Have lost so much of what had remained in me
I used to have beautiful thoughts and nice poems
Read deep books , wished to die
Wrote wrote and wrote just to stay alive
Now I think I am in love
Now I think I stay drunk
To accept who I am
Now I think what I am
I have l lost what I could
The genius is dead
My spirit is lost
Spiritus Mundi abandoned my ass
Looking at my account
Confirming I have enough
I can't even starve in peace
I can't even love for free
I have drowned in this world
I have accepted defeat
I have accepted to eat
This is the end
I have tried to be me
I have fought to be
But still I have ended up where I was told
Over educated
Over frustrated
Overcompensating
Waiting for 40 years
Just to stay dead
That chapter is closed
I don’t understand people who sacrifice their fun and freedom to appear with self control that only knows of shame beneath them
the ones dressed up in expensive clothes
who stand around all prim and proper
looking down their nose at those
found lower on the social ladder
They’re terrified you’ll realise they’re absolutely useless
they provide a sense of pride whilst making daft excuses
they’ll talk a game of expert claims but you won’t see them do this
they’ll speak their mind in hindsight times to hide they are recluses
their character will alter
to fit who they are talking too
saying what they oughta
regardless of what they think true
They try to act mature thinking mature would never laugh
they try to seem assured but listen closely they sound daft
they’ll be the first to tell you of the skill sets that they have
they call it LDE and there’s a lot of it in Bath
And LDE won’t recognise it acts the way it’s sized
always overcompensating always on the rise
always competing always thinking there’s a prize
always acting like they’re not they’re wearing a disguise.
She knew if she could pull this off, she would be the best
Pharaoh Ancient Egypt had ever seen, it was her utmost quest.
You need to hide the fact that you are female her daddy said.
If a servant finds out, it must be off with his all-knowing head!
You must look regal at all times, and use your deepest meow.
Be haughty and healthy, and grimace when one makes a bad bow.
Phillistine the Poser Pharaoh wanted to make them both proud.
She gave them a lion’s roar, only a big bit more loud.
Not that her dad cautioned. They’ll know you are overcompensating.
You will constantly be under their eyes; they will always be rating.
Just be yourself, her mother assured the oldest of her latest litter.
She was surely that, being a self-confident aware-of-herself critter.
She walked into great hall, dressed in her daddy’s ropes with scepter.
Gasps surrounded her as she walked past her best friend Hector.
He was transfixed by transformation of her, this their newest king.
He did not reveal her secret. She felt a joy that made her want to sing.
There is a man named Mr. Purt
Money and power are his turf.
He rules the land with a tangerine fist
Misogynistic deeds always tops his list
He takes what he wants, no questions are asked.
Women are no exceptions in his take-over tasks
Greasy, slime-ball, a Neanderthal if you will.
Algae of the earth, pond scum, seeking chauvinistic thrills.
He encompasses himself with a cluster of men who think the same.
Narcissistic beastly creatures, I do proclaim!
Mr Purt is the leader of these evil clones
overcompensating with their wallets while he is perched on his throne.
Receding hair line over indulgent brutes
siting in the country club in their Armani suits.
Laughing and saying "All women are sluts and whores to a degree".
Puffing on cigars and sipping on their Brandy.
So, ladies, if you happen to see Mr. Purt and his entourage walk your way
RUN! RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!
HIDE YOURSELF FROM THE ORANGE HAND!
I am in a dark place
It is dismal in my land
Radiant is the sun
That shines upon my breast—
Laughter is the sound that you feel,
Puffing out your chest—
You are
Too much of man;
Or
Too much a woman;
You're a child!
As you run away from life and find a new kind of smile turned
Upside down;
(And you)
You are turned
Inside out.
Becoming the man you used to denounce;
Overcompensating…
For what(?)
—A lack of ego and pride
Feeling ashamed
Deep down inside—
Not outside; from with-in.
You have the courage...
The courage to provide
2015
On "Holidays" there is so much pressure to
have fun,
Even when the mood is somber and melancholy,
The heat is on to celebrate and act jolly,
People go above and beyond their norm,
to convince themselves that life is one
big party,
throwing caution to the wind and forgetting
about tomorrow,
reveling in reckless abandon then creating sorrow,
Life is good just soaking up surroundings, and
listening to the quietness that lurks within,
instead of overcompensating and wearing ourselves
thin............