burden-of-thought

I glimpse the tears of my hanging blinds Blatant, naked, barefaced Swallowing the trite world outside The macadam streets & outstretched trees The moldering buildings & grass that's turned green It's feigned by this all today Powerless to take granted Kindred is my soul As if the world got a face lift without me looking Prowless slut Wish I still hated her

& I have lost my virginity The absence of excess entrusted upon me during parturition Virtue strayed? Substantiate just made spectacle through my eyes Placing its charcoal hands to my face & I tread on clouds Blithesome from these tarnishes & the horizon makes off Even as I lay these occurrences to rest on page While the unconscious filter remains Overwhelmed & battered Keeping an eye on the chasm of stout in front of me & the other looking in Watching the symphony I play in my head With the man who claims opulence in a skin he calls his own & he is a butterfly in a lions mane While I aspire to be in mine But the distant vo

Vulgarity is just a form of maladroit Dearth of thought, lavishly inept Divert your mouth that wafts the zephyr into a flurry Benighted you protract as gale & wheneer my acrimonious timbre crops up through the land Exhausting to deterrent your billow of seemingly bawdy discourse feigned by the world close at hand I watch the rain that wanes throughout your skies become limpid with your imprudent fabrications & the widespread ear simply perceives this simple "abstraction" & the disparagement falls on my loam

                Everlasting rudimentary of unnecessary proposals                 With gauche & inelegant bearings A throe inside                 bringing abasement Feelings become solidified                 fear personified                 Intentions awash sere into view                 Another rejection asphyxiates my lungs One final farewell                 images fade Last breath leaves                 love maimed

His mind wonders A new journey is embarked One of self discovery & realization Noises begin to fade One man seemingly all alone Looses himself in thought Rising from the seat he's so closely nestled to Floating through the opaque barrier that has been Separating him from his dreams Birds become strangers that He begins to meet on the streets Clouds, the new land below his feet Stars as street poles along his path The world begins to shrink The man enters a new realm of reality Colors so vivid, he can hardly stand to look Space seeming so unique and purposeful How could anything be of insignificant existence The new reality

His mind wonders A new journey is embarked A sense of self discovery & realization The world begins to shrink Noises droned One man, being, all alone Thoughts come quickly Rising from the seat Floating through the ceiling Joining the birds Then the clouds Then the stars Colors so vivid, he can hardly stand to look Images, figures, never before imagined And standing in front of him A clouded figure Outlined in light Following his own self Revealing his own truths & self being A man becomes more More than any laws or theorys have ever bound him to Folloing along more Embracing his mind & spirit The new being becomes aware

Slave to the noise Noise of the world Telling us What to wear How to talk How to walk Listen to the noise Don't resist Resistance; white noise To be over looked Over heard Chained to society You are what they create Listen to the noise

Masqueraders, hiding true form, who they once were A world apart, banishing them into their own Unspoken, hushed, over looked Hidden behind doors Doors; Prudity, insecurity Sexual conformists Choice or instinct? Man or animal? Open the window, take a look, it takes maturity One most lack Making masqueraders of us all Hiding on the other side of the door Liers, deceptionists Who truely lives? Open the window

I whisper through life Always a Shadow A human discretion Guilty of all But to you I am a lie Self pictures I create Weak protests & breaks Acheing storm of music                           & art Dreaming of misty rain Moons flood my nights dream eye Sitting near a window, discontent Here I watch the moment

Approaching this figure in the night I realize just how fearful I am.  This being placed so high, nestled ontop of the shelf of humanity.  One wrong move and the figure falls to the ground and shatters itself into a puzzle of secrets and lies.  Oh how dreadfully fearful I am.  I begin to think of how I might make my first strike.  Bewildering it with my own sense of society or justifying words with action.  I never take action.  I just become awkward and inept.  Rejection, the beast of my beauty.  How many nights have I feared these demeaning words.  Wisting away in thought of contempt love; prolonged lust.  A shiver through my spine as I app