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Stale

I connect when I’m supposed to
It keeps failing all of it
I find time to do what I wanted too
It needs time and a lot of it

I think I may be feeling things
It’s wrong most every time
I find myself believing scenes
It fights with my logic rhyme

I like a female at least I think I do
It’s not a thing I see in my future
No long term I may leave in 10 months still have no clue
But she’s a friend to me and I think it’s mutual

She knows people I know but way longer
I’m the least likely on the line up
Also I can’t be involved with a colleague it’s not proper
I can’t take risks with no surety so ill just shut up

Craving

She wore a knife atop her wrist

Broken hearts as me she kissed

Many a moment passed and here we were at last

My heads were by my side so stunned, aghast

 

She had her hands under my chin

Beating hearts as me she killed

No hidden body and my eyes open wide

I’d died with a kiss and a boner i couldn’t hide

 

What love was lost when none was had?

My body lifeless, bloated on the ground

I wish I never went to that stupid place

But He said I might never again get this grace

 

I dreamed what I didn’t know you shared

Every night of my lover running scared

I was scared I would lose you by saying something stupid

The only other who broke more hearts was cupid

A hill to die on

I woke up one bright early day
looking for a hill to die on
I saw a tweet about rocketman Yay
That is a journey worth trying

I picked up my clothes and folded them
Put them all in a bag neatly
I put on my glasses to look at the realm
And was off on the journey swiftly

I happened upon a bridge made wholly of wood
With three trolls standing smack in the middle
Who said they’d let me pass if I answered the riddle
What’s jolly and oaky and sounds like it’s good

The answer was clear it was Hollywood
The trolls departed sprinkling a fag or two on me as I passed
The horrid smell of cigarettes quickly passed
And soon there were sounds in the woods

I could hear roars and cheers and critters and twitters
Walked toward the roars to find a thorny hydra named Dragon
It said I had to find out which head housed liquid delusion
I waved my fingers and pointed at the third of its members

The head approached and came forward out of itself
It was a beautiful shell like they had promised
I left with one assurance not to be alone with its ideas by myself
Also to deflect whenever it asked what I’d promised

I started up the hill as the shell was on a satchel behind me
I could see the hill on the horizon
I could see a new Sun rising
A few more steps I thought and then I’m free

I saw other hills as I passed toward my goal
The shell tried to talk me out of my dreams
I passed The social justice, the white nationalist and blurry extremes
Could now see without my glasses, I was whole

I looked down and saw I was in the valley of the right politics
Where everything I beleived was backed by data
Even my wondering thoughts were sound beyond critiques
And in fact the critics were haters

I got to my hill to see others had cropped on it
It was someone’s attempt to solve a problem but they cared little
Well I was done caring about what people thought of it
So I lay my bed and slept till my eyes were only open a little

Fine

Walking on water was fine
Stepping on the moon was good
But there’s none to stay in line
There’s none to give food

The lofty is easier than the simple man
To project is not to empathise
You can save that man yes you can
But does it look good in the camera’s eyes

Warring factions in my new old land
Perilous stories that never end
My forefathers went through the rapids bend
To put their feet on cooler sand

Their struggle is not mine
Their suffering a foreign language
I read about it in a book online
It was interesting like a Facebook adage

Dance, little one Dance.

I heard of this dark continent in which early humans thrived

I told tales of the cities within which now seem contrived

Of forest floors and elephant grass that could hide your fears

Desert dunes filled with blood and tears

 

My time in the tropics left me all but done with rain

I had seen the world but from the side of a mountain

My head was hard to balance on the pedestal they’d given me

Walking straight on the narrow path was not done easily

 

 

Forests were amazingly flowing and shimmering in night

Resources in-house found would definitely cause no fight

Mines and ‘explorers’ popped up like meerkat Nants ingonyama

Safe to say they left before finding the reserves of cassava

 

Somethings are more apparent  when things are left unspoken

Light drizzles and corrugated iron sheet relationships remain unbroken

Ne’er a wise man was seen doing stupid things

Here was a nice man doing evil things

Inner Heart

They put a microphone to my heart

Let it speak they said

This was a set up from the start

I just found out, they just then heard

 

I like love for love is good

Death is bad and hunting evil

Killing is bad as well even for food

I hate hate on a level primeval

 

Lets protect our children

Lets feed the poor

Lets stop bullying because of freedom

Lets stop the water from eating into our shore

 

They stood and nodded like I was speaking truth

All applauding my bravery to say what they knew

Heart was happy for the pain they helped it sooth

Happiness was shown my heart by the cast and crew

 

I went mad that week in my mother’s basement

With a cursory knowledge of logic and philosophy

I got up and dropped down to the pavement

As nonsense babbling increasing came out of me

 

Is hating hatred still hatred but the hating kind

Is loving enough to live by as complex creatures

Is shaming a bully not viciously egregious and unkind

Is evil our real problem or is it when love turns sour

Here’s My Joy.

Am I anything beyond my feelings
My love my fear my joy
When I win a game online is that real
When I have a non terrible female encounter

Is the fact that its chemically triggered falsifying
Does it change the fact that I think I feel my feelings
My encouragement helping a loved one
Discovering that someone else but me cares about my life

Is it bleak to be hyper aware of death
Or is it just a healthier form of denial
History is fascinating in its repeating patterns
Cities look better if you’re high enough

I’m self conscious because of my weight and hair styling
I’m not happy because I’m doing nothing but loathing myself
I found out that I was not terrible at cricket
I don’t think people hate me cause of my skin colour they might if I was an asshole

Are you a good person if you’ve just never seen bad stuff
Or is good only from overcoming evil
Relativism helped me think but like other things is only useful to a point
I love rock music and especially maroon 5