It was a wet tingly sensation
above my ankles while my hysteria
beared down on my chest
at the end, my superficial cool
and skin level fly curtly
packed away and left
when my demons showed;
my toes swished around
in years of undisclosed hurt
preparing themselves eagerly
to hunt me down and
lay my bones under dirt
inconspicuously in despair
I waived my socks barely above
the window guard in distress
impassively I wait for
either the end or for a savior
from this perpetual mess
Lost in Gaze
and irregular how
my time still stands, still
be numbed in my little
boy ways, marveling
at myself aged in will
fantastically, I’ll hide away
all what’s left
of my adolescent air
flaunting my tousled
superficial and gone
too far in a stare
Reluctantly I pushed away
somehow blending in, flattened
along with old drops of rain
left with nothing but my
inner voice, deep floating
along in my clouded brain
I chose, repossesing my heart
over from ulterior motives
to my claim to fame
a musty funk, from slow dragging
my heavy heart across someone
else’s cold and rippled terrain
once again, I’m prey
perspiring my forever
want to be loved
floating along without a kiss
or a hug, on to the next
to be pushed and shoved
Their wings sputtered
off as I meditated on
my own plans to be
living my life each day
better, on the run
waiting on a right time to flee
envisioning myself in flight
and hard detached, like hell
tapped me on my back
praying He’d blast me off
fast, so that the tail of my shirt
flapped like flames on attack
Peace; enough for when
I´m forced to look back
it will have all been diminished
spending eternity in warmth,
basking in His light from
a flight well finished
From dusk till dawn
I spread my wings
after I neatly
laid my skin
resiliently showing
off my skeleton
putting on air
from deeply within
preparing my guts
to rot, and distinguishably
waiting for the time
to be extinct
living out my dreams,
availing myself to
what I know to be,
immortal instinct
I’m underground;
under town with
my head in my lap
slumped over laid,
incognito
undisturbed in my nap
I don’t mind
that my mind is fried, unstirred
and plopped over hard
fearful of none, while my
appearance stares you
down and boldly stands guard
hiding my high
with my brim
down low
riding around
in my darkness
with nowhere to go
Somewhere looking for life
there’s a pair of shoes and
hands walking on all fours
frantically despaired
in whimp, he began as a Docent
brazenly knocking on doors
lead by bread crumbled
tears, lost on
a barefoot trail
It’s just some body
looking for a body
and the last time, he failed
kicking around his cans of sorrow
with short arms, still distant
from what used to be out of reach
abandoned hearts and
abandoned ways, a castaway
mute on speech
muted solitary confinement
with a blast-
phemous sin, he cried out loud
above the concrete
a Soul Rose again,
way above the clouds
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