Whooo?

Emotionless bondage, find a better way

Memorize the path, repeat it every day

If obtrusion blocks thee, sock and shoe

Lock and chew; illusion of rock and tea; stock for you

Who, in proportion to lines of distorted time

Dew stains the marks of abortion-ed eyes, so blind

Inclined, balance to belly of the brain

Colored by paint to mask the essence of pain

Kill thy pest, scorching flesh coated with oil

Interest for foil, aluminum skin within the water’s boil

Not a sequence, B and P, confused as gas to knife

Sorry, but you were designated to bring the paper to life

On tree-less spoil, no comprehension

Numb my mind with constant detention. Who?

 

 

Rainy With a Chance of Clouds

This week, folklore between the bars of prison

Social standing, all but accurate precision

All but boastful incision in the term of decision

Back then, the decommission of commitment

Now, the mission to dish in the belts of felt equipment

Write me

Tell me where to find the love

On the blue Earth, there is some

But it does not measure to up above

Or may I be pessimistic and say there is none

From finger

To trigger

To chamber

To slug of gun

From bullet

From barrel

To tower of apparel, undone

Sly quote, slick coat of white towel is sung

And slung

In slum

From tooth of gum

From roof, truth is hung

Your legs, they are burdensome

But use them to run

Majority ruler, mathematical pursuer

Pond of sewer is skewered whilst dollar is fond of fewer reviewers

Never winning in the game of fame, only losing

Weather is tame and humble to those whom fumble when choosing

Fool me once, shame on me

Fool me twice, this cannot be

Death is measured by 3′s

Under the green trees, the disease of concrete streets

My friend

My family

Two of word

My foes

So happy

Account for heard

Listen

~That Dude Eddie~

Please don’t forget to share this.

Peace and love.

 

Spooky Speaking

Maybe thing’s aren’t always hopeless

But it’s the days like this that make it hard to focus

And it’s the stamps like THIS that label me a culprit

Powdered Madness by the pulpit

Sour sadness and blackened rope-lift

Nightmare beneath hair, I live it

Vivid and precise, as nice as ice is

Tomatoes are diced and livid in accord to the price bid

Solid stock stalks the ark which embarks in the dark

Desolate martyr, a monster’s charter is marked

Response remarks on chart

Open ocean, seldom spoken and floating with sharks

Swim and surf and dim is turf

The fields are hurt

They are grim when chances to win are slim

Still the payment is biodiverse

Dues anew, letter and form

Me, misinformed and never reimbursed

Visions of pine tugged at hearse

Nothing is fine, I tell you

As life goes, life can only get worse

Something of mine, felled at purse

And for me, promise is opaque and buried in dirt

At what cost?

What was it all worth?