone
And my little ones say my name
I suddenly understand.

The rays of sun wrap me in their love
And my stubborn perception is severed
Life opens, unfettered.

And after all my vacant musings
My weathered, jaded body
Returns again and remembers

Simple beauty,  
Simple acts,
Simple words,
Pure love is simple.
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