Today I want to try something different.
A project. I hope to finish this. Call it a project. Something I thought of.
Here we go.
Finding my pass work around the house, balled up work forms I wrote on and so forth.
Poem 1
The limbic system is all twisted up and tangled in my head.
While awake.
While asleep.
While at work at day’s peak.
I’m feeling lonely without my bed.
With my pillows, I feel comfort above anybody I lay next to at night.
I hear a voice whispering my name as my eyes begin to open to the morning,
I hear my name, soul and body recognized as mine.
My dreams have handed me back to the world and left me.
Wanting for them to remain how they were.
The dreams.
Yet they are calling my name as they are drifting.
Going further and further into the distance.
First LOUD!
Then further away.
Then gone completely.
This was the daily routine.
The pattern to which I live.
Dreams to keep me warm at night.
To comfort me as I fall ill.
I’ve always had them.
They never let me down before.
Poem 2
While my eardrums are buzzing from musical static.
Music is playing soft tunes just for me.
Quickly I sat there watching each worldly idea pop inside my head.
And wheels are rolling on the pavements.
Rubber is burning out screeching.
Across the street from my studio apartment.
And I’m waiting for you to come back for me.
Honestly, I’m not sure you will,
single-minded objectives make the unpredictable dangerous.
Truth is unexplainable in the eyes of the fool.
Only more and more foolishness to spread.
Kings and Jesters are running amuck, like porn sites
And fuck the lust.
For its all for the love of money.
The only thing that gives us hope is satisfaction
Which is why it’s so hard to get.
Truth is suddenly ignored and spoken for by CNN with FOX eyed Fox News
At 5, the media only wants to go public.
The land is only getting more toxic.
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