I am beyond the womb
I am beyond the tomb
My life after the big and great flood
My life after being dragged through the mud
Where do you go when you have nowhere to go?
Where do you go when nowhere is all you know?

Shifting through space
Never staying in one place
My brain is the same
And my body is just lame
I tried praying to a higher power
Hoping some love, on me, He'd shower
But the emptiness just became more real
And the loneliness became all that I feel

I am not a solid thing
This has haunted me for years
Made of skin and bones, like you
But I just hear cries as everyone else cheers
Nothing ever seems to come to fruition
I'm improving and this pleases me
However, I'm afraid I may have reached my peak
I feel I am now one with the black, it is all I see

Nature disservices poetry
Because leaves of grass
Contain more water
Than my poems could ever shed
Because trees hide more truths
Than my poems could ever conceal
Because the tiniest mayfly
Knows more disparaging cruelty
Sheds more blood
And ***** more often
Than my poems ever could
Nature is the beatest poet
And that is why
I won’t recycle

10/4/19
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Long ago I learned it
Nobody on this Earth is
Perfect
That's for certain

I'm determined
To be a better person
As I continue workin'
Ready to handle any burden

Not yet affirmative
We're still not so sure of it
If elsewhere life stirs and exists

A solar system full of curses and gifts
All these strange occurences
In a world that can be merciless
Below and above all surfaces

People being wasteful and others conservative
Food sold with and without preservatives

The first to quit
Far too often people see no way out, instead of the alternative
Stop doing yourself disservices
And making foolish purchases

Focus on virtousness
Considering that nothing remains in a state of permanence

Do you know who Tyler Durden is?
Are you familiar with Copernicus?


So many serpents
Others being impertinent
And then there's those that want to put you in the dirt quick

Yet another work shift
Involving vertebrates

At times, limbs in dire need of a tourniquet

Planes in mid flight, occasionally hit with turbulence
Violent crimes causing mass hysteria and disturbances

Ever occuring festivals and tournaments
Homes with or without trees and ornaments

The greedy take it all, while others get nothing
Even though they earned a bit
At least a third of it

Some of which is interpretative
All these true stories and even more myths

Shout out to a select few herbalists
And journalists

I haven't yet discovered what my purpose is
But, it's all good,  I'm still looking with earnestness


Prosper
Appreciate what this globe has to offer
Goodbye, I'm now six feet under where the surface is
Now you know, if you haven't yet heard of it