Entrance to my anger…
Step over the threshold
Now push at the heavy door that’s me,
It’s hinged to the heart, as it swings open,
And bangs with ease
Erosion, forget-me-not…“Erosion”,
As bulldozed splinters of pain fleck off
Freedoms breath is cupped by this action
It’s a suffocating squeeze
i bemoan, “That which is pushed eventually must fall over”
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Fingers of tumultuous jostle me –
i just push them aside, as it
Attempts to throw me hard toward kingdom-come…
Yes, truth blackens all vision
And remorse burns introspection until blurred
i am helplessly helpless, no restoration
As whirlwinds of self-analysis triggers a flapping numb
i bemoan, “There’s so much bitterness and bad memories consigned”
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i have no voice (it’s been turned off),
There’s no strength of decency, and certainly no laughter…
When wedging myself between barely visible and God, i’m cursed
Where I’m supposed to be going?
Yes; I have been blackened!
And bullied!
Why bellow?
i\'m yellow
This build up had made me
Blue...
My heart maneuvers through the scenery; a block of ice
Oh weary me
It is oh so terribly
Cruel!
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There are too many loco motions of unfurled notions,
It doesn’t matter ‘cause it is a GOD DAMN mental free-for-all!
i am
Stuck in gear, Stuck in gear –
Stuck in IT, Again...
ONLY to sh-ssh-shudder,
s- s-st-stutter
And stall
And far into my space i go
Becoming dark, a slave of this -
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Lunacy –
A prisoner,
To this cartoon that’s me,
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When i FUCK UP,
It’s a true 10 on a 10 scale.
Perfect. i’m a haunted person
With my soul as a battle-ground,
i can’t get my dead man’s eyes off of myself
There is nothing else... i am nothing more
i cower under these eyes
That has drowned my spirit
(And) as always – it silences my cries
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i don’t think any one man’s life is really that important …
But what he does with it and leaves behind is
The ticking clock comes singing / all angry and accusatory
Often not much has changed in our actual life –
Yes, i get into the same bed each night trying to go to sleep,
Thinking that if i look away,
It might be gone by the time i look back
But inside there’s an invisible world not far away
In which there’s human suffering,
“Can this drama, the supreme embodiment of the human condition, possibly be okay?”
It’s all scary.
Especially when i hear the question echo –
What hurts?
- ooznozz