It was September, or some other irrelevant month that one a soul did read his book and sing her song. Some even celebrate it. Such a thing to celebrate, Nothing worth more stress and relief. It is no slave song or national or social anthem. To come all this way for nothing To Channel theseContinue reading “An Ambiguous Personal Truth: Part III”
Yes in Chapters, mad known only at arms length, A song in the megaphone, and thought was relevant. Alright now all lost and blown. No helpful or relevant thought. Ode to such a feeble attempt at loveable help. Only the folk saint and statue of a literature classic. Eastward unknown oxymoronic and not wasted despiteContinue reading “An Ambiguous Personal Truth: Part II”
Now it is here, heard by its courting and strings. Rocking back and forth with this thing and requiem. A new and eternal one, erie, and only as soft as the sick mind dreamed, and wanted. The gears and strings pump this climax and salty tune. Yet it ends so easy.
I hope other victims of abuse will be empowered to come forward thanks to her, what she did was a very brave thing.
Free, Free Dare are so the words, So are the thoughts that did bring such ideas Only to be wasted and erased. By too serious word of market call and pathetic swindle beacon. And question beg, beg in such pathetic notion Plea such pathetic overture. Drunken landlords freedom stolen in its right day. It is.Continue reading “So are the thoughts that did bring such ideas”
Sleep New now on with another repetitive motion, another due song. Another on demand stage. No home but the heart for the holidays. No truth to the wasted patience What deserves this deja vu? This Brutal question Forgotten lingo with music’s new slang. This word It is nothing It is everything I say yes IContinue reading “Sleep New Now and Old Relic”
Other urban dessert and over crowded chatter on the scene. Chants of a forgotten of an unneeded, of a faulted, of a fateless vapor on the threads of suburban reck and entertainment by another televised chant. 6/10/11
Whatever happened? The muses were singing the juices were flowing, whatever happened to the forward influence and lust and drive of the mind and so of the state of being and its other. It’s wrong and possesive of the daily hour. Annoyed at the simple; broken into stanza and meditative powers of the mind ofContinue reading “Another short tangent for a very long point”