,,Another day, another luck",
I said to my dad with swollen water my eyes sucked,
,,Another day, another fun",
He countered with a gentle smile,
without rushing anything.
,, sh7t dad"
,,Don't say sh..
Always say: ,,What a pity"
Even though his sentence was short, he once said:
,,You see.
I am sorry that you guys need to live on to your teenage years depressing.
We lived in a poor country, in the past there were all silly dudes you know from school, cousins, teachers as your bestfriend and grandma and grandpa.
Always all together.
The better or rich life how you guys call it is saddend.
When we were young?
I and my friends set tires on fire."
,,What? And the police?"
,,Police? They didn't came in one minute.
We ran away like mice.
We were young and had alot of strength within us.
Or the amount of money we stolen from playing with tying up the laces through the Bags and slowly pulling them our way.
We waited till they tried to chase.
You guys now call it criminal.
We called it playing with dumb."
A seed does not stay the same.
If it did, it was stunted
& died.
A seed planted
In soil
Nourished,
Watered,
& fed;
Grows
Changes
& shifts
To it’s
Environment.
Growing, growing, growing.
The plants
Around
Infuriated
Trying to
Drown,
Strangle,
And quench
It’s need
To grow.
To quench
It‘s need
for more.
Jealous of
it’s strength.
Trying to
get ahead
In their game.
When it’s clear
on the outside
looking in,
that there’s more to
life than
their petty games.
Our leaves can’t turn
green when games
are all that are played.
Too busy
tying up knots.
Focusing on other’s
instead of
trying to plant
our own roots and grow out further
Then we’ve ever been before,
before there is too much to loose.
The night shift…
working in anonymity
semi-detached
Finding a hidden
emptiness
blinding daylight always hides
Tying up the
looser ends
of conscious dislocation
Bringing you back
inside yourself
through darkness circumscribed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
The show completely whirls me over.
Each device has its stance grow closer.
Dreams are being shattered in some way.
Lead to tying up a chain of fears of dismay.
You can't fly with an extensive period of pain.
Farewell kisses are altogether the grave vain.
The trip of a wet bird is bound to decay.
How leads are adored softly by a waterway.
Leave on an excursion to greatness.
Divine love streams from the fireless.
Take a walk around the radiant weather.
Initial impressions of a bizarre culture.
Wind, trill, age flying ring a mighty bell to mind.
Is it fair to note death now that I'm outside?
Written: October 19, 2021
I dreamt I had a shut down button
That switches off the lights in my brain,
My mind screen went blank, it was sudden,
As if God Himself had cut the main,
I closed my eyes and reached Slumberland,
'cross far aways and once upons hurled
Wow! That was quicker than a quicksand,
Dreams and wishes of a sleeping world,
How good it would be if I could close
My nimble mind to all its dull thoughts!
Then easily I could go to doze,
Without tying up my mind in knots.
07.13.2020
Why can’t I tie my laces right, why can’t I tie them good?
I always get them in a muddle, by not doing what I should.
The first part I can do but the bow is where I fail,
I get the laces in a twist and cannot thus prevail.
I told my best friend Sammy James that I was having trouble,
tying up my laces, it was such a massive struggle.
I looked down at her shoes but no laces I could see,
I shrug my shoulders saying ‘Sammy, how can that ever be?’
Turns out her shoes were slip on, so no lace even required.
The answer to my prayers, I was so wonderfully inspired.
I ran home to my mum, this was freedom in the making.
For tying up my laces needn’t be mum’s undertaking.
‘Can you buy me slip on shoes? Can you buy them now?’
I asked my mum in hope that she might find a way somehow.
‘If you cannot tie your laces then you shall be deprived,
of the pretty shoes mummy bought which today have just arrived.’
who can survive in this maze/ or stay alive in these days/where our lives are like islands, and the silence enslaves/we're lions in cages:/tying up the violence and rage/ the tides and the waves/ are risin, we've arrived in an age/ where-i-must confide in a page/ transcribing my sage/ testaments/ cuz we're dyin, depraved/ defiant, decayed and desolate/ wrestlin pride/ like a great, mighty leviathon/ that's lyin in wait/ tryin to slay/ by blinding with strange/ science and vain guidance that we followed/ it swallowed us whole/ it filled us with nonsense/ and hollowed our souls/ we've lost all our control/ our world's crumblin apart/ we're stumblin in darkness/ so lost and numb in the heart/ and i'm just tryin to find peace/ as a blind beast/ before my time ceases/ I hope this rhyme reaches/ the Divine's feet/
Four walls are caving in
a sinkhole swallows the bedroom
Falling falling falling down
I awake by the sounds of my screams
nightmares raw with the melody of Grimm's lullaby
Blue is the shadows soaked into a deep purple night
images of a doll with the devil's smile
The claw of a tree branch scratches the window glass
flashes of lighting and you see it staring by your bed
Drowning in a pool of your own sweet sweat
hearing the haunting echo of a lonely winds howl
Shutters slamming to the rhythm of souls damn
mumbling in voices unknown
Dreams of dread stirring in your head
grind your teeth and spit them out
The hour is frozen in bewitching time
you suddenly awake again paused with fear
Turning on the lights shadows of evil crawl away
haunted by nightmares raw
Leave the lights on
sleeping with one eye open
Tying up that damn doll
Has this ever happened to you
While bending over tying up your shoes
You let go a big fella
Destroying the credenza
You thump your head and don't know who's who
finally tying up
loose ends
signing the artwork
posted on September 30, 2018
Plush red velvet pillows rest secluded
light bent amid scenic shoji screens
ornate vines twist and turn giving way
a silhouette stares ahead without face
Pin pricked blood blackened by pain
drips holes drilled out stitched
loop by loop the fabrics of life
tying up loose-end-less thoughts
Time still lost but never found
feelings frost within a frigid wind
felt in the recesses of the dark
trembling fingers wave farewell
My friend, what’s your love filled channel,
Where does your mind retreat?
And when you’re there, what is your crutch?
What forces you to be discrete?
Do you enjoy the bondage site,
The site tying up the lonely spouse?
Or maybe the site where there’s hundreds of people
Filling each room of the house.
And why does this intrigue your mind?
Why does it make your pulse run?
Is it because you see folks enjoy themselves,
And you too want to relish the fun?
Or is it a burnt in curiosity,
To learn what folks label taboo?
To learn this taboo with your partner,
So you can both try it too?
The hanging of the gallows high
Electric chair is set on fry
Passing out free cyanide
So many different ways to die
Rounding up the firing squad
Wait for it...the go for it nod
The guillotine is set on chop
All it needs is for the blade to drop
They're mixing up the chemicals
To go off at precise intervals
Tying up your arms with coils
Being pulled apart by bulls
Feed you to the crocodiles
The ones that have the biggest smiles
Dragging you for twenty miles
Behind ten horses running wild
You can beg and you can plead
Getting down upon your knees
But sometimes the reading of my poetry
Might just be the worst of these
change, can come with a lot of changes
like maintenance gotta be patient
Do I know what im facin
i just got to embrace it
and hold life deep within me
even when im empty
and people are condesending
I adapt and amend
and apprehended a friend
who recommened the commitment of tying up loose ends
i hope god forgives me for all of my new sins
and separate me from my angel and devil blend
who will i be what will i see in the end
please prevent me from traveling back for revenge
but my mind can always change RIGHT?
kuz my pops said that changes always change LIFE
When pressed on skin I look tight.
Go right with any event in the summer, spring, fall, winter or night.
At my best in the morning but I tell you I'm not light.
During the day Ill be sharper than height.
When you see me you'll think I'm larger than life.
Making if far with this long tale.
Staying on my A-game counting on my skills,
to go all the way to the top!
Casually tying up a deal.
On Sunday I have a great feel.
...
My master tall or short,
stay ahead of the charts.
No human can overturn his power unless qualified for the cut.
With or without business lawyers still look up.
Wont judge you make sure you don't fall short.
...
Depending on our mood don't make us lighting up your day!
What am I Who I describe?
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