my own private opus, par Lowercasemmmmmm

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my own private opus

In a world where my soul doesn’t fit at all as it should

And all who see me in some way take me from my life

I feel like the breath from a deceased frame escaping

Just to be sucked back down by anothers snoring face

Freedoms soar like a caged birds sleeping dream

Trapped between two layers of energy pulsing in waves

My own private opus sings a full orchestral tune

Though I’m too far gone to resist the call of the dark tides

(2013)

You can't fit in everywhere

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no time no place

Dark corners, smothering emptiness That turns the key that holds tigh… The pervasive resonance of bleak c… Corridors of patience, halls of wa… Dark crevices, smouldering embers…

the saloon

you strode out of the saloon just before high noon looking around to see if I’d decided against the day I stood there minding my own busin…

solitude for the lonely

solitude, I find you a sound wave a cusp of hope solitude, I live you your antithesis I crave

shattering a frail ego

there’s nothing thrown so worse than to think yourself a fine grad… only to grip at a point in a later… your way off, the ticks were weigh… looking back down the oval centuri…

illumination

As a cloud, floating slow into my peripheral I espy, the glint of moonlight on a slated… as the cold gentle rain obscures i… This cloak of evening sarcasm dons

your house of all

i yearn for the salt that you rub… to feel its burning caress, to feel to be, the delicate trickle of its truth

when the battle cry is over

the sound of this land lays empty a dormant glaze pours through its… this opulent terrains bounty of pl… now shudders numb as birds recede the graveyards full of the living

kith and kin

this family unit this kith and kin I was born into though not allowed in has come to be

rage

recoiled from a verbal picnic acid tongue fatigue sets in gestures replace utterance easier to mouth words unsaid

sunglasses

sometimes I wish I could live beh… ultra violet rays, under dark cove… nullify all eyes that wish to see… glass lens to keep out odd stares… lateral vision, an infusion, monoc…

whose needs do i service

Whose needs do I serve When I’m kneeling in the dirt And my brow is wet with misery Bled from the grind of dawn to dus… Whose needs do I serve

the desire for the plain and sinful

to your cupboard and above this ta… where raw shapes made a satanic bl… two strangers conjoined in a labou… the iron and silk of monotony pret… you hitch your dress for a parade…

peel back your skin

peel back your skin who will you show what will you be and who will you know your cats eyed face

a hopeful death of your resurection

I didn’t want to feel that stabbin… that knee falling drag that suffocating wilt of isolation that wan face obscuring the door h… words of few need not a rehearsal

misunderstood racist

and she said to me I’m dating a black man now, and I bet you really hate that, do… I said, probably not as much as he… am I missing something here?

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