i have been wrong, i have wronged.
out of Context;
‘This I have made so by my strength of will, I have created this world I have found myself within, and taken no regrets at the actions that lead me here.’
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CMK – 1/07
we speak from inside
the mind’s eye
where we do not die
merely experience
the rest of all of this
one at a time
we create
worlds within ourselves
this way
a growth.
Disaffected.
the youth in me
moves outward
to portray frustration
inside others for
my actions turn
to mush together
becoming that
thing that ideas
circulate among
images that would
otherwise point
towards blank
and empty spaces
creating disarray.
Lucifer
Tears of blood, fall from grace;
Scabbed wings from a hollow face;
Pain of heaven now flame in hell;
A wish to say I never fell
questions of a heart
the heart is shaken loose, from the gristle
that the organ had grown quite used to
abuse of the time, having lost for you
what you thought was mine, was it meant to be?
there were thoughts that were wrong to find
memories rather lost than not
fraught with peril for love with cost
grind the gears before the motion is lost
before that turning clock has rung
rust has broken that yet unsung
Slimming down to fit into the coffin
The basement is closed to us.
A flush of excrement welled inside my pants.
This is what they have always meant by change.
My scrotum crawls up into my abdomen.
The choking feeling of change for change’s sake.
My limbs feeling as consumed by fire.
Wallowing in misery for far too long to fathom.
Gripping my sides in welling agony as dread fills me.
A new light opening my eyes.
As the sweat pours off my skin.
A new awakening begins to show.
The nerves start to crackle with pain.
The anticipation to interject a different energy.
The stomach clenches, and butterflies fill me to spilling out of my mouth.
The reactions to a voodoo logic as the magick becomes far more.
Falling to the knees, my body begins to thrash around, and the skin is electric.
When it’s all gone from me, somewhere I lose the train of thought, and the light fades in.
Thanks, …
The map
the directions written on the paper
are written to confuse and confound
the beasts reveal themselves through
the motion
while their eyes show a soul
it takes time to understand what
let alone why that it was written
especially this way that conveys
nothing beyond
the eyes that glimmer so
the soul stops Here but only for a ride
to cruise the city streets
to run through rural fields
fighting scarecrows
stopping farmers from killing
the harvest is the human alone
a good harvest indicates a good year
a bad harvest indicates a bad seed
allowed to form bonds
under the surface of the dirt
this is the map of growth and experience
Waiting…
the waiting is what kills you
queue upon queue of waiting
like a river dribbling people over
to sort their way through more lines
patience should be easy
patience is the way to meet such a challenge
impatience, however, is far sooner
revealed and realized
as the blood begins to boil
as annoyance takes its’ toll
this isn’t the place for weakness
weakness should be kept to
the infirm who cannot reach
to make known the need for help
help out from progressing lines
for freedom from waiting