so
silent
in there or so vocal
at
leviathan those coals—our chilled beliefs, to have died so grayly, or to have
lived as a victimizer;
those
leaves by root those souls by hanger while bleeding and wailing; this culture by
quickness or something feigned our arcs haywire;
to have lived with voice
this silent sequence at treacherous decisions; a man struck by core or seduced
by violence where acceptance becomes approval.
I
never knew this life;
those
lionesses
watching, while consumed by naivety: this land by intimacies where speech is
irregular
and vows come
unnaturally; our legacies such ruins, our dreams relegated to sawdust, where
one is attached to something harmful.
this drum too deep as if
to ignore while death was once sweeter; our cycles by negativity our psychology
abrupt at something seeming terrific; an uncured man sorting psychical laundry
while seated and running back to self; our garden with gophers our souls with
meerkats our minds with drongo birds; to enlist in happiness and fed
intolerance while some are raving over inclusivity; our thoughts wandering
while wondering if but silence you might get closer.
we loosen treasures we
touch treason and we are accused of irrationality; this wheel of colors as
separated by behavior where goodness means one never contests; ignobility is
permissible and true love is flexibility while I love you to hurt you; (to
see it from a standpoint, this thing I had to do, or else I wouldn’t have us).
graves are chanting where
life is infested while one is using a word like, Love; to decipher its
meaning in this region of phantoms where it means, I am entitled to hurt you.
before
we go astray and lose perspective, I realize many are deaths before misusing
their Love; but some are sick and protected where Others are seen as victims;
to be so close to us, to have existence through us, where reality points at its
greatest nightmare in us; those hives buzzing our souls to honey while so
manipulated by insanity; if but to listen to thoughts, where one is dearly
intentional, to churn a person both mentally and physically; to reflect upon
conversations to understand such premeditation where one is asking for more
love. excitement becomes forgiveness, this weekly overview, while family is
playing oblivious!
something feels fever
and something feels used but these our oversights!
