Wired – Poetry W/Audio

Wires Hang me from lines

Feeling my dysfunction

Misused like concubines
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Movement sublimes and gesture persuade this tri-polar mind
While

A thesaurus of recordings memoirs and movies wait cynically for the right time
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They all submit to my personalities
SHHHHHHHH
They’re listening
Systematically
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Waiting for the right time

Always skilled at entering occupied areas

In spite of danger signs
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!PARANOID!
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And church can’t sooth me
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Secret missions scythe my mind and carve 666 in a pattern down my spine

Behind enemy lines

Camouflaged into the walls

Something dragged me aimlessly down haunted halls

Where faces plague me
Past images degrade me

And force me to repeatedly listen to Blue October

Hate me
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My emotions betray me
Then my thoughts berate me
I go adrift and they sedate me
My instinct violate me
And sensations date rape me
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Till I wonder to nowhere

And everywhere

And become wonder woman

Doing 100 on 71 South

Demons position curse word to my mouth
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I live in this hell
This hell!

Critically tryna’ blink myself into a southern bell
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God made me ugly so He could love me

And you can hate me

I despise ever being born

I’m constantly
And consistently

Begging God

To please relieve me of this thorn

Edited 1/7/2014
Edited 4/9/2019
Edited 3/16/2023

Edited 1/7/2014
Edited 4/9/2019
Edited 3/16/2023

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