
In the midday of momentary
As I laid in the dissonant perfume of the day,the aromatic sweetness beckoned my arid ashen pallette.
Mesmerizing and tantalizing,A treat for the diligent sixth sense.Draped above me,regal clouds,my crisis of wisdom invalid.
Wispy scient translucent eyes,alit,floating into waves of decadent pure sapience.
My questions climb high into the naked sky,vested in self wanting truth,released from cognitive clenched sentience.
The star that rose and glimmered in the early day
The shadow in the light of my existence,follows and forms my sense of reality.
My head hovers in and around the clouds,some times in a blurred vision of prenatal hierarchy.
When i stretch my wounded hands,the healing of the light embraces my empty desires of flesh and blood,beyond my temporal knowledge.
If i push and pull apart,tearing,the means of the ends,the beginning of my purpose unfolds and edifies my sacramental carnage.
Six days.A to do list.
Stretched out on an eternal canopy,over the horizon,supported by,east,west,south,and north.
Words spoken in a whisper,hushed to a scream.Dont awaken the giant,let his breath come forth.
A tear from your eye,a drop of rain.A precipitated moment that lingers between within and without.
An angel confronts and appeases,a dream within a dream.Falling into consciousness captivity, Awakened by a mighty hand.A murmur inside a shout.
Spiritual paralysis.Dont stir the dead.Tossing and turning from words, that were spoke.
Flooded by watered down sermons in a lather of forseen sweat.Floating into a halo of a secreted mirror of smoke.
The flight of the clown from room 101.
Dodging verbal bullets.Aimless shells riccocheting of the barrier of my cerebral mantle.
There's an unwieldy lapse,as the tyrant giant,pauses and reloads.Stammers into neutral.Releasing the clutch.Hammering back into the unilateral battle.
The accusations dampened with spittle and unclod deficiency.As I wipe the drizzle,I can see his tempestuous hurricane eye.Gazing down.Locking and loading dismay into my dewy eyes.
Our eyes meet for the first time.We glance at the wall together.He drops his head as if in defeat.He walks toward the door.I notice a hand about to strike.A receptive clamor rings in my ears.He speaks with contempted restraint.Mr Taylor,its lunchtime,please arise.
A branding tongue never heals.
Piercings,tattoos and scars.An old removal,now a new wound.
A dangling ornament filling a void,in the hole that was never meant to be there.
Now a scar hidden beneath the metallic charm.
Removal from Dissaproval.
Lasers penetrating the open wound into a blossoming ill-proportioned blemish.
Some piercings,tattoo and scars are on the inside.
No Removal,No disapproval.
No laser eyes piercings through visceral lesions.
The only scars that you can't remove are the ones inflicted by sneers,that try to snare you into a caged mind,with no apparent escape of their conflicting,did it yourself oversight.
No gun to the head,or knife to the back that drives unauthorized malleable choices that descend into the intricate membrane of desensitized inflicting wounds.
P.S Don’t forget to write the wrong.
I write with a black pen with red ink,too remind you of the blood you freely gave and retracted from the tracks of my bruised porous body and mind.
A dirty needle in the haywire of your twisted,barbed conscience.That tugged and peeled at my heart and sleeve.Revealing the criminal in you who stole my world and held my heart for ransom.
But you are not longer here,and now I feel your self serving adulterated pain.
The infected,infested virus that you wrapped in a box with a ribbon.
How did you change?You use to hold my hand,like when I was a child as I feared the intrusion of a masked man invading my unblemished pores.
Now those blemished pores are left by a masked man who invaded.smashed and grabbed my innocence,and left the scene of a heinous crime.
Signed:
I Always loved you.If you love me please feel my pain.This is the first needle we shared.For better or for worse.I need to be close to you.
The enigma of pain
A lesson to learn.An uncharted puzzling journey on a bridge to burn.
Brittle bones caught between today and tomorrow.Medicated destination unconfirmed.
Standing inside the torment and madness.Staring down the disarray.
Nocturnal waves shattering unforseen foundations,premeditated to delay.
We push through the unforseen.Our untimely choice we accept the unwarranted pain.
Falling into abysmal denial.Berthing and embarking into restless terrain.
Eight dollars and a pair of wore out souls
They don't look too bad on the surface.
But,when your life is bottom up, all you seam to see is holes.
Three holes,how ironic.
Really it's one hole,and two stretcched out beyond their means.
Hmm,Adidas.I guess i have to start pulling my weight.
Nah,that's a Sad i da.
Maybe i got it backwards?
It's hard to swallow you're pride,when you're choking on tears,everytime your family leaves in the morning.
I guess,i'll put them on,they are small though,but im feeling small myself,i guess i'll push on.
They dont feel too bad.
What's that in the bottom?
A toonie?
Now i got ten bucks.
Where do i start?
I've never had to stoop this low before.
But,I guess you don't have a choice,when your son and wifes backs are up agains the wall daily.
Never done this before,Do i get on my twoknees,and beg like a loony?
That's not fair.
Who am i too judge? Why some people wear their asses off,hitting the cold pavement everyday.
They do hurt my feet though.
I guess it'll give me a reason to sit and rest my feet when i get there.
What are you doing here,Dad?
Move over you guys.
Dad,i though you were heading into the mall?
No,can,t shop til you drop.
You need a pillow Dad?
Nah,I'm good.