Hotel room
Late September
Sweat seaps from every pore
Streaming down my once placid temple
Ridden
But, never hard enough to even feel it call my bluff
Put away, but I had to get wet later on my own
I once saw myself as a queen , adorned by many a colorful throne
I once had suitors lined up around the corner
Itching to taste me, to throw me their bones
A business student
A company I owned, and actually still do
But, I cannot even follow through with any one procedure without bitches who have somehow gained my trust thrusting me out into the dead of Winter after dosing me with some jagged little pill
Then dancing like madmen over the same landscape upon which they just witnessed me flopping around like a coy fish on the ground as my body and soul went into a vacant seizure
Times like these are apparently some folks idea of leisure when they had no right to have ever even played any games
So detached are they from the rest of the world that forgotten have become their once popular names
They place their blames upon the only ones who have ever bothered to help them find their own light
They hide beneath stolen ninja costumes as they go about tagging us as the thieves of the night
Wrong and right are parallel lines that somehow always tend to intertwine
It is during these times that these vandals try to trade in their own short-comings by heckling me out of mine, which is just fine by me actually..
All that they had to do was ask
Would that not have been much simpler for them all then attempting to pull off an impossible task?
Yes, I am Egyptian
I worship the Sun, in which I proudly bask
Yes, I get my tan without spraying it on or by cooking myself from the inside out by laying down in the neon coffins of the brain dead
I am sorry that I fiord my own rivers and find my paths without being led
Then again, my being is composed of much more than cheap table wine served with unleavened bread
Dogma tends to degrade it\'s many patrons in plain, unchartered view
Thus, we warriors of the Light of God are far between and few
Forgotten become so many
So many ,too bad so sad
Perhaps they should have composed themselves more cleverly when their indifferences to me caused them to go fucking mad
All I know is that I have had it with all of their dumb asses
All the go-getters who are as slow as molasses should be encased in the eternal ice of January ...
9-26-2015