My mental illness makes it so I can’t punch the clock
The medical system makes it so I can’t trust the docs
They say if you can’t run then you walk but my hearts running the shots
And My meds ain’t working no more in fact they make it worse than before
It’s beautiful and terrifying to be this perplexed
Down n out. You see my downs our out. What’s next?
The hammer bounced off of my skull
The world rings like a bell around me
I’m still conscious but I can’t breath
My lover holds me; she loves me
She brings me up and out
Slowly but surely the ringing fades
The bell hammer has left me scarred
I cry; shake and my world trembles
Crying for help but I was answered
She reminds me that im still here
And I am safe; is she an angel
Yes she is. My angel who understands
Pain and sorrow
As we persue happiness
In a mad mad world…
Life has led me to many places… Although I don’t mean I wander the globe. These places are spiritual and inside me. One day I’m here n the next I’m gone. I walk through heaven and hell and everywhere in between. How have I found joy in this pain?
To construct ones mind in rhyme
A deadly sublime: mighty pen
Dripping sword in my soul
Into my own depths
Fuck these sobering thoughts
I thought I could walk
Even crawl; I can not
I lay in this yin yang
Blue as the ocean
Hoping n wishing
Finding peace again
Happiness like the water does trickle
Or pour down in storms
Whether adored or ignored I’m sure
Static electricity through me
Familia sweet lemon lime sensimilia
Obviously abstract but I know
You don’t need to
Every homeless person I meet
Here’s my number; I’ll feed you
Anyways I’m going to push on
Whatever you do; that’s on you
I’m on one
But raising our seeds is on two
You are the stars in my sky.
Carrying me like wind beneath my feet.
In a crazy world; you are my peace of mind.
Counting my blessings with you and burried my burdens.
I’m looking forward. Not back.
Follow in eachothers step. You help me to breathe. Fresh air…
of your love is best.
Infinite all eye seeking seeing seekwill the pre emotive prequel n evil cheap thrills. It has a distinct smell it wreaks foul as the weak fell instictually driven to dive into deep hell.