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I Envision Grabbing Lapels
On Your Deathbed
Screaming Into a Face
Selfish
Futile
Bastard
Suffering Still
Pondering
A Life Spent
Pummeled By the Emptiness
Behind Your Thoughts
Casts a Dark Net
Over My Potential
A New Angle
Promises to Entrap Me
As Your Surrogate
A Pacifier
For Your Crash
Safe Refuge
From Dwindling Resources
Your Proximity to Me
In Public
Is a Dangerous Dance
Your Will
Has Little Chance
Of Winning
Mine
Will Follow the Knowledge
Of Every Truth
Your Review
How Next
To Purchase Me
Will See Escalation
Until Defeat
You'll Be
A Soft Man
Who Whimpers
For Me to Care
His Disease Deserved
Eating Away
The Man He Thought He Was
To Reveal
A Happy Cast
Of Maggots
Dressed in Tux
Singing All Your Favorite Songs
On Your Deathbed
Screaming Into a Face
Selfish
Futile
Bastard
Suffering Still
Pondering
A Life Spent
Pummeled By the Emptiness
Behind Your Thoughts
Casts a Dark Net
Over My Potential
A New Angle
Promises to Entrap Me
As Your Surrogate
A Pacifier
For Your Crash
Safe Refuge
From Dwindling Resources
Your Proximity to Me
In Public
Is a Dangerous Dance
Your Will
Has Little Chance
Of Winning
Mine
Will Follow the Knowledge
Of Every Truth
Your Review
How Next
To Purchase Me
Will See Escalation
Until Defeat
You'll Be
A Soft Man
Who Whimpers
For Me to Care
His Disease Deserved
Eating Away
The Man He Thought He Was
To Reveal
A Happy Cast
Of Maggots
Dressed in Tux
Singing All Your Favorite Songs
FEVER
Storms do something to me…
There is a suspending of time and space
Floating and extending beyond the body
In the midst of all the chaos
Calm and knowing pass through
To feel the spiritual beyond normal capabilities
During these times, I pray
For things, I can't utter to you
Childish dreams and fantastic hopes
That could be jinxed in your knowing possession
What of these things
I have not
The social savvy to manifest
Correct role appropriation, looks and persona
To push the buttons of breeders
Who would unknowingly be persuaded
To buy my wears
In the blissful hoarding that is
Their life's plight
The perfect shape of a n
DON'T WANT TO TALK
Don't Want To Talk
Now
On This Very Bleak
February Eve
So Bleak, Even the Conversation
Between One and Oneself
Has To Cease
The Very Formation of Words
In Any Fashion
Pains with Steel Gray
Saturated Negativity
And Wincing to Concentrate
Just To Breath
Keeping Mindful the Wounded Heart
Moving
It Hurts Very Much to Exist
Moment to Moment
The Denial of Depression
As it has Descended
These Past Weeks
Has Kept Last Attempts
To Hold Up Three Fingers
Sinking Under
Each Time
In Ever Lasting Unrequited
Deep Sea Limbo
And Finally
Submerging Under That Last Time
Sucked By the Feet
Down Into Deep Hues
Not Yet Fathomed
RAIN
It's Raining
And all My Obligations are Released
Hiding
Hushed
Under a Hood of Sacred Sound
And Merciful Mist
That Settles me here in my Cozy Saturation
My Responsibility to Be or Do More
Relinquished
To a Dreaming Fog of
Chirping Creatures
And the Rush
Of this Liquid Oasis
Raising my Shoulders, I Sip my Tea
Secure in My Lonely Absolution
More Pleasures
Than Any Grand Conquest
This Moment is Only Diminished
By my Need to Articulate
So, I Put Down My Pen
And Secretly Succumb
And the Truth of Nature
Diffuses my Being
Into
This Infinite Escape
DESIRE
There is a Place
Inside Yourself
Deep beyond Your Control
Where an Old Wound Festers
In the Calluses of
Immeasurable Amounts of Minutes
Ticked By
Punishingly
During the Longest Pain
Ever Recorded in Time
An Unchangeable Hurt
So unrelinquished
So Constant in Sedated Cruelty
Saintliness is Imprinted
Upon Soul
In Surrendered Sadness
IT
Has Exhausted Every Talent
Every Intellectual Aptitude
Explored to Infinity and Back
Each Spiritual Quest Quandary
Ritual Upon Ritual Executed
Revelation Relevantly Considered
Each Muscle Perfected
And Task Mastered
Every GOD Explicitly Implored
Seeking a Final Panacea
To this Vested
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