Motion sickness
memories dies in pools of blood
A hit to my neck
Cant carry my head
High it seems ...but i did not eat nor fart the beans
Then the rain comes in abundance like a cry of crows no wolves....sniffing air.
The old man sits in wonder rocking himself to sleep
As one say .."its defeat."
Awake ...
the others come to chatter
a claim of darkness scene....The Klan
Whispering in sorrows of their own agenda
The same will smack your face into a smile....
or love ...or hate
It may be an assisted project of distractions
Looking out to my inner being of consciousness
I did not kill myself
Or am i already gone to look for death?
Or should i seek life in this imaginable world or time
of "parobeings"
Where everyday is a challenge of existing
sanity....
Today i had a bath
tomorrow i will bathe again
and rub my skin to live....for life is LoVe
My skin seems like a blast of beauty once lived.....on blackened hopes and dreams of speeches told
I know myself....i know how to read but can never spell my name....
Or eat the food of the divine created by men ....like a law to a crime...or a crime committed to misunderstanding ways of the believes feed upon my Souls.
As i lay to sleep i think of God
To put my heart at ease
As my Soul will find its way ....
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Hey Sir LORRIS!!.....this was such a fun read!!..... making me smile, laugh out loud, and scratch my head with perplexity.... All at the same time!!...... with some unique words and spellings all thrown in!! These lines made me smile ~
~ "A hit to my neck
Can't carry my head ~
High it seems.... but I did not eat or fart the beans!"
Yours is the imagination and creativity of the unique........ALL STARS!!....... Love your style dear poet brother!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo. : )
Het Tony...many thanks man