Check-Mate

Elisa

My Portuguese singing goddess from Santa Fe

Belting out her thoughts that induced her lyricism into the face that houses my ears

About to go meet up with my attorney like clockwork

Only, this clock goes from twelve to twelve about once every year or so

I am stuck somewhere unknown, foreign

Just waiting around for all of the dust to clear

I took it way too far by abandoning my city

It was not because I was afraid, per say

It was more because everything around me was not one bit pretty

I was numb from my toes up to my head

Fed up with the senseless struggle against the part of nature that welcomes envy and malice

Everything had gone from perfect to beyond shitty in such a brief period of time that I was dumbfounded, to say the least

I couldn't even find a tabernacle  that held within it an honest priest to which I could confess my many sins

When even the law is against your right to breathe, it doesn't really matter who loses or who wins

It is given too much power created by having a tad too much pride

Once you have stepped over the "fill to" line, your motor has already up and died

It leaves you to sit and wonder how you may be able to siphon out some of the excess residue that you have allowed to build up inside like the foolish faggots you all are

People tend to pause and backtrack their steps when they hear one talking mad shit about them- and that is because it is quite more than obvious what is going on in the real

Covering up

Closing down

Dancing in circles like circus clowns with Downs Syndrome

Attention seekers who get it rarely

Usually they are attempting to take the heart of the matter off of 'blast" in any way that they can find

Lying along their lonely little unpaved roads

The cops were doing just about the same thing back then, almost two years ago

It is all even more surreal to me now

Including the possibility of having to wait even longer to be compensated correctly

Just to be able to carry on about my life without visions of rotting sugar plums doing the fucking mamba or cha-cha while making terrible banging noises in the forever part of my brain

Its like the Moon above my head has taken 24 months to wax, become full, and has not yet begun to wane

Another year of this may just put me over that thin red line

Finally, society, and its many moronic matrons will have the grounds to brand me "insane"

Folks, I got some news for you all- If I were insane, as you all long to make factual, every last one of you would be shredded and your body fragments would be scattered in so many directions, your entire identity would cease to exist!

Wow, I had better stop talking about that, because its turning me on

What a pretty place this would be if all of your chaotic dimness was over and gone

Why, I could even safely be a mere pawn again upon my repositioning on the board

No, forget that...I would just be taken quickly

Never spoken of

Ignored

This time around, I must become an object of royalty, which then, of course, I would be Queen

Mean-spirited

Money hungry

Self-centered

Raw

Perhaps I could be Quenda, The Good Queen of the North, or some shit..

That would be tight to travel around in a bubble

But, I would want the windows tinted on mine- not to mention, I would want more than one, so it must come in a variety of colors

I think that, basically, I have decided that it is now again the time to be all about me

Acknowledgement of all the others has always just taken me back right here to the jump, when I should be far passed the finish line

I only hope that before I take my next step that my opponents don't call out "check-mate" to send me sailing back into the sublime

There is no game

If they think that they have won something, I will just stuff all of the shit they have given me right back up into them

Take myself back from every fucking cracker jack I have ever had to know...

4/03/2013