An Ambiguous Personal Truth: Part III

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”

An Ambiguous Personal Truth: Part II

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”

An Ambiguous Personal Truth, Part I

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.  

So are the thoughts that did bring such ideas

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 and Old Relic

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”

Chance stream of Consciousness and Chants.

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

Another short tangent for a very long point

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”

Celebrations if they can so be called

By splendor of the candid lie and sardonic comments of commentary. The seed of the disgruntled, the post-mo angst of ancient. Urban born with a rural spawn. Given by uncommon narcotics and cultivation. Dreamed of in their own con and color and match and splendid. Seeded by the posted smoke. Colored by the hands notContinue reading “Celebrations if they can so be called”

My Nightly Energy’s Addiction

The nightly energy and binge, come to in addiction and worlds within worlds. The wonder of the new gone in the creaking entertainment, the soft breath and the annoyed viral source of long winded hours. A love so contrived,  Sociopathic rhetoric, and celebrity truth, read through wrong and right and broken riots. Repeated expressions uponContinue reading “My Nightly Energy’s Addiction”

The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part IV

Well now our lies in the bowels and rags of the cage. Malnurished and nothing, He walks in and out day in day out each for his trials. Guilty with no remorse,  and locked away. Our hero does go, for now he is at his low. No love, No home, No woman, and no allie.Continue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part IV”

The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part III

He did break his strength and he did get to know this woman of heartbreak and sin. He fulfilled his debt by fulfilling her lust but no thoughts of this witch lived inside his head. Only the beauty of the one he lost lived on. He slept with this woman, in scorn in hatred andContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part III”