Letting go of what was nevermind
Shocked sensesThu, October 13, 2005 - 1:18 AM
sort of like the shadows that are afraid
of coming into the light,
but I still cannot feel my senses.
I am brain dead beyond emotional identification.
I am hurting because my tears
have no way of getting the signal
time to fucking feel.
Hard like cement repenting
sin from soils of sour
smiles. I hang dry in a wet
sea of torment
not knowing the outcome
of my animal planet.
Once a stone of granite turned
into a water sacrafice
through actions of evil
I shall wait until the ring
that tones my def poetry
A system so deep down
can't make me weep in G major.
A happy tune, no way...
not unless my soul brother can
eat tunafish with a magical pur
of his own happiness,
by someone else's amusement and demons.
Only to hit me with
crys of my mothers own inner destruction
and the taste of my depression
exploding into the airwaves
only to hear silence from the mouth
of my creator.
I am sorry mother beyond words,
has been filled with the fake plastic
that has assembled the
of my child
and inner reality.
So sorry for senses so shocked
that sensory overload would be a welcomed change
from the smoke rising circles
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eyes that usually shine bright looked dull and dark.
the inner beauty was flattened like road kill.
pieces still identifiable but only with deep imagination.
standing in a sea of motion
only to watch from the wall
not wanting to involve yourself
with the silliness of pacification
when finally you are feeling
yet the reason is not what you asked for.
blessings to mr. shivers. These spirit friends are eternal.