The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
rose covered fields, hands open over the coffin shut, we dance to grieve the passing of ourselves, a kaleidoscope of unknown feelings cascading upon the last, breathing underwater as the world falls in upon itself, a gage to read insanity, a tell to show all, colours changing like a wave riding the tide, eyes blind …
twisted demise, sutures over wounds healed, we question when the answers are obvious, love the bad news, regret the new, my fist was full of hate, it found comfort in your face, we balance the many lies, trash talk to disguise, buried heads in sand, a card game without faces, the head of the table …
leather trails along my hide, forsaken grimaces, illuminating wisdom, you cough and I relent, give back not take away, I was lonely when you came, I was lonelier when you stayed, a pocket protector without a pocket, somewhere different, something stale, yoga infused cum shots, masturbation is not denied, but pleasure cannot be made…
sickly sweet with a woven hoof, I lay down beneath the candle wreath, pleasantries aside you give to me, wayward glances lost in substance and abuse, caffeinated nightmares, tailored suits, platonic, electronic, manipulation complete, we wanted, we waited, destiny in a handbag, life incomplete…
I silently stood within this suit I call me and cradled the child I was as he disappeared inside, no warning or ignorance, no standing ovation or cheer, the adult that I am forgets or refuses to connect the dots of who I was to who I am, layered hate, flimsily forgetfulness, bathed in the …
the withered husks of a lesson taught showed me synchronicity was the motionless key, we waded through the sunless snow to find the demonic nest that has taken so many a kin, clandestine destiny shrouded in not the blood of our enemies but that of our children, we felt so righteous even when we knew …
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Sequences out of sync, after before I think, a window with no glass, places somewhere nowhere last, wisdom not given or earned, powerful moments, sunsets lost in the darkness of the blind, a feeling of warmth without touch, perplexing questions asked without design, hooded figures standing in a row, my sins forgiven, my hate purpose …
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Fear of that fateful curse, a wrinkle in the fabric of self, there is no escaping destiny, for it has been decided before life began, a sordid story of fate repeating, cascading shadows of what was, but not will be, I am a one armed bandit not paying out, signal my fornication, an ending, a …
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Subtle symphonies worn in the light direct, a great few many times regret, dancing in a motion slower than before, grinding against the watery hands of above, sleeping while awake, your eyes open my mistake, fevered words sucked into a vacuum of unparalleled abandonment, twisting like the knife of life, digging deeper into my flesh, …
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Worn and suffocating, a pillar of human madness, a throne of perpetual silence, wisdom comes and goes, words lose translation, dangerous agendas hidden from myself, a mirror reflection, a photo kept, I asked the question with words unrelated, the kiss upon thy forehead, sedation, kindness, asleep at the wheel while the driver keels over, an …
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