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What is her name? Asked Mad Hatter of the Palace.
I think it’s Dorothy. “No, it isn’t, it’s Alice.”
Her frock is quite fetching in that lovely sky blue.
She stands up straight and her pearly teeth are nice too.
Why does she stop and look under bushes and such?
The white rabbit is leading her, right to his hutch.
He is diabolical and magical and has a weird way.
Well, then, we have to try and save her said the timeclock that day.
So, the weirdos and fellows and elves and pedal pusher league
Chased after Alice with the Chesire Cat in the lead.
Alice ignored them, having her own keen mind.
Grateful though, she thanked them for being kind.
One thing I have learned in adulthood
Is that were all a little strange
each of us, a bit misunderstood
The severity has it's range
Once you become a socialite
People expose their inner truth
You witness them at twilight
Or perhaps their lack of cooth
We encompass unique impurities
Living in the shadow of what we market
We clothe our insecurities
Or our faults become target
Behind every beautiful face
There lives a weeping soul
We keep it in its place
While spiraling out of control
Ever notice how most people seem normal ?
That is, the first time you meet
Dressed in their best and formal
Their head down to their feet
With time, the normalcy fades
Their inner weirdo rings
It shocks you like a hand of spades
When the fat lady sings
(Lights dim/ A single spotlight illuminates a figure standing center stage/ A beat drops - a simple, soulful bass line/
The figure leans into the mic/
East Village cafe, brick walls whisperin' low, Steam rising from a cup of joe/
But it ain't the caffeine, no, and it ain't the joe, It's you, baby, that makes my heart glow/
I dig you the most, see, 'cause you make coffee your way/ Not pre-packaged perfect, but brewed fresh, day by day. Strong, bold, a little rough around the edges, man, I dig it that way/
Hey, baby, I dig you the most/ like always got somethin' to say/
(The bass line deepens slightly) I dig you the most when I see you struttin' my way, A force of nature, you brighten up any day/
And that Cleopatra hair, piled high, in ancient display/ makes my heart beat faster, what else can I say/
I dig you the most when you're laughin' at our feline crew, those furry little weirdos, pullin' our chain, Yo baby, dig this feeling, honest and true/
Hey baby, I just dig you the most, in everything you do/
(A breath, a pause/ The spotlight seems to intensify)
Lovin' you, baby, it's a party, all day long!/
A symphony of moments, a beautiful, heartfelt song/ I dig you the most when you're rockin' that Channel scent, strong/
Baby, I just dig you to no end/
Cause you are my wife, lover, and best friend/
Hello human this is the voice you hear most often when you are stressed. Sometimes you hear me when things are going all wrong for you and I have to chip in and make it worse. Hell, when things are going good for you I have to make myself known to turn it something to make you miss trust it. I have been with you for over a decade now and well it seems that I have made a real home in your head for myself. I’m the thing that cause your heart race for no reason to where you have chest pains. But you have to admit it though I have caused you less damage than the other humans you claimed to be your friends. I also have protected you from your own self when it came to the weirdos from that thing you people called the internet. I’m not all bad human and yeah, I have teamed up with one of your characters time to time. How else am I to know to make you stress out it’s not like you came with an info book or anything. Even now you are probably stressed out not knowing when I’ll creep up on you to drag you down to a lower level then the sewer. Remember the time I put you in the dark place for the better part of a year? Those were some of the best days we had together human. Had you go from a healthy 110 pounds to 97 pounds and no sleep. Why can’t we go back to those days' human? I also have made you do some stuff that you wouldn’t do like thinking you don’t deserve anything. Just think of all the times I made you feel unworthy of your writing talents because of your learning flaws. How masterful was that of me to implanting that in your head. I have also had help from my buddy that well truth be told started the work for me before I even showed up. So, it’s not all my fault in how you are. Most of the time you bring it on yourself human with all yourself doubt.
I believe you and I are going to be together for a very long time human.
Until the next mental break down. Your forever friend,
Anxiety
Like a bat, I fly in lands not my own
I flutter into the unknown
In a black hole in space…
Embrace me now…
Give me glorious grace…
Show me somehow…
I’m a legit poet…
I’m not up in the charts, posting youtube videos everyday
But, I try and be a positive outlet
Positively negative…but, I let go and let live
I try to be positive, hopeful
Not negative, not-so mopeful
Arrogance and pride isn’t on my mind
Humility and numbness left me behind
Drums...get the beat in…
Violins…strum on – the strings are thin
Guitar…strum me now, you got me this scar…
I’m still God’s number 1 STAR
Laziness and craziness and up in here, in a daze
I like to star gaze in a lightyear moment
Graze in your own maze, graze in your own maze
Stop being neglectant and start being acceptant
I have no idea what these weirdos are talking about
I’m just sitting here, out and about…not making any attempt to shout
Blogging here and there…these guys just look at me…
I’m a dream, becoming a nightmare…don’t look at me…
I’m ugly
I’m ugly
Can’t you see?
I want to be priceless
Relieve me from distress
Uplift my blues
Uplift my blues
You are my muse
Whatever way you choose
You are my muse
You are my muse
But, that’s just my normal, yet weird adoration news
12/30/20
Feeling like a human
Trying to avoid financial ruin
With marijuana and alcohol, I've been abusive
Yet I've still been lucid
Not completely useless
Despite me being foolish
To me music
Is rather therapeutic
I'm feeling like an actual
Animal
Evolving and being adaptable
Not concerned with capital
Or being impractical
Close and far from objects that are flammable
Life going up, down and diagonal
People are weirdos, like Hannibal
Happy to be a cannibal
I'm fallible
Feeling detachable
Or radical
Among items considered 'taxable'
Got the job done by being rational
Not tyrannical
What I learned and experienced is invaluable
You are all from a different galaxy sneered the moon.
I was not surprised, always suspecting I am a Martian.
But not Mars! He said, rolling his snake eyes at me.
I was intrigued, as he has never done that before.
Just joking, said a voice to my left. It was a star.
I wondered which planet I was from.
I do not get along with these weirdos here.
They are lunatics, their thinking absurd and unjustified.
Neptune? Jupiter? Saturn? I tried to open my brain.
Just kidding said the moon. Then he laughed.
Typical day for me; surrounded by idiots
Not only on the earth, but above the earth.
I’m not sure which planet I hail from
But I would like to go back as soon as possible.
This one no longer holds my interest.
You’ve howled in approval. I’ve driven both forest and ocean through your channels. There was no hustle like their squeak of my rubber soles, running to you, to make you howl my approval.
Witches, wolves, and woods nymph. Propaganda, I say. No other sanctuary is as pure. Wet leaves whistle the wind when wild weirdos wax poetic.
I wane under the harsh scrutiny of oil lamps and blue lights. A marshmallow, dangling dangerously close to the heated hearth that you most assuredly are. I retreat to the warm frostbite of the thicket on the other end of that beckoning brick bridge.
I, self, lord, and master, submit to Mother’s milk during the witching hours.
Speak of me. Perhaps I will be found. Maybe I belong.
I wish that I don't go to jail tonight/
But if I go to jail I wish I don't do life/
And if I do, I'll be alright/
I just wish I do it right/
Sometimes I feel like a cliff hanger, can't hold on much longer/
But I'm still holding on, getting stronger and stronger/
Even though my days feel like I'm trapped in a coma/
One day I'll wake up and be right back to normal/
I'm taking Penitentiary chances in the streets to survive/
Because I can't get an honest job anywhere/
All the weirdos call me Uncle Satan/
You don't want to test them, they young and restless/
You don't see us in the day time, vampire lifestyle/
They're super Malefic, they like to get reckless/
We like to dress all in black and go on the prowl/
We stalk like an owl and watch everything around us/
When it's time to go down, like stars, we round up/
And you gonna wound up swimming with fishes/
But I'm the only one the will need three wishes/
I'm good in the South, I got bros out the boat/
I know steps that'll shoot when it's time it's time to come through/
I know steps that's legit, you don't wanna test/
I know steps serving life and I wish them the best/
I'm wishing to live a better life dodging the Penitentiary/
I'm in the lab twerking this pen, writing my books, poems/
In the streets, I blow like the wind, I'm a rolling stone/
Where the wind blows, I go, I just roll along/
I wished I had a woman but they're all a tease/
For my birthday every year, I wish for millions of dollars/
I still don't have it, but I keep wishing, writing these books/
I can't find a job and keep fishing to no avail/
Something has gotta give, so I keep writing/
I need to formulate a plan to survive, avoid the Penitentiary/
In the streets... Day to day... Waiting on them to get me/
Wondering, if I'll ever go back to prison/
For a crime I never done, I wish to avoid that/
God lets us see life from every angle. Anklebiters that we are. Fist fighters, black-eyed contenders, snivelers. The boss looks down, looks into our eyes, looks at our feet, looks underneath. We don’t see the cobwebs between our fingers and toes, in our mouth and ears. Our hairdos make us look like weirdos, piled fry-high, like the bride of Frankenstein. Our hearts shoved into the easy-bake of childhood. Black-spider shades grip our nose and tether behind our ears, holding onto dendrites. White teeth flash their watermelon pits, black and blue. God lets us see from every angle. The dark spots hinder perfect sight, the dark holes below lower lashes, thinning lips, fattening thighs, exercising our rights, but mostly wrongs. I hear the gong...not many do. Do we belong to the world or to our God? Is this yet Babylon. Our speech once babbled, have we forgotten? Why do you think we don’t all speak the same language? Scientists prove there’s been a worldwide flood. Jesus walked the earth and the sun. Now you see the one world coming together. Remember what happened last time the world did this — were we not scattered? Scientists say there was a continental divide — this once united mass. Indeed we are anklebiters, curtain climbers, toddlers. God lets us find our own stray. Can we find our own way?
1/6/2021
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
as it is in heaven.
Matthew 6:10 KJV