Saved By Selfless Belt

It’s always in the back of my mind

In the stack of vines

Divine

SO kind…

But not of mine

 

It’s an artifice so wise…

SO wise that even the skies divide before you arrive

 

No mystery of whom – or what I speak of

Or reach above

Or teacup…

THAT piece is bugged

 

Forever stuck in a numb-minded ruck

Buffalo Grass, neatly tucked

 

But whose niche is but a glitch?

I..

Lay and twitch…

As I wait for your ways to switch

Not to mention that every stitch is your wish

 

And every dish is washed by blood and moss

Nature’s cross isn’t dried with a cloth

 

But, with a belt instead

I take the books and feed my head

With only a plan, plan, plan to be dead..

Then resurrected by the peoples’ voices

 

The frequencies summon my soul in another body

Therefore, when it gets cloudy…

You must not allow your mind to get rowdy.

 

Silent viper… wear your belt.

 

 

 

 

 

Dream of Cupcakes

Not equal.

It’s an uneven proportion

And iron is in these halls

Irony in the very same hallway…

 

Fore it was where we – I held on

And now it’s where you don’t lose track of my questionnaire

I divide into your sleep during a lighter midnight

 

I’ve taken the cupcakes you’ve baked

I’ve finally come over

It’s fair now

You’re a metal and are losing now…

 

Bushes of Garble

The kisses on the pavement are noted with faint blackness

Because I warn of these speckles as they begin to bare color

A, um, application of lids is summoned under lids, the eyes

They are grotesque monstrosities, these visible marks of concern

The blackness is coming and it will consume existence

However, perception is deception – I await here, without consciousness

I’m pondering in a pond of fiber as the night grows thick

The ash coat is even tickled by luminous reflections

Society will be swallowed by roaches

These roaches are only visible to the lifeless lenses of positioned cameras

Not media

No media

No mind

Not mine

About, mmm, two or four or three or more scores

I’m torn by the hangers, by the anger from a stranger

My life is danger and my brain is unstable

Keep your distance, darkness

 

 

 

I L-L-L…

This is my saddest attempt to try something new

The line before really was written in cursive

I was simply trying to spice up my day; to try something new

But it didn’t really help – it even hurt a little bit

Nothing is new, and my poetry runs dry

It was destiny for me to be insane, I can see it in the sky

No time to rhyme, nor reason to express; zero consent

I wonder how many feel this

Rather, how many care?

You may read, but can you hear?

I go… nowhere

Just like that, my mood flips and turns

And upon my return, muy mind rejects concern

My mistake is, where, where

Who’s there?

You, there

Truth-slayer

Tooth-decayer

Why did you bring me to you lair?

I’ve always given you my all – my robe, even my hair

This is, is so, so unfair

Lost in word

Infrastructure in smile, congruent to tile

Thought is vile, but only for a little while

So smile; so sorry, I’m running out of room on the page

Which means an idea will too, give birth

I guess this is my finale for the night

I L-L-Love you and that’s that to say

Your name, your aim is to burn by the flame

Your game, is to be played until the end of days

I’m out of words

Thank you

 

Ten Minutes

I need about… ten minutes

Ten minutes to complete what I’ve been ill-fated to do

To write my right-est wrongs from soul-less souls beyond

 

nINE is on the screen, but the screen itself is not before me

It’s in places marked by X’s, by tens

By the tenants of treasured mud; dirt which is dried by rain

 

If the clarity of adhesive droplets reveal the boxes,

Then the X’s crafted by time will be disposed of – in ten minutes

Only four minutes to go.

 

 

 

 

My Dearest Florist

My dearest, dearest florist,

You already know that I want nothing less for you than to flourish in your forest.

You are as sweet as those soothing petals which you have laid by my bedside.

Their gentle aromas, they continue to keep me at ease.

I must admit, I was angry before you plucked the limbs from that dreaded flower…

Now…

Now that it is no more…

I can safely drift into your enchanted gardens with the insurance of tranquil sanctity.

No pressure, there is.

Not for you, for these black petals which you have picked just for me, or for me.

My sweet, sweet florist…

My words… they cannot gratify what you’ve done.

What you’ve done for me is something that I couldn’t have even dreamed about.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

 

M% Ten-Percent

This sleek glass, oh how it slices through my flesh with ease

The painted salvation, it calms my mind

It leaves my body at peace

 

I dig canals all around just to designate

A worthless pizza-purpose

Which is baked with hate

 

Red, red hats are red in my head

My head is red.

 

Wind Children

A message to those who cannot read with their hearts

I’m there to wash away the bondage

I can only hear your breath because I was the one who took it away

Not breathless because of my deeds, no

But by my absence of action

I could hear your gentle voice for a while

I chose to ignore, but please, understand my reasonings

What I didn’t do was because of what you did

And what you did was what you didn’t do

We’re both playing a childish game

Hmph, but I win

 

Island of Pieces

As I pick up my heart’s pieces, I drop a few from my clutched hands

They fall to the desolate concrete next to my toes and shatter more

Once they’ve plummeted to their destination, they rip as heated glass and scatter across the floor

I realize that all I touch breaks

In response to this realization, I break a sweat from my left eye

The right then mirrors the left and the result is me being left in a puddle

The salty puddle grows arms and legs

I am isolated, alone, on an island surrounded with sharp debris

I’m now alone with my tears and the broken shards of my heart and mind

 

This isn’t something unusual, however

It is more common than the eyes can see

And sight is something that drops of rain take for granted on a regular basis

The tears blur my vision, so I’m forced to listen

I hear the steady rhythm in my ill–fated chest

I also hear my mind address its conflicted circumstances

 

Mr. Mind begins to argue with Dr. Heart

They refuse to comprehend what each tongue has to communicate

My mind then storms from my body out of absolute anger and confusion

The heart is left to weep as it seeks a resolve now

This doctor is now without a patient, or rather, without anyone at all

No one is there to aid or even save

He, too, is alone

But, since Mr. Mind is trapped on the island, he second-guesses his choice to leave

He realizes that his decision is unwise and reconsiders

 

Mr. Mind then approaches the soon to be hypocritical doctor

The mind apologizes with sincerity, but the heart doesn’t care one bit

Dr. Heart is now the chief of malpractice

The heart grows wicked with hatred and rejects the mind

Mr. Mind is now a victim to the blackness of Dr. Heart

The mind is lost

The heart… is lost

 

Dr. Heart then visits his seeds in the sea to say a final goodbye

Mr. Mind begins looking for a way to leave the island

 

Forehead of the Jaguar

A melody of your leverage is upon the basements

Call the yellow to orange to dead bracelets’ rings

Seize the tendons and movement of bones

That single joint is then forever alone

But these Blood-Vein filled arteries are a part of me

The wolf sits in the moonlit snow

To and fro

Ear to toe

None by side

None to coincide

So come inside

The darkness waits for you

Once you walk out of that door, there will be no looking back

Let the tears stack; may the chains roar

No more, no more

Dare not plead me more

A restless escape is forever to shake the thoughts I bore

Just a few things in storage, I felt the need to write

The endless walk in my future is outlined in chalk

Allow the pair of pears to reunite

It has been such a long time since they’ve met

Did the helicopter soar, OR did it forget?

That there are those chains in which I’m bonded

My mind is lost and I still haven’t fount it

Nor do I care to

Measure what I care to do

The fullest of potential is sequential despair

The worst nightmare stares at me too, to you

It is the sheet on the bed and the numeral of courage

To see, with an R and a T

As a tree but with no sound of sea

Now you will begin to see

That one of two equals three

I’m willing and I’m able

Frozen motion, sit still

Help me break out of this fable

Collect the ash of burned wills

Sit still, silent jaguar

Your forehead is hidden in the brush

May there be peace and love and above all, trust