I've disected the world a thousand times
I've choked this world in a thousand rhymes
I've tried to wipe this world away
But it seems to wish to stay

I tried to talk to you the other day, you
        seemed distant and mind astray, so I
        faded away.

Falling into a space, a place, where I have no
        face, no way to mask what's inside.
Everything building and burning, trashing a
        churning.
Emptiness of everything thatempowers the
        truth of all I hide.
Love that has been lost and left behind in the
       darkness.

All is forced out to see, unable to replace my
       mask and hide all I know.
Losing my sense of being, just a feeling, but
       one that fades fast.
Opening up, isnt as good as they say, when
       your secrets are disected from your mind
Nothing to stop it, no one to care.
Everything to lose.

I saw the planets on the wall -
a horse, an elephant and a snake magical
they had numbers which were important
one to five, two to nine, five to eight heaven sent

My birth date, car and house number put down
added, reduced, disected by a master of renown
I was told that there were bad and good dates
the best times for which everyone waits

I was given hope - told not to be concerned
there was more to come after things you'd learned
after God working in his mysterious ways
there was good fortune ahead in future days

I had my share, plenty, now it's your turn
your best interests at heart are our true concern

Solitude begins with a silence,
It is an uncomfortable void
Solitude begins with nothing
And time mockingly waltzes past
you hear quiet nervous laughter
she promanades behind you
words begin anonymously as whispers
she passes you once more
A voice is present, is flows from the depths
It simmers and delicately steams untill
It begins to boil, and boil over and flood
Becoming submerged in insanities, it cooks your memories

Judgement slips and truth becomes your own
There is no such thing as a stranger anymore,
We are here, an army with meaningless words.
We are here, but why?

Every experience is suspect,
My eyes are closed, i see blue in the sky

Mental fatigue outruns everything
It crosses the finish line first,
the race for the rights of destruction
Slowly, disected, things are taken from me
Find this mind a hole or else I just am, i have to be

Write in Spite.

Disected like a
Feral pig
Fought over like
Everything else
Living on a jagged crack
That might split further
And swallow you
Torn
Into bleeding pieces
That die and blow away
In a violent wind
Of contradictions
And hypocrisy
Ending so suddenly
To never be
Picked up
Started over.
You start over
Half of what
You used to be
To live
Like you are whole
Like you are
Happy to
Be tethered to
A broken home

Missunderstood medicine man
plant and herbs tight in hand
veggies fruits and and tobaco plants
from tribe to civilized
plants are disected and pillized
while open awake to thrive
pharm free eating pots of honey hive
theres many that help and many that ail
tabaco dipped for death
hospitals smell stail
steel and lumber companies say hemp noway
that stuff is the devils kept
hemp went away because of that day
its back to wear and eat but not to smoke
what is this some kind of ******* joke