probably won’t win
this game. might die from bad health. might apologize at a rooftop. just
confused. just grieving. it gets so tiring. a man is spinning, he tries harder,
his woman is watching. a good person mourns, cries, screams, gets it together.
like rushing into seas, like chasing waterfalls, like someone else inside of
me. I get louder I cut angels I laugh at myself. a movie in me. a fret in me.
as hearing it and seeing it where I felt askew. a manic man is a fun man. a
manic soul is a possessed soul. a cultic mind is a different essence.
I’m a dragon. I live
a hectic existence. as an invisible person, I had to claim existentialism. too
much anguish, much a human condition, many complaints no one wishes to hear. so
alienated. what does it mean? simply—I’m engaged but detached from the business
of my soul. I can’t see me. I have an inability in me. I have become a robot.
so I break free, I reclaim identity, I become a part of my life; an active
agent, no longer a hypothetical, but more a participant engaged in my mirror.
too much a crisis
too much a problem, no one is alert enough.
we have been made
to hurt. a heart will come to terms. one would deprive your child. an
irregularity. a soft pulse. a night in a nightmare.
it gets flimsy. it’s
hypothetical. it feels better when I’m looming. I never won to lose, so I was
indifferent. I can’t trust to become intimate, for it’s not an option.
one got upset in
another, for no greater reason but in giving nothing they required a soul.
I was born to
mother, an unearthed flute, a trigger in motion.
we dog each other.
we demand respect. everything is, “I didn’t do much!”
like a person is a
maniac, or greater an exaggerator, or sensitive or an impolite fool (a Raca).
it’s biblic
thoughts in a biblic America, people need to get on board. to have it in
spirit, to meditate goodness, to disregard what doesn’t add up.
I was in slums.
most thought it was easy. I never take hands to it without trying to master it.
it gets intrusive, an illusion compound, each ditch, each door, another
distraction.
I race through
landmines. I posit theories. I take a risk on becoming hated.
