11.2022.10
While they were busy scheming We have all been dreaming of ways to make this work. Phone a friend Close to the end
If I wrote what’s on my mind They may think of me a mess. Words swirling sending signs. Got to get this off my chest. Is it the hurt of my entire life -
A feeling just below the surface. Shown the waves churning and pulli… Boxed in – phone a friend – or hop… Covered existence bleeding bleak. The drains flow one way and all st…
There’s always something pining away. Tugs at my energy adding more weight. Revolving door
Staving off the pain. How many more hits can I take. Damned if I don’t walk away. Moments demanding my stay. These spheres and the games that t…
Be who I am, but it’s more like t… At the finish line, or barely appr… and I don’t know how much longer… I’m sick of these walls. I’ve always maintained and kept it…
One touch to activate all sense. Strike a chord and thank the lord Steady youself as the body fully t… Brace yourself to face yourself No more jumping through hoops or c…
Shall I write something articulat… Could it be profound? Read aloud the ring in my voice Carrying just the right needed sou… What happened to my fears
Egg shells, on edge, on the ledge So many trains barreling through m… As the clock ticks on Mine, is out of time. Remedies flood my brain
Seeing their pain The story’s the same I hurt you. You hurt me. What is to gain Besides closer to insane
Where is it you think that I’ve g… The deep end or some place beyond. Seeming a bit more withdrawn listening to different songs.
Blessed with Divine insight. Only catch, I gotta keep my mind… Take in the messages day and night… All in step getting me closer to t… Never wanted mad love.
Days of thoughts, ideas and issues that were so crucial at the time now seem to slip the mind.
If you had time What would you do Without the quickening of the worl… Without the hastiness of your shoe… Would you read thousands of books
My poems tell a story But I post them out of order. All this la di da in my brain– nee… With words– it’s become a hoarder. Or do I have a disorder?