
Soooo, uuhhmmm, we find ourselves here again!
Happens every time I stay away too long.
POETRY, RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT….
He hunted me over deserts and tumble weeds
It moved like a bounty hunter and had leads on me
When I last saw him in Dakota in 1846 he bloodied my nose.
I got away on his horse
Fell to the way side
Posters over dry land.
He searched for me
I moved like a vagabond, running from the ripper
I was a ghost
I thought I had escaped the hunters grip
It scoured taverns, speakeasies and bath houses looking for me
I was clumbsy
Running from the hunter
I was set up
Ambushed by love
Betrayed
It caught me off guard
It hip checked me
We tussled
Dragged me by my hair
Like a fuckin’ cave man
To the tavern
While the towns people watched in horror
Some laughed and held the wanted posters up
Pointing fingers
Again
It bloodied my nose
I chuckled
Then stumbled back
I spit
Spit my death in his face
And I laughed
Wickedly
And it shot me!
And I bled
And I bled out
He took a shot of that dirty whisky
Hand on gun
Tilted his hat
Looked around
And said…
Pay me
The hunter
Perizzites ๐ท lay babies in my brain
Forcing poetic germs ๐ฆ from these mythological veins
I write โ๐พand put my random thoughts in mind carved frames ๐คฏ๐คฏ๐คฏ
And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game ๐คบ๐คบ
My passion has no mercy ๐๐ฟ
It has no senseless shame
Iโm sworn to secrecy ๐คซ๐คซ๐คซ
I have no poetic gain
I savior every image because I donโt want to waste it
๐ฃRunning ๐๐พโโ๏ธ๐๐พโโ๏ธfrom the Antichrist because I know he will hate it ๐ก
Using this poetry to soothe my poetic nerves ๐๐๐
The truth is Iโm lost without these poetic verbs
My garden ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฅฆ๐ฅฌis where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read ๐๐๐๐
It gets hard for me to breathe trying to fulfill this poetic plead
I take refuge in these words this is my authentic bread
My roots ๐ are firmly planted far beyond my poetโs tree!๐ด
๐ฃ๐ฃSo I scribe and plant poetic seeds!
Iโm addicted to these words!
This is my pathetic need! ๐ฒ๐ฒ
And if I donโt write โ๐พโ๐พโ๐พโ๐พ
I fear my brain will not remain
Trynaโ master the art of
๐ฃPoetry!
๐ฃMemory!
๐ฃWrite!
๐ฃRetain!
๐ฃWords!
Weights heavy like burdens
In search to erase a thing
A thing!
A terrible thing
No amount of love can resuscitate me
To a normal thing
This empty land mind has swallowed my ethos
They look at me as somewhat of a weirdo
With blood on my shirt and dirt in my nails
I have the stench of lonely only the dead can smell
No person place or thing
Can resurrect me
Normal
I want to will myself a reset
To erase all the regret
My silence cry rivers and my soul is damned
To something morbid and sadistic
And no song I sing can erase the thing
That screamed at me in a dream to wake
Corners turn curves
To shake awake every unhinged nerve
Scream then disappear
I’ve been hiding from the boogie man
Haunted by memories
I will forever be trapped
In this dream
And no amount of love can resuscitate me
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