Mind Fuck

Warped like a wet board left to cook in the sun, forgotten, mildewed and rotten, a bending a breaking, my thoughts naked for the taking, no matter the speed, a bullet, a steed, I can't escape the thought, crashing and thrashing in every cell like he's become a part of my DNA. If I was a knife, I'd cut it out and watching it beat on the earth's floor, closing the door to the pain and the pressure, the laughter and pleasure I once had but have no more...30 after 4...one cut after another..I pray for the end...for I lost my best friend, I run and I cry and I run but I really just suck...and I'm stuck in a total disastrous mind fuck.

Wretched Destiny

What is creativity without creation, the starving of a nation,
the crumbs they scatter, while the rich grow fatter on peas and porridge the dragonflies forage,
and the sun doesn't glisten when the glitter has no glue, and what's to chew on when you choke on a splinter, your flesh is your tender and fresher than a kitten in snow is the sting of a foe,
that part of your heart that was ripped all apart when day turned to night and love waged a fight...deeper than sin or the untrusted kin and the axeman's high swing couldn't outweigh the bling of the tears in my eyes oh wretched destiny.

What Kind of Person Does That?

I just want to ask one Tuesday question...

What kind of person does that?

Pushed Aside

For what was I ever
If never I thought would come a day
When the mouse did play and the cat was ok
As long as she could strut about
And still have an ounce of clout
But still...
He told her to go
Could this be friend or foe
Be careful, tread lightly or you might make her mad
For what was I ever...
My happy turned sad
So to the dark forest I run
For what was I ever...

Except pushed aside.

Creative Blackout

Riding on a wave about to crash into nothingness...longing to leap over minnows while taking a bite out of the nearest shark...after all, one is either shark or shark bait, a test of fate in dark waters over a blue sky waiting to form the faintest of rain drops from heaven to hell, a prayer or a spell in divinity what is divine lest you prune the vine that bleeds you dry in the night of day then it all goes away...when one's breath turns to fire...and it's ashes to ashes and the dust it crashes into the light of another lost soul in the dark forest.