The Rorschach

Warped into the Rorschach
Simple and so serene
Sultry breathes
As the air crevices this skin

Living a day in joy
As I flow within this grace
The Rorschach becomes my sanitaria
Smiling ever so gracefully

Never render me crazy
For I am not who you think
Just equipped with love and affection
And honesty and care

Placing my heart in the Rorschach
As simple, As real as it can be
Flying high above it’s blotting skies
Never having the fear of heights again

Will you be side by side with me?

Yes I have

I have caused murder with my pen
Yet, No one is dead
I have heard voices in my pen
Yet, I am not locked up
I have commited suicide with my pen
Yet, I am still alive
I have been more sane than you
Because I never judge anyone so harshly

How I live

Don't you judge me
On how I live my life
If you want to judge me
Atleast judge me on the way I treat other people
That is all I ask

Lament of a Deathly Living

The dead are laid
In pool of decay
Drowning into hell
A burden of chaos

Ah, No Satan exists
It’s all just fairytales
To hide the true misery
For which Death may never know
So they can suffer even more
In lay still agony

Their soul remains
Frozen and deranged
Minds ever alive
Bloggers, Dead, Stuck
Writing sexual lust

Memories, Just alimonies
The worst that can be remembered
Nowhere to go
But to the abyss
Of nightmares oblivion, West Texas

Oh, How they wish hell existed
So they can move on
At any cost
Even if so happen they burn bacon

Even the worst fairytale
Could be the best for some, Mormons

Lobodomy Unsuccessful

Lyrics/song , Rant, Madness? you make the call


Watch my call
As I hear it from the grave
Make a withdrawal
My own ample wave…
Credence now
Singing from a pedestal
Broken clouds marching in fierce retention…
Rectangular Mouse
Never understood
Never had to name ya…
Winding house
Spirals lost listening to castrations
Mixing doubts
What in a mane I tell ya…
Forward march, What have I done?
Backwards spin, Friendship on denial…
Cluster fucks, Many O halos
Pricks and lust, Watching free cable….
Mothers trust, Fathers unstable
Lost is lunch, Kindly impervious…
Dented egos. Crying for candles…
Fired libidos, Gas arsenic master plans
Done is silence, No longer can be viable
Deadly living, Now vote for a hunch
Crying candles, Roaming through
Where to start, What to do…
Extinctions of lore charismatic metaphors
This is not what to do…
Named this candle
And I am the fire in it’s fuse…
Powerful Angle
The stranger in me loves the abuse…
Growing stronger
Where to run?
Scented stranger
More to love….
How can I end this?
With hourglass sentiments
Gas this grandeur
And light the match of desperation….
Melt this candle
Let all turn to wax
Pour it on my ego
It’s the fetish that wins in the end….
Call it a day, Perhaps a night
End it for good
Lose the fright
No more fire
Nothing burns inside
Growing tired
Just happy to never of been….
Always being alive
Alive, Always never being alive…
Hitting my strides, To only miss in pride
Alive, But deadly, Never being alive…
It’s live, And alive always being alive
Dead I am, Good at being alive…
A lie, Alive, A lie, Alieve
Always, Never but always, Always, Always
BEING ALIVE!!!!!…………………..........................................................

Now that I wrote this. Can I be in your poetry group?. Sorry I was joking.

Oh, How it is so hard to write something so easy.

The Lament

I wear your heart
As a lament
Stuck to my chest
Oh, I cannot bare the sadness