I decided to stop fighting mankind.
When I realized they were fighting against their own healths.
Internally and externally at war with themselves.
And I came to terms, with a heart I only imagined I ever had…
That I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t bewildered, I wasn’t even sad.
Bud sad to see, the essence that was beating on the inside.
A free thinking, feeling, God forgive, a human being.
A bleeding ulcer that wouldn’t subside.
I decided not to tend to a wound,
That is not yet ready to be dressed.
It is only for the soul of the living,
That in time, those demons are addressed.
So I found myself in a peculiar light,
One I would never have conceived of, but none the less.
I found myself a child again,
Without judgment, without peril,
With a heart incredibly and immensely open.
I confess.
Steps, where are they leading?
When opportunity is fleeting
And our healths slowly retreating
All our ambitions are competing
Weighing out all our priorities
Fitting in with the majorities
Fighting with our insecurities
Can we go back to the simple please?
Back to the times our minds were clear
When there wasn't much for us to fear
When we proudly showed who we held dear
When life was something we could steer
I guess thats now, "back in the day"
We didn't concentrate on lifes decay
When games were something fun to play
When we didn't have to shy away
Lets go back to days of morals
With less bickering and quarrels
Lets create a concious portal
Remembering we're not immortal
Wordy healings
Your words heal me
Hot steams and cold chillings
Wordy healings
Ribs upset...Temp climbing ills
They hand healths to the brim
Wordy healings
Your words heal me.
An empty hole inside my soul
through the corners of my mind
this bitter flesh life is so unkind
worms crawl through my skin
the crows peck within
snakes crawl on my brain
flesh eating zombies
mental healths to blame
crying because noone will listen
cutting because noone will care
screaming because you want to be heard
dying because the rejection became obsurd.
One day in May my life became
a city of veils,
closed off and unseen like
a year of fog.
I was in denial.
Could i restore my belief in my
lifes short career?
Learn to take away this howl
of bitter rage at my
healths inadequacies.
To maybe fufil a full life cycle of dependency.
I could only hope and pray.
My bloodline inheritance leaves
me with a furious love
building on a nightmare of weeks.
Fifty to save it
two to organise it"s end
a flickering flame that
will finally snuff out
and put paid to all my ambitions,
my fatal end.
If only i could move out
of my mind.
Find a hung jury
that still has a return policy
on defective breasts.
Time given out for
good bevaviour,
to go on fostering
my independent spirit.
My thoughts inside implode..
though my standard eyes still gush.
A blessed release.
Whence love with unconfined Wings faith within my gates,
And my divine Peachy brings to whis at the grates whence
I lie tangled In Her hair and fettered to Her Eye, the gods that wanton In the Air
Know no such liberty. whence flowing cups run swiftly round with no allaying
A Poet our Brotherfuly mineralists art roses bound our Hearts with loyal fames;
Whence thirsty grief In wine we steep, whence healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple In the deep know no such liberty whence, like committed linnets,
I with shriller victory shall sing the sweetness, mercy, majesty, and glories of my
King; whence I shall voice aloud how good poetry, Is how great should sound,
Enlarged poetic Winds, that curl the flood know no such liberty.
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