Mama:
"My mother died..." Those words ring hollow to too many...
Just syllables, just shapes that conclude to just another sentence that sates their level of carefree comprehension.
Empty pitty, empty words of plattitude. Empty promises to "be there for you".
Empty Empathy.
My Mother died...!
And nobody understands how monumental these words are, how much weight they hold... They're words of the quivering bold.
Cant you see?
The world has changed, its been deprived and rearranged.
Like two planets colliding, imploding then exploding all within what embodies me.
Like two twin poles of North and North,
a repulsion, a devision, a meticulous incision to rip through me vertically.
And in this canyon left exposed, ignites a fire, but this one rose so shiveringly morbose,
so cold, decomposed, so florescently transposed.
Now stitch both sides together, welcome to another exhibition of shame in exhibiting pain for the uninvited spurious but dog- eared audience.
Try to refrain for the comfort of all till combustion, natures eruption, it burns and rages and smokes you out with a whistling shout.
Now naked to the world, a naked hollow self on the shelf, a shadow walking through a crowd of creatures, who's unrecognizable, innocent, carefree features are of worlds and times flown by.
Remember...? You were once that guy.
Look at me now,
An orphan of the surface,
left to the in between and wave riding, deep sea dwelling surfers.
These black painted omens are my teachers.
I'm changed, alone, reborn and regrown.
Without her...
Theres no home, just a new me on my own.
