You can never tell when/if they’re coming
will they reach/snag your sweater
with their mossy claws
and leave your body shaking/rigid in the darkness, and you
*******/choking your own breath.

You might/never see them,
you can(t) always feel their
breath, sticky on your sweating neck/knees
as they stalk with practice/perfection,
keeping you blind/sided.

Perhaps they are circling/behind
but they still he(a)rd your dank mind and
they can taste/fear because you taste it,
acid/tar clinging to the back/tongue
clutching the roof of your mouth
s(l)eeping in(to) your lungs.

Your sense of direction(less)
lost in attempt to hang (on) tattered flesh
to remind your self of time/reality?
to wonder where/when you left you and whether
you’ll ever walk back to your body—

But this, this is yours/your mind/mindless
being surreptitiously shepherded,
invisible to your eyes/your intuition,
which seeks/bares(t) gasps of light.

Hang on to those/sustenance,
gaps in the cloth of your (de)constructed mind
that withers/shreds/hopes again
only to find claws closing closer.
Where’s your reality?

Find it/they’ll get you/they’ll have you
You’ll have you what’s the difference?
When your mind is severed from its guy wires
just as your earthquake saunters from quiver to roar
and it all (col)lapses, you swallow you
into cavernous depths where your calamities/

A** chance to speak,
Beneath broken sheets,
Caught out in moment,
Dying deep inside.
Evaporate tension,
From little or no knowing,
Growing up alone,
Half loved and half resented.
I come to conclusions,
Just before my death,
Keeping me in memory,
Like you always promised,
Missing me in silence,
No more mourning of past,
Of regrets and despairs.
Promise me you’ll use what I learnt,
Question the decisions of others,
Reluctant or not,
Stay away from their paths,
They only lead you to their futures,
Unknowingly you end their second,
Valiant but alone,
Where you spend life in wandering,
Xrayed life,
Your future makes up nothing
Zorbing inside of your own bubble.

As I lay here thinking back to the days;

When everything was simply and alright;                   Wondering
How this all happen.              Some days I do.... really
I* do, want to go back, but I know I can't for
This is where I'm suppose to be;          This is where it is at.
Everyday I wake up, make some

Breakfast, and greet the new day.       Ready to
Live, I put on my pants, shirt, and
A smile to keep me moving through the day.                  Keeping the
Negative thoughts from my mind,   it's hard,    but
Keeping those thoughts away,       most of the time,

Prevents a lot of crap and stuff from happening.
And so here I lay as the last thoughts of the day
Goes rushing through my head;
Everyone will be fine,                     **In. The. End.

From a cold breeze blows
Unforgiving of the little flower
Catching hold strangling the life
Keeping abreeze
Evermore alone
Drifting seamlessly endlessly

Understanding the flower will never be again enrooted
P*ieces slowly fall and the cold breeze blows it all away

P atience
U nderstanding
T olerance
I s
N on - existent


B uffoon
O r
R eally
I ncredibly
S mart


M eets
A ll
C riteria
R equired
O f
N apolean


B lasting
I nto
D emocratic
E ctoplasm
N ow


M adam
E xacts
R evenge
K eeping
E veryone
L our


T he
R esult's
U ntenable
M r
P resident

W hen reading
H istory about the west, you’ll find *****
I sn’t what
S oaks the bones of Western cowboys
K eeping the livers of the dead preserved,
E pitomizing their
Y outhful years as eager frontiersmen

Z en is where I want to be
Y ou may wonder why
X erostomia has dried my tongue
W ithin it words are dry.
V owels are always hard to place
U nless you place them right
T his is what I want to say
S o my words don't bite
R ather this than be a fool
Q uestioning and in this pool
P laying one or more the fool
O r playing not at all
N ot wanting to be very rude
M y zen like being still being crude
L ots more learning I must seek
K eeping thoughts aside
J ust as is will be what I will want to see
I n a serene harmony with the me
H ope that I can be it soon
G low beneath the crescent moon
F all and rise from my own doom
E ach moment better than the last
D etails unimportant last
C hallenging
B ut in the ending of the when
A ll of me will be all Zen.

laugh whole mountains                 ,

you got sinews deep as

rivers in you(they’re sle

eeping down there in y

ou and they fan out toA

narrow hairless delta)an

d that’s where i am

P atience
U nderstanding
T olerance
I s
N on - existent


B uffoon
O r
R eally
I ncredibly
S mart


M eets
A ll
C riteria
R equired
O f
N apolean


B lasting
I nto
D emocratic
E ctoplasm
N ow


M adam
E xacts
R evenge
K eeping
E veryone
L our


T he
R esult's
U ntenable
M r
P resident