My Piece of Peace

My Piece of Peace

Around another curve,

Another stuttering apostrophe.

Self-destruction is how I measure the time,

And so I think that I might really be happy.

I am happy I see the misery of this existence,

I am not happy it is there, just happy that I see it.

I am glad I’ve let it infect and eventually

Control and become me,

Because now I am that misery,

And knowing is my happiness;

My peace.

Now a truly filtered day of reckoning for my soul.

I know that I no longer have anything to lose,

And this is my freedom,

This is what all of you,

As the complete organism of ignorance you apparently long to be,

Can never take away from me.

And so I finally laugh freely…

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Little Room

Little Room

Hearts, eloquence,

A lock of dead pink hair

For company.

Stuck in my little room,

Me and your pictures and my thoughts.

A daydream occurs…

With the wind through our hair and

Our arms locked around our waist,

We lift weightlessly off the ground.

Rising toward the heavens, sinless and brave,

We cast off our bodies for the masses of power and greed,

Spirit again, the plan is once more ours to reveal,

Unmistakable in this form, impossible to the flesh.

Impossible to the flesh…

I awake in a sweat, still half entranced,

But I see your dead pink hair and remember

Who and what I am… but I can’t remember  

The plan, and all I can feel is this flesh.

It’s hot so I strip and look around my tiny little room for a comfort that doesn’t exist here.

I lay on the ground and stare at the ceiling, picturing your face in the texture

Of the walls. I wish that my room had a 

Door or even a window, fore I so miss

The blue of the skies

(the blue of your eyes)

the air is thick here and I remember the

freedom of weightlessness,

the intrigue of being complete.

I bloom from within and a realization

Slaps me surprisingly across the soul.

The room can not hold me, because there is no room.

There is only this plan…

Attending Suffrage

Attending Suffrage

I suffer you all, and I thank you profusely.

All the days of my life are dotted with your lives,

Your furies.

The blindness of the ways,

Imploring your attendance,

Measuring your acceptance,

And then finally striking.

A distracting millisecond that changes everything.

Now life is different.

You notice the attendance grows evermore,

So many with your striking resemblance,

So many with your open point of view.

“Never a cynic”, he says, “always a reverberation of the truth.”

The true truth, as if there could be some other…

I was told the world was conquered by distraction.

Sport. Drink. Pornography.

Meanwhile they talked us in to being slaves for comfort,

Then they outsourced and said, 

“you know what slave?  We’ve found us cheaper slaves.

So now we crack gigantically reckless champagne bottles,

Because it seems that we have ourselves a war.

Super tremendous,

Now the country’s Ego is up.

What sweet, true, Babylonian wisdom.

Watch it, and it surrounds you,

Evoking your every image 

Of what is real.

What is…

Factual, tainted, lies, you-thought-was-factual, more lies, more tainting,

Unspoken, mirthful, yet… vibrant,

Beautiful, hungry, alone, all factual,

Lost, un-forgiven, still formidable,

Loose, contradictory, you;

In confinement.

Of Spirit? Soul?

Listlessness.

Preoccupied impotence.

Another sense of noverythings.

Just for you, or whoever, really.

What is clever

But lurid, insipid, correspondent.

The ever looming figure of control

Staring you straight in the eye?

Your occupation stands rigid,

Upright,

Eye to eye,

Always apologetically in the right.

Sorry, we’re just doing our duty,

Thanks,

Because I really don’t completely despise the chains,

Especially since you were in the wrong,

Constitutionally speaking,

You FUCK!

Oh, I mean…

You gentle lamb.

Since time sped up,

And your evolution didn’t,

You wouldn’t be that figure, adamant as the times were.

You had to fit in, 

Your outrageousness really made you wonder why the others really didn’t take to you.

Justice, preached the egg and sperm donors.

Be all you can be, no matter what, or else.

And he thought that we might have to start thinking for

Ourselves,

Ones-self,

Each others’ selves.

As long as the totals count,

Twenty three with a pair or

Two or more, more.

The next step is…

Imagination without contempt,

You’ve seen it all,

It’s all there,

So why would you have to think about that?

That’s why there are people in charge,

For our comfort…

Yet the lower-caste have never exulted itself around true comfort.

They just reach and dream, and pray for it,

Doing nasty little self-preserving pieces of everyday nothings to do something to promote ones’ self.

Yet what if really, we were just the manifestation of God?

One day it dawned on him that all energy was related, 

No matter what they looked round and found,

But they kept on finding it until they were stroked into nothingness.

Where is the one, clear in his judgment,

Silently leading?

Where is the man that most can’t see?

What a treat.

I thank them for the sufferings.

I thank you for an extremely vague nod of approval.

They all learn me in one way or another,

They learn me up real good,

Yet you learn me subtractively,

Ever submissive, ever true.,

Ever doing cartwheels around the sands of reality.

Awestruck like the dying parasite,

Ever languishing over the food source, 

Mixing celebration with religion,

Patriotism with comfort,

Life, with evil.

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Finished

Like a space monkey you

Threw yourself at me,

Hampering to my every whim…

Now you want to threaten me with anger

And a suffocation that no longer even ghosts my radar.

I know the last thing that I should do is laugh,

But I can’t imagine any other way to react

In this state of mind.

It is my fault, of course.

I should have left you the little sister

You had always been to me.

You do need a big brother,

And I don’t need the drama,

It’s hard to even think about this for lack of worth,

And so I am finished with it,

And you.

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Let Me Go

We should talk about God more,

Fore God is the unknown,

The dry alcoholic,

The penniless man.

I feel the heavy hand right now,

But I am still correct.

I’ve spent all my virtuous acts

On the self depreciating fact of truth.

No one here wants it, they are all caught up in what little they have.

What is intellectual freedom?

They laugh at me.

What is your story?

They say,

What is your point?

Yet I think that I am smart enough to know that there isn’t a point.

There is only love,

And it keeps us still, 

But we can’t go on like this forever,

So go ahead and drive faster,

Just don’t let me go.

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How I’ve Missed You

She is back. 

She is back in my heart, throbbing. 

I am afraid.

I am exhilarated. 

I am terrified.

I feel guilt from two instances of the soul.

I can not answer questions.

The ground fell out.

I am losing control.

Everything is different now.

I am different now.

In one fraction of an instant,

The road is corrupted.

I am blind.

That rare subtle peace of mind is gone.

I am once again tortured.

I threw you away. 

I am playing with souls, while choking my own.

My voice is lost, my backbone bent dysfunctionally.

The block is gone;

My fate is altered and deterred.

I feel helpless, yet driven.

Insanity!

Fuck!

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Ghost of a Doubt

Goodbye.

The starlet is born.

Pray for a way,

But please don’t go.

I couldn’t be a hoot without you.

So this is a plea,

Not necessarily a bargain,

But a necessary means, 

For a necessary means.

Continuance,

A certain way of knowing,

Of ever questioning the controlling point.

So who’s in attendance?

I’ve waited for the day,

Day after day,

Mostly alone, 

Yet never in vain,

Insecurely,

We entertain the pain,

And I walk now entrapped,

Reduced to a grain,

Of sugar or salt,

Toss sand of over shoulder,

Time comes to a halt,

Yes, it is all of my fault,

Because my hearts in the vault

Of one who takes the situation lightly,

So flighty,

So frighteningly so.