Under The Knife

      Well I’m sensitive to the Anesthesia
Four times I’ve been there before
It stops my heart and I basically die
Life four Death zero if you’re keeping score

I’ve survived and beaten the odds
But I know it wasn’t without subvention
I didn’t come to victory on my own
I like to think it was Devine intervention

But I am only human and it is only natural
To worry about things we can’t control
Though I know that if I don’t survive
The Lord will take my soul

His will is his will but I wish to live longer
So I have hesitation going for number five
I feel like I’m pushing my luck every time
I die and fight to stay alive

So I have a favor to ask if it’s not too much
Trouble, I need your prayers in rife
It would give me comfort as once again
I’m about to go Under The Knife

Written By:Charles Kean
10/23/2023

Numbing tasks pass the time

Stuck in the prison behind my eyes

I've got nothing left to give

Lonely isnt a strong enough adjective

Feeling like a weak man

Mind full of inanity

Sad to say I wouldn't be here Without the small silver of humanity

I promise I dont do it for attention

But I do love all of you for the subvention

Trying to put these words down to help your comprehension

It's more than just a portion

When she looked me in the eye
straight faced and said

" I shouldve had an abortion"

Take the leap from grace

Hit me in the gut, scream in this space

Must be my father, you can see in my face

Dont see her for weeks at a time

Had to stay alive

Stealing butter and bread
To keep my sister fed

Sick of telling her to drink some water and go to bed

Brother moved in after nearly dying in the hospital

Now shes home every day

Putting on a show making him think everything is okay

Its Like an act out of Broadway

I told him about the days and the nights

He promised me everything would be alright

This is only a small piece of my life

Of the things that have become obstructive

Call me self destructive

Slay me for my sins

Where were you when I was being torn by the limbs

in summer dress at meadow with partial clouds blue sky
occasional trees and wildflowers and mostly dry
grass a side view of her
Unresponsive- for a patrician-
A disingenuous counter move...
Passion looks up and has a woman's bow
around the sky's first view
Next to her is an empty open wine bottle...
Beer and a 1/2 full liquor glass frowns
clasp pen in hand clicks it 3 times
Visions  on paper which has  become equations (equals)= ******* as green metal eyes  pinches hand at gratuitous roots fetal dry oak leaves  call to more vice
Visions now superficially continuous heightened
final looks ascend and she  is  out of view

In subvention of wishes her repose- a disingenuous bibacious aversional.
Returns to find self slumped on her awoken body again
            However
suddenly the vision returns.

Subterranean if she's alien and disappears
******* vast escalators to the sub terrain
she leads on
a blankish grin

Yet being behind her leads on to it she steps
hundreds of feet disappears from vision
So you've finally discovered human flesh
flight spying contact lead to gnoll
Am I real?
Is this where I take you to be my beloved
Is your sky blue?
Ambitious dreams is one amalgamation but governing sustaining improving- conservations
Those have  much wider assertions of love
  than rings and witticisms

So you speak girl of the rapturous meadow?!
I take I've been watching you for awhile.