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Lock,Stock and Two Wine Barrels

Lock, Stock and two wine barrels

Give me five minutes to catch my breath,

I cannot think for this impossible rushing is deafening my reason,

A leap of faith and I may find myself in a swamp
Sinking, stinking, bogged down,

Or rather,
Will I have the castle in the sky with views stretching across the heavens?

A defiant shove and all the packed boxes-books, shoes and cheap china unravel in a heap of hopelessness,

A sign? From up above? To stay put, to keep the umbilical cord firmly bound and tied to my waist.

Ah! For the simplicity of youth carelessness and disrespect of all things “adult’’

Then the looking glass peeking out from its tissue paper, as if mocking me, daring me, following me...

O! And there it is the not so bright complexion and the strand off silver at the crown off my head.

Quickly the boxes begin to fill plastic wine goblets and bright red stilettos -and Friedrich Nietzsche all together now! 

Heave Ho heave Ho-off to “Paradise we go!

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You Do Not Know Me

I will not stand still,
You can try to break me down,
You can try to make me smaller,
And squash me into nothingness,
You can try
To make me insignificant 
But,
This I say to you,
This I scream out so that it echoes around the universe,
I say, “YOU DO NOT KNOW ME”

You have no idea off my power 
Of the courage burning brightly in my heart,
You can never know the depth off my bravery,
As you try to tear me apart from the inside out,
You intimidate,
And threaten
And expect the panic and bile to rise inside me,
But
I scream out, I scream and shout, “YOU DO NOT KNOW ME”


Never expect me to cower before your false authority
You stand tall,
As if you are better than those who work,
Until their hearts are breaking and their hands bleeding
You speak as if we do not understand,
As if you’re many pieces of paper somehow justify – your loathsome behavior,
No,
You have no idea of what I know, off my mind and how beautiful it is,
You have no idea off my suffering,
Of what I have overcome,
Of how I have stared adversity I the face 
Time and time again
No,
“ YOU DO NOT KNOW ME” 

You can smile in glee,
At your triumphs,
Oh
And how you have triumphed by stripping people off the bread in their hands,
By crushing their happiness, by destroying families,
O yes, you have been victorious
But,
Let me tell you something my friend, 
“ YOU DO NOT KNOW ME “

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Fallen

Fallen

I am adrift,
My soul is churning,
And the bloody mess of delicate petals in my palm,
Disintegrating, leaking to the floor,
Innocence squandered.

Who are you?
Someone that is trying to anchor me
Who are you? 
A beacon in the night guiding me to safety,
You do not know me,
Yet you try to save me,
Years have gone by and still,
My name on your lips is as unfamiliar to me as the day your lips touched mine,


You are holding me up,
If you let go I will fall to ground,
And remain there,

My life lies around me in puzzle pieces,
And 
Each so complex the one piece cannot by any form of manipulation
Fit another,
Each day brings with it,
A new haunting thought,
A new battle to fight,
Each mental demon is stronger than the former,
Each created and fed by my own twisted logic,


The black walls,
Are as suffocating as the noose would be around my neck,
These black walls crowding me,
Pushing me into myself,
Standing high around me,
Its shadows marring the brightness I could have seen,
A stain upon the surface off my existence,
Seeping into my veins and poisoning me,

Restlessness in my sleep,
I try to lay down and rest,
But I am plagued,
A million thoughts and all screaming to be heard,
A ticking time bomb,
Only time will reveal the damage

Panic rushing through me,
Gripping me,
Holding me prisoner,
If I move forward the pressure rises,
If I stay put I might as well bleed these veins dry,
And the past lingers always, mistakes,
A domino effect chasing at my every step,

How bloody my hands have become,
Streaks off crimson that will never fade,
These scars –my war wounds
I trace a finger across the puckered skin,
How sad a life could this be?

Sad enough to be the fallen,
Sad enough that the tears I once cried,
Are stuck in my throat and refuse to rise up and fall,
Sadness so deep and profound that the tears no longer do it justice,
A great winding path off misery that leads me on my journey-

Of

Beginnings and endings
I ended before I began,
This end is long though…


Do not tell me to pick myself up,
Do not tell me to make a decision,
All is as is,
Wasted,
Useless,
Impossible,

A pessimist?
No,
By all means never an optimist,
But the pieces do not fit,
Each is so crooked and broken,
That a realist is all I can be,

Realities off bloody palms,
Shadowing walls,
And silver scars,
No way out,
Just a battle that wages on,
Created by me,
Fed by me,
Never overcome by me…

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Just Me

Lost in time 
I wonder about searching for myself,
People point at me,
and scream for me to bend,
I feel my skin stretch 
and crawl,

I am not you ! 
I am not not them!
I am me oh why cant you see!

Let me be free,
let me embrace my dreams...
for without them I am passionless

My tears collect ,
warm and salty,
cant you see?
I am dying
sickness exploding from the inside out

Let me be 
all I want is too see me again...

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Better Days

Hope,
Burns within me
It burns so brightly and fiercely 
It consumes all in its path,
Lighting a way for joy 
Illuminating the energy
The force within,

Today,
I am myself,
The music plays,
The lightness in my heart  stirs my body to move,
To act,
My mind is solid, still 
I am present here and now,
The rest …
Is hope burning brightly …

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Bled Dry

Bled Dry 

I get so tired ,
 imminent blindness grows and
My eyes grow heavy,

I am like the walking dead,
The sun light hurts me so
Burns me to a color I despise
Mars my skin
The light illuminates my imperfections
Inside out

My walls are my tomb
The lovely warmth off its darkness holding me 
Keeping me safe
I want to stay there for an eternity
To quiet the rat race in my head
To stop the questions
The demands
To quiet myself
Sshh
Darkness is the most soothing thing

I feel drained 
I feel as if the passion as been has been bled from my veins
As if I myself have this time,
Taken a figurative blade to my soul
And the core off me is bleeding dry...

I look around at were I am
What am I doing
And I want to shed my skin 
And run
Is this me now?
Is this who I have become?
A shell off who I wanted to be
And everybody elses ideal...

Too much noise,
Too much noise
And no one understands
No one will shut up!
And listen
When I try to speak my voice cracks 
And the tears flow,

I want to fly
I want to see beauty and create it
I want to give hope back
But..
How can I if I have only a dram left off my own?


To late to late 
Comings and goings
And all that matters in this world is the clatter off coins and folding off notes
And people push and push
And my blood drains 
And my skin grows thinner
And all there is a white noise

I want my darkness...

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Consumed

want to feel the sharpness,
The stinging against my skin,
And watch as the blood pours from my flesh,

How long has been since I traveled this path,
Since I sat down while walking and nurtured my unseen wounds -
With the pain of a thousand shiny blades 

The thought of it is almost sweet,
Bitter -sweet and so appealing
In my minds eye I see the redness,
The network off welts that each day will tell a different story,
A story of pain and failure,
Off misfortune
And always…
Always the loathing…

How I loathe,
This body,
This skin,
This tiresome form off mine,
I cannot look at myself anymore,
Vileness,
And disappointment,
And no love,
Never love
How can love exist in a place off loathing?

It cannot…
Instead it destroys,


It hurts itself,
Takes itself apart
And watches from a distance and laughs,
Bleeds through the turmoil,
Cries through the permanence of what it has destroyed…

The strength,
Of a thousand blades,
In my hands,
And its power to release this pounding deep inside my soul-
It reverberates through my entire being,
It deafens me,
And brings me to my knees

This is a war,
Iv waged against myself,
Against my body,
My heart
My mind
My soul has put up its defenses
It crouches behind walls,
Seeking a shelter it knows it will never find…
Its armor is flimsy and weak,
As it prepares for the onslaught…
How do you defend?
Protect,
And plead,
Against yourself…