Sadness, that I won’t let anyone get close to me
Sooner or later they betray me
Or disrespect me
Why should I bitch?
I have no idea which me is me
So, we I fuck up,
I still win?
Now how does that make any sense?
Reapect myself before I wreck myself?
Nay!
There should be only one set of hands on the wheel….
….I came upon a man,
crucified.
He was one among thousands.
The first woman I saw
Among them put
the fear of Rome
In my heart,
But standing before
these men now,
I freed Him….
I am an enemy of Rome.
~ Simone the wonderer
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There was a time
I watched the news.
It was always better than any bible, it was Truth.
But was it?
It became political, religious, opinionated.
A lie!
Hatred.
Perhaps it was these things, I was too dumb to know.
I will never find it,
The answers I seek,
I’m nothing more
Than a cat chasing a
beam of Light.
But pursue them I will,
I have nothing better to do.
They said it would
rain today,
But there’s not a cloud in the sky.
People carry umbrellas,
so they don’t get wet.
I lost my umbrella long ago,
And sometimes I got wet.
But then I survived the rains
and haven’t replaced mine.
Life should not always be
comfortable.
What form
of literature this is
I don’t know or
care.
I used to
exclusively play by
these rules
called ‘civility.’
that sits
by it’s cousin
‘gentleman.’
For me,
civility allows
me to respect
and
even cherish
thy enemies,
in speach,
actions
and thought.
But the world
turned away
from these
these rules,
So now I
oppose
the world….
“What the fuc….,”
were the last words
spokened by the Snake.
Firmly closing
jaws,
then
silence.
“Sorry but
this game
We play
is over,
another time
then,”
Rat laid his
friend down.
He now searched
for the bear
and wolf…..
I turn and
turn my wheel,
but the helm
seemed not
to respond.
It wasn’t the helm
at all,
but a
current that
wouldn’t let
go.
A test
of wills
then….
So be it.
I swear,
I didn’t kill them!
I heard how they died.
They were killed by
electronic keyboards,
trumpets.
And I heard them
die terrible deaths
bludgeoned,
Hacked!
I could hear the blood
of those notes
spreading across
a wooden floor.
Please, help!
Help my poor
ears!
There are very few pretty things to write about at rock bottom.
Here, there is little light, and the mushrooms talk to you if you eat them.
Honestly, I don’t want to sink any further than where I am now. I only want to climb back up this well, and see the light of day….
Life Raft In The Abyss 