Partially Possessed

That's two weeks in a row , where I have gone and blown it all before Monday even finds the time to ebb its tide

Twice now, I have been lied to by my own intuition

It is likely that I am overshadowed

Partially possessed 

Crimson caresses my visions

Brutal have become all my thoughts

Its Monday still and I have already forgotten what day it is

I have voided all my plans to take affirmative actions toward getting something, anything done

I made it as far has getting spun then stuck then not being wise enough to cashing out

I went back to fucking square one

Wow! I amaze myself

I am displeased, to say the least

Before I could even blink , here I was

Because, why?

Nothing can keep me from reaching the highest supernova in the sky

They may have punctured my wings, but, if given again the air that I need, I will still fly

What is it that keeps me so fixated, so obsessed?

By the mad spirit of this little city, I am partially possessed

I can hear the dead ones who refuse the light calling out their woeful mourns

I hear the harpies as they cackle from the treetops in scorn

I see the fields becoming intwined by the bramble that bloodies the knees

I feel the chaos behind the whisper that howls upon the breeze in this 24 hour trap that should have never been born

What am I doing here besides going nowhere?

Besides wasting money?

Besides falling asleep?

When do I reap all I have blatantly sewn?

When will all these decisions again become my very own?

Through a thousand angry shadows I have flown just to land in a bitter,toxic, dishonorable sea...

Isn't being me a fucking blast?

Partially possessed by the ghosts of the past...

1/30/2012