I slept.

I slept, on logs of the finest wood, backbreaking, yet the tired bones snapped of reason
Spines languishing , amongst the purity of an afterthought, a billion dollar sky of blue
I never hated my mother,
 yet my father was the different reason, my anticipation dies
There's a municipality that howls towards the moon, my hurt within this evening ,
Papa was the reason, papa cooked my meat of a desperate stew.

I slept in dreams, that had abondened the thoughts of process, regress, amongst hypnotised fields
Of dew, on corns scarecrows cry, in the battle shocks electric lightening
Frightening
against the protest, that my head did shatter, the matter, of tomorrow's cells walls
Against the cheapest motels bourbon, disturbing,
Hightening
Waterfall.

I slept. Yet, the regret I tried so very hard to forget,  the beatings, the hellish lies
The rouge on cheeks, the mother so meek, she allowed all the pain
To happen in a fashion, of shadow ballerinas, tip toeing on silk
Cute. the face of reason. I, the shout amongst the silent, no more insane.

I slept. In a nicotine fingered nest, cradled in the obsessed, the regressed hypnosis mind
A figure father reason, the point of why I tried
To escape. Just one more time. I needed absolution, I craved the essence
The effervescent point of mathematical science, of help on a desert road
I draw myself inwards, turtle neck hung and strung in a brief triumphent explode

I slept amongst the dead. Yet all I remembered was the sky so blue on pure
My mother still protects me to this day amongst the integral clocks and cogs,
I slept on dreams of aspirations , I cried on billion dollar sky's
On finest woods and logs.

The zebra yellow sun

Start as you mean to go on. The mercury of your heart temperature, a gage, of the masters
Finish within, the second, of a first tripped on the sidewalk, of the mind, the creator of disasters
Of biblical psalms, coloured against the realms of black and white, of horizons zebra yellow sun
Toes dipped in the ocean,  of the imbeciles phone , while you're holding on.

Spinning around, the sound of lions roaring on tribulations, suppositions of superstitious beliefs
How much deeper am I allowed to go, because I have plenty left in the tank of robbers and thieves
The mask of plenty, an introvert crying against the cheek of the concrete wall
I'm a hostage, chained, a handcuffed bondage, I have nowhere else to dial, no one else to call.

If I can delve, just for a minute second, I need my mothers hand to guide me
I crave her finger tips to caress me back to life, I need her strength to help this soul to see
To show and Provide an ancient warrior, still fighting on this realm
For I am blinded as we stand, the cataracts,  pupil , coated by a film.

It's the evening, a different season, spiced, amongst dictators that will always die
No longer the king of my mind, for I am the master , I am the reason why I laugh and I cry
I am the ruler of my own destiny. I am the power, the gage and the master
You no longer inhabit the cell of my brain, I'm the artist of this particular disaster.

It's a self portrait, taken in a mirror of reflection,
I chose to dalliance, tipped toes on ballerinas cramped direction
Start as you mean to go on, that's the advice I give you my son
And always scan the horizons, for the zebra yellow sun.

Introspection

Introspection is a part of what I am, dissolving acids otherwise known as mind games
chess taking  a queen taking the knight, fight all you want, the result still remains the same
Your pawns have been sacrificed for the good of the deeds, you told throughout history
The gorillors of the jungle that taught me the crazy the bud of the morning that's allowed me to breathe

Sunrises of a horizons distance away, setting like clay in an ordinate orange hue
I figured out a billion conclusions in a vivid second, tell me you liar if it's true
Y'all will nevertheless, see through cocktail dress on that distressed road again
To the double click of heels Dorothy in a different real. , cry for a doctor, flatline, insane.

I'm wandering, I don't think I'm a part of you anymore. I'm that obscure angle you struggle with at thawing ice shelves  math class at school.
I'm the fucking realm of the headteachers office combined with Master hop skotch twist a limb fool
If at the end of sunsets tears the orange the red the hue of every pond reflection cries on the intric brain
He dissapesred into shadows ,he dissolved into haste, he twitched, that pumping , throbbing vein.

I ask the question
Some believe in birds circling
I ask if that was fun
When I recommend
A vulture
Of the only son and daughters light
A forsaken point  An end. The harbour. The fight

My lover. The end of a jigsaw pyramid
I'm relaxed


I'm.  



(?)

Early morning civil dawn

The teardrop of the few, clinging, apprehending, dew of the new earth mornings dawn
Effervescent realisation, clarity throughout the birdsongs, call, the deer breaths a mist clinging into  her nostrils, upon her fawn
The web of a spider fighting droplets, against anguish, legs of eight, smothered in vapours
Instigator of the sunrise. The iconic, historic , change the mind of the birds early worms diapers

Fall free leaves of history, destination an autumn call, a bouncing second finger on the piano
Red, orange, hues of vein coated life, autumn crisis that only Senior nature can explore
The breeze of a passing parade, why cry at a simple photograph, medals of recognition, upon his long exhausted chest.
Hues falling on the battlefield, medals awarded, but I'm dead, screw that brother, I insist.

He never gave in , to that early dew on leaves and spiderwebs, never craved my unknown siblings shadows blood
Nor will this imbecile, this gangster of a mind , a what if I was like him , a beginning of I guess I might and I could.
And then I fall
Into a dream,  I'm presuming the warrior will never comprehend
Nor are you my enemy, and nor are you my friend.

You are simply my breatheren, my cry, unanswered call
The figment of the essence , the purity of my reason, and the collapsing of my fall
A battlefield of anguish upon the soldiers leaves of torn , corn
There's nothing civil about our heroism , upon this early morning dawn.

I've had a headache for ten days now

I have had a headache for ten days now
Brain tumour, cancer in my skull, furrowed forever this brow
On stilts, walking and moving,  unbalanced, dizzy as a ballerina
I've seen her, chastising me from the horizon, keener and keener.

I think I may have broken my brain, fractured a cell, overthinking
Couldn't handle the thoughts process, the anger, of,  too much drinking
Of regression into the past, the present, the future all at once
How am I supposed to act?  The overflow of a reservoir, the water lapping , the response

There isn't an answer to life, trust me I've explored every cerebral angle the entire body of cause
I guess my conclusion is as simple as this. Exist. Just allow the waves to lap on the shores
On the beach of destiny. Yet keep an eye on the lighthouse, for if you begin to drift
There isn't a rescue party, to help you exist.

We are all blind. Kindered and tied, in the headache rope that will hang you with noises
Of voices
Inside telling you what you should hunt and then gather
Break free from the psychology of Freud , your mother and father.

Learn another language,  and find a girl in that country, so foreign, pretend
Paint her a picture and write her a poem, finish at the beginning and begin at the end
I've had a headache for ten days now
Yet, I guess,  I had to be finished, some how.

Time for a cig.

''Tis but a parting kiss my sweet, my candy coloured dark eyed princess of the sky
You are but a passage on the liner ship of life
'Twas the earth that drew me to the dreams and clouds
The hurt of a shattering porcelain face in a sentimental expression of strife.


Yet I know you. Oblivion, your  heart a of consumption, an interlude between plays
Never again will I allow your temptation to control my inner fields,  of hay and screams
Of straw coloured mountains, in a baptism of flames, so red I gasped in short and controversial breaths
The horizon, I tried to control but the baby daughter began to cry, swords of toddler talk, the the zip covered
Mouth extreme

If you're leaving , taking the kids on a suicide haunt, of the bridge, and the rope
Can you feel the experience? The journey  of the drug fuelled princess ,  the cast of the play I create
The anticipation, of where did you dissolve, where was the centre of the tornado
''Twas apparent in the blooming of this. Make a note of the date.

I can't bury enough treasure in the inner thoughts of this cell
In a brain painted differently to every souls else, it is either transparent
In case you wondered, or second guessed
Fuck this rhyme
screw
The
Rhyme brother. I'm oGuessing

''Tis but a parting wink of my eye
As in I'll see you on the flip of the later all I Gate . her. Acsess granted
With that snapping jaw clamping onto my skinny calf and leg.
 choose  what of  you, I'm being pedantic.
Ok director I get it, I'm running out of lines and words and the musics more important
The sweet nectar of a million petals, that we used in life's presumptions.

Do you want to play chess with a psychologist
Because I'm an amateur. Youre my first client, you're the guinea on an Argentinian barbecue pig
And after a star spangled introduction , a magical misdirection so bravely and so on par
''Tis the end of the poem


Time for a cig.

a piece of me on earth

Cross legged by the burning embers of last evenings camp fire
Eyes awakened to the posse approaching, there's someone going to die
And that someone ain't me, I'm going to extinguish everyone of these god forsaken souls
I'm all alone but there ain't no one else like me on these prairie plains, only one, survives. The one with the  biggest  balls.

So I twitch to the left, and I sniff to the right, engaging, the tongue extends and I taste the desert air
Like a coiled rattlesnake, pensive against the abrasive atmosphere,  that I won't allow the breath of despair
To overwhelm me, fingers twitching on the holster of my ivory handled gun
The killer instinct overcomes me, as they, my prey, approach unaware, of what I have become.

Satan took a hold of me that night, he blew the wind of resilience through my trigger finger
I saw it amongst my mind eye,  the fury of this essence as I fired and shot all those souls that did linger
As ghosts rising above their carcasses as they hit the ground, the last hoorah in their unfortunate existence
They tried to apprehend me because they felt that it was right, and yet I pointed out with every bullet their thoughts were obscured and dense.

I figure I am the anti hero, I killed men with families, that were only trying to provide, poor folk hoping to be rich
And I ain't going to defend my actions, I'm a nasty, dark eyed, tilted hat, son of a bitch.
Then the sun began to rise, and my orientation became apparent. The view became clear through my haze of death and rebirth
I survived another night, and once again, there was a piece of me on earth.