Has anyone ever written anything for you
In all your darkest hours
Did you ever hear me sing?
Well listen to me now
You know I’d rather be alone
Than to be without you
And if that’s all
I ever give…..
In all your darkest sorrows
Did you ever give it back?
I have given that to you
If that’s all I’ll ever do
I want you to remember me~
Shit is its own vocabulary sir
Southern vernacular
Colloquial expression
Layden with
Insipid ideas
Treacherous deciet
Yet evermore
Longing for yet without
From great distance and in our heart something tells me we never part
I’m in you
As you are in me
Like the creole roots embedded in me I am as Southern as Southern can be
We try to part but you refuse to see
That no one could love you better than me
You tasted the sweet the bitter the brine deep inside you know you are mine
It takes your attention from me
This new idea
Person……
Fall pretense
Unoriginal bland
If you only could see
What you had in your hand
Blinded by your own lust and deceit
I’ll stand tall and unique
Out of my mouth doth angels speak
So you will see
They could never hold a candle to me, not even the match to light it with~
Can’t you see?
Puddles form in the corner of eyes
Not like rain but like rivers that streak thy face
Tear salted river flows down thy neck
Does this show weakness?
Remorse?
Pain? Oh the pain…..
Dying with no description or experience
It knows not
How nails screech upon the chalkboard
Taking bits and pieces form thine heart
Anything that hurts slowly allows suffering
Oh the beautiful pitiful suffering
Rooms kept dark light hurts’ thine eyes
Another humans’ contact beyond the doors
Never
Sand paper scraping scars, salt being poured upon them
Far better to isolate
Words just jumble together not making sense
Like a gurgling utterance
Howling screams
Of God or Men
Careful now riding between the fence
Escaping as options
Depression, the depression labeled slow death
Likened unto art
Surgery without being anesthetized
Removing the human that was
Replacing it with an organism
Without enough depth
Leaving room only for the pollution and shit to seep from pores
Ahhh yes…. dig deeper still shall we?
Cutting the same spot over and over again
Thy limb falls to the ground
It will not grow back and cannot be replaced
As puddle and rivers tears streak down thy face
Not for reproduction~
Puddles form in the corner of eyes
Not like rain but like rivers that streak the face
Tear salted river flows down the neck
Does this show weakness?
Remorse?
Pain? Oh the pain…..
Dying with no description or experience
It knows not
How nails screech upon the chalkboard
Taking bits and pieces form the heart
Anything that hurts slowly allows suffering
Oh the beautiful pitiful suffering
Rooms kept dark light hurts’ the eyes
Another humans’ contact beyond the doors
Never
Sand paper scraping scars, salt being poured upon them
Far better to isolate
Words just jumble together not making sense
Like a gurgling utterance
Howling screams
Of God or Men
Careful now riding between the fence
Escaping as options
Depression, the depression labeled slow death
Likened unto art
Surgery without being anesthetized
Removing the human that was
Replacing it with an organism
Without enough depth
Leaving room only for the pollution and shit to seep from pores
Ahhh yes…. dig deeper still shall we?
Cutting the same spot over and over again
That limb falls to the ground
It will not grow back and cannot be replaced
As puddle and rivers tears streak down the face
Not for reproduction~
Puddles form in the corner of eyes
Not like rain but like rivers that streak the face
Tear salted river flows down the neck
Does this show weakness?
Remorse?
Pain? Oh the pain…..
Dying with no description or experience
It knows not
How nails screech upon the chalkboard
Taking bits and pieces form the heart
Anything that hurts slowly allows suffering
Oh the beautiful pitiful suffering
Rooms kept dark light hurts’ the eyes
Another humans’ contact beyond the doors
Never
Sand paper scraping scars, salt being poured upon them
Far better to isolate
Words just jumble together not making sense
Like a gurgling utterance
Howling screams
Of God or Men
Careful now riding between the fence
Escaping as options
Depression, the depression labeled slow death
Likened unto art
Surgery without being anesthetized
Removing the human that was
Replacing it with an organism
Without enough depth
Leaving room only for the pollution and shit to seep from pores
Ahhh yes…. dig deeper still shall we?
Cutting the same spot over and over again
That limb falls to the ground
It will not grow back and cannot be replaced
As puddle and rivers tears streak down the face
Not for reproduction~
Bipolar Tapestry~Poetic Thoughts 