My heart is a to-do list
that never gets completed My soul is like a date book that never gets addressed My mind is a series of unfortunate events My spirit is a coloring book that never gets its shades
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Restless tired irritable & discontent
I stare at the board of numbers The sticks are stuck clicking clicking and inching this way but not that My brain is like a Cadillac with the top down I drive it in the breakdown lane chucking ideas into the ether One after another I follow the words on the page My eyes are burning confusion I’m in an elusive state I write thoughts on my face Life’s glorious floating vessel is lost at sea I stand on the riverbanks of time rearing to jump into the maelstrom of indecision It’s a cold reality in which I spend most my time The heated edges of life burn symbols in the rear end of my third cornea Then I go about doing things that need to be done I think about things that are mere nuances Life’s inconsequential fury is something that I must overcome before the boredom of lesser dimensions leaves me pleasureless & disturbed as the clock’s thunderous chirp Black moon
Thunder & Gloom I find salvation inside the panic room Watch me walk tonight through the waning lights When the bullets come raining down I won’t stop my plight Thirsty for adventure Hungry for disaster Falling bricks are the sounds of my rotten anthem Find me in a pit of glory a place beaming with fury Find me deep in the depth succumbing to worries Walking through
a sea of emptiness my heart beats feverishly as I shake hands with another failure I scour the sewage for an ounce of truth but the crazed clouds open fire upon my head Set fire to another dumpster where the answers lay barren The reasons for persevering are beyond me Bland smiles find me Eyes like voids peer through the dark Tendons like phony vessels rip the truth from the sky The flaming wreckage of the edge of life’s refugees pulls me into a crater The basis of rhetorical theories brought me to life again Scatological nothingness A futile solution Delusions make me feel worthy of being Dark skies rising
encompassing the small towns cities enveloped by dark clouds Then the rain comes down like bullets Cars flooded in urban lakes Drivers blinded by tidal waves descending In a crowded room an alarm goes off Everyone thinks FIRE phones jangling all at once warning of tornados and floods and heavy hurricanelike storms They laugh Not here they think The meeting commences and throughout those by the windows keep peering out at the storm that clatters and crashes against windows and doors The worst storm in 100 years says the weather channel Newscasters soaked from the head to their toes as they showcase worlds devoured in rain cars floating like boats windows smashed in people on roofs waiting to be saved It’s like the scene from a disaster movie The objects of destruction real-life natural mischief Morning time comes
like a shock to my system I’m lumbering through warehouses walking on rivers of human wasted bodies spread out across time each face has a name but I feel no connection as I prowl the dungeons of self-destruction and passion My mind snaps overcome by tension I itch my cranium seeking my youth in a pile of beat-up records My wholesome world transforms I’m livid in red I follow a maze of death as the clockface hits an hour that doesn’t exist I’m shivering in a lonely hole The people I know squander forests foraging for resentments I sought forgiveness but the mirror is ripe with nefarious opinions of the man I shall never be So I burnt them last night I sat amid a fiery fierce transformation where the day took on a whole new perspective It’s better this way In the field of dreams we nightmare our way into your heart >>> but this reality reeks of stark antagonizing salvation |
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