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Tangled sheets
Another night goes by,
Was the night even here?
Minutes jump to hours into lightyears.
Dreams turn to nightmares,
Taunting my troubles with skilled pleasure.
A cycle always repeated after a bad day
Or good.
My tangled sheets tangle my mind
Twisting the fabric of my thoughts
Trying to find the cold side where I could rest my head,
But the cold restlessness does not leave my tangled sheets.
Another hour
Another tear spent.
“Why can’t I sleep anymore?”
Without music my head is full of loud silence.
Constantly telling me that it is my fault.
My mind is like a machine,
Constantly thinking.
04:11 am.
I have tried reading, but it does not help anymore
Even worse when winter has arrived,
The cold giving you a cold.
Heck, I cannot even lie down otherwise I cannot breathe.
Always coughing.
Body aching.
Yet my sheets are still tangled,
Just like me with my responsibilities
I’m not afraid to live with you by my side
I’m not going to die unless happiness within won’t subside
Besides me inside…
Left with broken pride…
I’m brave, I’ll save you from your pain
I’m sane, I’ll brave a billion lightyears of shame
I’m a cave amongst the sea of who I became —
Am I now insane? Am I going insane?
Besides being bewildered,
I have been quite tired of all this drama and blame
Besides being absurd,
I heard you screaming out, screaming out my name
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid
Of you, of you, of you
Throwing shade
At something shiny and new
You went through my history of my past for years
You bent me over and cast away my relieving core
You tainted me with your awfully grief-stricken tears
You vent like you don’t care about me, no, not anymore
I’m brave, I’ll save you from your pain
I’m sane, I’ll brave a billion lightyears of shame
I’m a cave amongst the sea of who I became —
Am I now insane? Am I going insane?
Besides being bewildered,
I have been quite tired of all this drama and blame
Besides being absurd,
I heard you screaming out, screaming out my name
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid
Of you, of you, of you
Throwing shade
At something shiny and new
Shards of me has ruined me in vain
Mirror my pain…mirror my sheer pain
Free me, heal me, save me to remain sane
You’ve stained me with your radiant rain…
The roller left a wet
Textured topography
On the drywall
A fresh
Continent
Of liquid chalk
Under a steady
Unblinking gaze
The gloss begins to warp
The fumes carry
A quiet hum, a frequency
That unlatches the deadbolt of the mind
My eyes
Track
A single, rebellious drip
A slow-motion comet
Cutting through
A matte sky
In the five seconds
It takes
To drop an inch
I have built
A city
In my head
Lived a lifetime
Inside a song
I forgot the title of
And wondered
If the sky
Feels this heavy right before it rains
The perimeter is curing now
Turning dull
At the edges
By the time
This surface
Loses its shine
I will have traveled
Lightyears
And forgotten my way back
As the Prophets Come and Go
David J Walker
I
The streets are empty and
The empathy of stars blesses the night sky
With the context of a simple reality
Making us believe we are who we are
One person touched by one star
One holding the others hand
From a billion lightyears away
One turns to the night as
The other turns to the day
II
Halfway between the equinox and solstice
The earth seems undecided
as if it might change its mind about the season
as if the sun had given it reason to doubt
But then the first freeze sets in
As if on cue the winter claims the calendar
III
The thing about the gods is the
Fickleness of preference
You would think the issue would be
Some sort of proven reverence
Perhaps it is the inventiveness of our
Names and stories that change with
The passing centuries
Only a Prophet would know
But prophets come and go
IV
How is it that we hear silence
And see nothing
Is it a sort of death of our senses
An issue of depth perception?
Do we refuse to embrace
The face of defiant differences
That disagree with our perceived
Sensibilities?
Do we prefer self-imposed
disabilities?
I grew up with philosophers
and never realized
how grandiose those thinkers were
before my very eyes
Neither had a Ph.D.
or similar degrees
or authored books that often took
supreme intelligence to read
They had no claim to fortune or fame
but simply, lived life well
from day to day and throughout the years
though I could never tell
The depth of all their thoughts and dreams
and how they navigated
through mud slides and rising tides
all the while, I was elated
Not privy to their tribulations
and mountain peaks to climb
in all their pains and aggravations
their spirits always shined
Reminding me of Socrates
and Plato in some ways
always finding peace of mind
despite some dismal days
Giving until their final ends
all the beauty and truth sublime
until they bequeathed this world to me
I was living as if half blind
But now I see their philosophy
all these tears and lightyears later
my dad and mom sang one sweet song
to me and our Creator.
Time and again
jovial imp does succeed
at collecting aggregate of infinite moments
nabbing, snagging and yoking yours truly,
a fortitudinous erstwhile
citizen banker travels at warp speed
impossible mission to thwart tempus fugit
analogous to ambuscade by time thief
little rascal who steals
most precious commodity
right before mine myopic eyes
abstract artificial construct
hastens cradle to grave lifespan
hoping chance fellow
space traveler will read
these words, though quite futile
one skeptic could believe
he would experience salvation
prayerfully clasping hands
he doth gently plead
for nought, cuz greed
for immortality a wish
that does exede
by lightyears the outward bounds
for *****sapien breed
damned to die at birth
destroyed by space debris
aliens purportedly buzzfeed
feeling akin to crash test dummy
at mercy where asteroid
can annihilate me I accede.
Seconds, minutes, hours
days, weeks, months
and years speed away
free falling thru space/time continuum
superfluous to request belay,
nevertheless yours asks
for custom made sturdy rope
quite an accomplishment
given such short notice,
which said contrivance
would necessitate being wrapped
(while remaining rapt)
ensconced within outsize
full body jacket beltway
resembling human cocoon
after I pulled up the slack
essentially gifted to dark shadows
twenty four seven -
resembling edge of night
all the while
loosely tethered courtesy gravity
though feeling comfortably numb
zipping by the dark side of the moon
dreaming about Old rotten Gotham
sliding thru behavioral sink,
this while yahoo (me)
courtesy tenuous connection
suddenly severed Earthlink
simultaneously mouthing "Aw, Snap!"
No longer linkedin
with webbed wide world
bitta bing bitta bang
voodoo spell suddenly cast upon
uber hotmail, whereby
his poetic side tumblr unlocked
subsequently he resembles
an infinitesimal across
celestial sea ethereal
poetrysoup amidst creation,
a mere cosmic speck afloat
canvas studded heavens
starry night gallery.
so easy to fall, and so hard to break free
somehow as a child I knew
it was as if they knew my name before I had a clue
at 10 reading books about orphans
free from the church
the dignity of evil
nuns silently brought
the battle of addiction began without meaning
images crept into my head at ten
child orphans hooked on opiates
living on the street homeless
but somehow free
my time as a child skipped over
teen experimentation
no social life
and straight into motherhood
the first time I ran from myself
9 months of being a teen
happy, unknowing
thrown straight into postpartum trauma
with a child of an older man
who knew everything
gaslight dreams flickering
fading with every press
morphine drip, and 3 months asleep
surgical birth
I didn't hear her cries
asleep she was taken
my ship was sinking
bonds breaking silence
anger grew like a cancer
hurricane spiraling within
my fist at the end of the funnel
ready to blow
a target in the darkness
floating on hope
circled by the unseen voices
whispering my doom
seven years of a precious life
lost to me
“end it all”
“leave it all behind”
ashamed, grasping at threads
death refused to take me
shouting “fight with patience”
through the thick
the echoes lightyears away from my ears
20 years locked up as grown child
mentally fatigued
10 more years locked up in the standards
of what society calls marriage
an adult thing to do
pleading for help
from grandmother's psychology degree
with the words
“keep your mouth shut for your daughter's sake,
she needs both her parents”
I ran a 2nd time
chained to my abusers
demon bound chasing
with overbearing shouts
30 missed calls in a row
shaming me, nothing was ever the right thing
couldn't have me, so stole all that they could
and the only child I ever held
10 years of tears
angry and depressed
hating every new day
afraid of happiness
dreaming of death
unable to save my child
from barely escaping repeated
suicide attempts
kept away
stayed away
threatened by his constant
demanding
civil servants to tell me
no one could help
without a proper court installed judgment
hellraiser dug the chains in deep
waiting for me to succeed to the pain
that kept my nervous system alight with fire
Frankii <3 Fame
5-8-2024 1:11 am
Coping with these emotions that crash into me like an ocean’s wild will
We are lightyears away from each other and I’m devoted to you still
I am a brook of benevolent, brazen bravery, drifting away into the sun
I am no longer stuck in a doubtful prism, even though you are, hon
After all I’ve been through,
I am lamenting about a lack of liberty in my life, but I’m shining bright
After all I’ve been through,
I got to have a stride of pride in my humility and confidence tonight
After all I’ve been through,
You speak so many words of blessings
You perform gracious miracles too
You speak of wisdom as I spread my wings
I’ve been through a lot
And that’s an understatement
I will give it the strength I got
To mend you with His encouragement
Can you speak cures in my ears? I want to endure with childlike cheers
Inspiring motivation is hard to reach towards to when I’m feeling anguish honestly…this feeling is hardly godly
It feels like I’m hanging by a single thread, left with smiling dread and fears
Desperation and devastation will disappear and I will be healed completely…eventually…so hold on, my baby
After all I’ve been through,
I am lamenting about a lack of liberty in my life, but I’m shining bright
After all I’ve been through,
I got to have a stride of pride in my humility and confidence tonight
After all I’ve been through,
You speak so many words of blessings
You perform gracious miracles too
You speak of wisdom as I spread my wings
I’ve been through a lot
And that’s an understatement
I will give it the strength I got
To mend you with His encouragement
After all I’ve been through,
I’m a prisoner of freedom
After all the thoughts of you,
I am longing for the Kingdom
I’m a warrior in heart…not just sometimes…
I’m not a victim…of the tribulant times…
I’ve been through a lot
And that’s an understatement
We have the strength we got
To earn God’s encouragement
6/22/17
In and out of each town
I just love how all these beats sound
Feet to the ground
Even when I'm feeling overwhelmed, and completly beatdown
Regardless of if I want to sleep now
Or eat chow
I'll still put you six feet deep clowns
Taking you and the so called big cheese out
Before the chance of a rebound
Near and far from driveways throwing away a 'free couch'
We all got our own stories to tell
What the hell
I should've, could've made 2017 XXL
Oh well
I'm not going to dwell
Or hide in any shell
Just going to try to propel
And excel
Lightyears beyond what their trying to sell
Not quite parallel
Or in the same realm
Near and far from any ferns
Turns, curves , berms and curbs
I always yearn to learn
Always realizing their is a point of no return
I still burn some herb
And do my best to earn
While keeping my word
Through whatever occurred
Even if it ended up being a blur
What I recently heard
Was absurd
And almost left me disturbed
Because it sounded like a turd
And did not deserve
To be ever called superb
It all began as my wife and I were attending a
state fair. My wife had joined with a friend,
and the two of them sought their interest and
fantasies. I simply wandered about from one booth
to another until I came upon a gentleman painting
on a canvas. It caught my interest when he sighted
and made eye contact with me about 8 feet away.
Suddenly, I was taken aback as it would appear that
He began painting a picture of me. From a blank canvas,
he proceeded to paint at a pace I had never seen and began
with a FOREHEAD covered with aging lines and sweat.
The sheer sight of that forehead brought drops of
sweat to my forehead.
There seems to have been a prophetic link between
the painter, the canvas, and myself, uniting us like
the confluence of rivers.
Little did I expect that he would be painting a picture
of me. As he proceeded with great brevity and skill,
every aspect of the painting created a like-effect
on myself. As he continued, with watery EYES, he said
such eyes portrayed my own, filled with cares and burdens
of hurting people.
The EARS he painted were larger than normal and embraced
with signs seen only by those needing to speak in confidence
to a trusted one. The tired, weary, and lonely souls knew
that the ears were special and designed to listen to their
cries of neglect and pain; to their disappointment, mistakes,
and misfortunes.
As the painter began with a normal-looking NOSE, he assured me
that the nose was lightyears from normality because it was equipped,
not to pass judgment on the sins of mankind, but to filter what came
through it. And like a tree taking in carbon dioxide and giving out oxygen, such was the nose of my own that he painted.
Lastly, the talented and prophetic painter paused and stared at me
just before starting on the MOUTH. There were no critical words of
caution from him or the mouth he painted. Notwithstanding, unspoken
words flowed into my heart and soul, igniting a change in the way and
tone of my speech. I was therefore informed that my lips of dust must henceforth release more words of divine love.
Not all of our lives are like a box of chocolate, never knowing what we
are going to get. Sometimes, God unveils the essence of our lives in mysterious ways. In my case, it is a 'never-ending story'. But it started
with a blank canvas.