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I haven't got what it takes to quit
'just play my hand n' get on with it
some might pray or say it's written in the stars
Holding up answers with exclamation marks
toss an easy catch, all passions are released!
strike another match, noncommittal and care-free
you wanna' slow't down, then I'm gonna' get off
'paid for my ticket, now I'm not gonna' stop
'swear it's like a habit to be hoodwinked n' short changed
but this time we're gonna' go the whole, damn way
this time I'll go the, whole, damn way
down in the valley we were almost lost
with the sounds of the river n' the light so soft
th' jury dispersed when the judge didn't show
th' accused left standing n' th' case was never closed
deft slight of hand, murder in the first degree
void of reprimand, footloose n' fancy-free
the wraith on your mast and your blinking ****
will guide my stars until my days are done
but did you ever stop for a moment t'ponder
the loneliness of the wonder that precedes the thunder
the loneliness of the wonder that precedes the thunder
Chinks of light filter
thru pitchblack emotional prison
vestigial shadow figure hunkers,
an atrophied, mortified, petrified old man
implacable self destructive nemesis
birthed in league pitiful human shambles,
his abysmally forlorn existence
scotched, sabotaged, severely short changed
agonizing depression tortures psyche
family abandoned nsync,
entrenched self cannibalization
devastating vicious feedback loop
exhaustedly drained kith and kin
unconditional, unbridled, unalloyed... love,
no longer spouts, issues, gushes... profusely
familial fountainhead ceased functioning
dry as lovely bones
analogous to fossilized remains
once robust sibling affections,
in toto once dogged sisterly doting
twisted beyond recognition
ditto daughterly acclamation,
adoration, affection, appreciation...
on par with courtly
majestic Fontainebleau
once regaling Francis I (16th century king),
nothing but absolute zero bondage
shackled to solitary confinement
imprisoned impenetrable fortress invisible,
yet...ineradicable as
strongest Earthly material
isolation wrought since...
yours truly begat life in utero
punctuated when obstetrician
pronounced "it's a boy!"
Unbeknownst to very
short lived carefree being
neurological, mental, libidinal... flaws
would spell disaster
spanning scores of years
majority of existence (mine)
participation buzzfeeding livingsocial
shuttered within inaccessible dungeon
surrounded by deepest known moat,
within which flourished fearsome beasts
turned rogue, and conspired
assassination (not yet successful),
whereby one poker face
(born that way)
wretched soul condemned
to psychological abomination
forbidden to terminate
said despicable mortality,
thus suffers life sentence of
yawping, writhing, unnerving... tumult.
Grizzled veterans gathered about their brother's bier,
To reminisce and honor their late departed peer.
They talked of yesterday when they were young and gay,
The good and bad times they'd shared along the way.
They had shared the hardships of an infantry rifle squad,
But they had survived by the merciful grace of God!
Now, the march of time was beginning to take its toll.
Another hero had answered the final call of the roll.
They laughed recalling his prankish streak;
The times he'd cheered them up when times were bleak;
The times he'd short-changed the sheets on their cots;
At reveille finding their boot strings tied in knots!
It was well known that he was their sergeant's bane.
He likewise held the army and sergeants in disdain!
In battle's din they'd want no other at their side.
They lost a true brother, a loyal buddy, when he died.
With the sound of "Taps" he began his eternal bourne.
Nine grieving brothers were left behind to mourn.
They gave him a final salute and shuffled off so slow.
Alas, who among these heroes will be the next to go?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Is there a light you cannot see?
Is there darkness you cannot feel?
Do you need to know what you’ll be?
Do you need the world to make you feel real?
I’m a little lesser when I have more
Explains the more I feel when I have less
To have a lesser heart beating its core
Will I have the perfect death to finally rest?
What more do I always need?
Why not lesser... why is there always a need for something?
Is it because I have what I cannot keep?
Or the constant need to fill the space I’m short off from nothing
I think we are all short changed in life
I think we learn to expect too much
I think we are too bored with the idea to just survive
Simply why I don’t think we are living as such
If you have the light... what do you see?
If in darkness... what do you feel?
Do you need to know what you’ll be?
Or have you just yourself to make you real...?
04/09/2021
Let me begin by saying that I'm so very sorry
but if I don't kill you, you're going to kill me.
I wish there was another way but no other solution will come to me.
If I Don't Kill You, You're Going To Kill Me.
Through out great and joyous times as well as those of misery
you were never very far. You were always there for me.
Through out my years of tears and fears you were always there to comfort me,
but what else can I do? If I don't kill you you're definitely going to kill me.
If it helps I'll be merciful and kill you very quickly
despite the fact that you would act much less merciful than me.
I've known others who have grown close to you as you have grown close to me.
Many of them died slow lingering deaths. Many pleaded, "Pull the plug on me."
I haven't any reason to not believe that you will kill me any differently,
so you see there's only one thing left for me to do.
I must kill you before you get to kill me.
I've always seen you as a loyal friend until the reality occurred to me
that you're not my friend at all.
You're a parasite, and your host among many others also happens to be me.
You thrive and survive by destroying those who choose to welcome you into their lives.
Everyone you grow close to always gets short changed and tragically, most painfully dies.
You've taken loved ones from me and from others as well.
You've destroyed loving families making their lives a living hell.
You deceived all of us into believing that you could be a helpful friend.
You've taken so much from so many. This madness must now end.
I welcomed you into my life and that's something that I'll always regret.
WITH THESE WORDS I NOW KILL YOU:
"I've Smoked My Last Cigarette"
In Loving Memory
Of They You Took From Me.
First you smoke, then you choke
and then in time you will most probably have a stroke and
then after a few amputations,
and some major operations,
you will finally,
most painfully,
croak.
Need anymore reasons to stop? Here's some:
Go here to continue for You Don't Always Die From Tobacco
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuh2w2sFRMI
I guess this had to be said
The root causes for the way
I am kept awake at night
Summer heat no sleep
My only companions are
Past events and the opinions
My soul resents.
I guess it had to be felt
Every reflection and failure
To society, my appearance must
Be on point and tailored
To meet another’s expectations
My soul craves approval like
Success and celebrations emotional
Rollercoasters to ride on certain occasions
As a man fear becomes unacceptable you must
Be the brave one.
I guess this had to be heard Oh, sorry say that again?
I can’t hear you. My soul then becomes numb misunderstood
Makes you feel dumb because you must be the only one when
The second or third comments speak up son. Damn it another crack collateral
fracture to move forward must move faster to escape the disaster
in my life oh well, time to backtrack.
On the bicycle of this thing called my life, I fell off way too many times the bumps and bumps and bruises become a badge of honor look how bright they shine. So how do I heal as I deal with how the pain festers when the scabs of old wounds peel. I heard my brother say toughen up like the Navy Seals. For him, my heart is cold like steel stories I retold myself based on events half real.
I guess this had to be seen the rumors about me are not true I am not really mean
Although I do get mad and half the time I don’t know the words to describe how I feel. Your insults don’t hurt me I devour them like three-course meals. Lets talk about what’s really on this brain how lies were sold and how this soul growing up in the modern education system studied long-term and was short-changed but I guess the was all part of the plot to teach base on rigged curriculums and whether I learned or not teachers still got paid at the end the day.
I guess this had to be sensed since every human I ever crossed paths with subconsciously convinced that parts of my soul do not fit into the mainstream
No one left to pick up the pieces so forget about seeing the bigger picture when the vision is blurry.
Murmur no things
or strings of sounds...
Could not care less
more-ish whispers
were Wicked
Whips of Words-
Weighted.
Tongue- lashing sharp
fork- tine Torture.
Cat-0-nine-one-one-tales...
Thirty-nine...
Forty-less-one
thrashing...
thrashing...
Thrashing...!
P
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Cut, then
Spliced
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aught - 0 - matic -ally
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s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d and s-t-r-u-n-g out
taut ~O~ill~O~gee~call
sayings S-P-L-A-Y-E-D out.
Taught NO one
any thing
new
Knew hear-say-
Say! Did you hear THAT???
(Did YOU know...?)
? :-0 ? :-o ? :-0 ?
Oh Oh...
Tongues plaited and tied
Gutless intentions
Implied
Allied...
Bound between mongers
pitted
unpitying
Pitbulls against distraught,
double-bind on-slaughter
pale-faced pugilism
mimics
Mummery and mimed thoughts
~acted~out~
played O-U-T
OUCH!
Bought into
Hearts wrung out
bloodless
Bloody hands wringing
in Delight-
Delighted!
de-lighted...
Delight-Full?
Murmur nothing
need less>>>>>>
Need less to say
" it" @ All.
Hot of the press,
hot air blows
seeds of doubts
s-OW-n n-OW!
Profuse Grrrrr- OW-th
Hot-head heed-less
not Grrrrr- OW-n up.
Groans are unmouthed
sounds
sown shut :-
No more hurt
Feelings
Hidden
Humiliation's humus
Not humorous.
Hideous "justice"
bids
Blurts be bought
at a price-
Caught out
Pulled-up-Pule
short-circuits
short-changed
~my~O~my
~chained~
~thrashing~it~out.
thrashed...thrashed....Thrashed!
within an inch
~~ ~~~'~ ~~~~...
nihil -is-tic
parsitic
Tick-Tacky-Town
Game of noughts.
Game of cross thoughts..x-O
Game's off-
Colour two- tone
Voice
Not "giving lip"-
Zipped~~~
:-O gains nil
By Mouth.
:- naught -:
nada
null
X
void
O
14-07-2017~Aqua Marine.
In my dreams
I am limitless
Laws of nature
Are suspended
Force of gravity
Is amazed.
In my dreams
I can fly
Visas are
Not required
Immigration officials
Are bemused.
In my dreams
I am cashful
Bureau De change
Is short-changed
Demand and supply
Are hereby suspended.
In my dreams
I fly to Eldorado
Desires so real,
Reality realm in check
Dreams so real
Imagination is obscured.
In my dreams
I am free, so
Free to fly
Not on a broom stick
Sights only imagined.
In my dreams
My dream cars,
Arrayed in my garage
Chauffers lined up.
In my dreams
I am living my dreams
I don't want to ever wake up
My Dreamland my Gloryland
My impossibility made possibility
Dreams so real
Realism is bemused
Nothing is impossible
In these dream realm.
Alarm bells invades my world
Jerking back, to realms so real.
Alas!! It was a dream, I am awake!!!
(Written on the 12th of March, 2015)
"A hand that gives receives"
Sad ! Sad to see we've been reduced to nothing but beggars
Lining up on the streets to receive
The same streets that we lined up our voices
Chanting out for change only to get weary, sit down & pick change
Call it short changed cause that's what it feels like
Giving up the long ball for today
Since we all looking out for ourselves
That change only feels like a drag to our progress
This days the streets are filled with businessmen
Yes businessmen ! Because they cash in on the sympathy
Only for them to go back to being "okay"
At night when they retire waiting for the next dawn
It's made the genuine voices get lost in the lines
Because they all look out to get something
Only to get broken promises and things not changing
Atleast money doesn't change, that's why they won't mind lose change
It hurts that this people could have had a life like any other
But because people lookin the other way
Policies ain't being implemented to the fullest
And making it even harder for persons with disabilities to get their daily needs
The PO£T
The shock that I felt was enormous,
as the tab on the cat food I pulled,
a fountain of biscuits shot out of the top-
the box, it was actually full !
I stood, disbelieving, bewildered,
this never had happened before,
I finally came to my senses again
and swept all the bits off the floor.
'Contents are liable to settle',
I've seen it on loads of foodstuffs,
in some cereals, where half of it is fresh air
and what's left is just not quite enough.
And bags of crisps, don't get me started,
whatever the flavour or range,
seven flakes, powdered crumbs
which just coat both your thumbs
and then leave your tongue feeling short-changed.
Forgive me, for always believing
(and I think most folks do, by and large)
that the air we breathe in now and always has been
since the dawn of mankind, free of charge.
So why do the makers of products
include something already free?
Just give us lots more of the thing I paid for
and leave all the breathing to me.
And when my time one day is over
and no longer am in fine fettle,
the box I'm carried off in,
on the lid of the coffin
write ' contents are liable to settle'.