When without a whisper
Or mirror with which to look
I seek an eye to see my own
To hear clearer, missed or mistook
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When without a whisper
Or mirror with which to look
I seek an eye to see my own
To hear clearer, missed or mistook
I wear my skin like stolen parchment,
too brittle for the air’s serrated caress,
each touch a silent bruise I bury
beneath a borrowed smile.
Drink to unmoor the weight,
to dissolve the sharp edges of thought
smoke curling into my lungs like a hymn,
a fleeting baptism against the ache.
The mirror mutters truths I cannot quiet,
its fractured surface a witness
to the shadows stitched into my frame,
a hunger for less,
a longing to disappear beneath the numbers.
You built me a sanctuary of neglect,
a prison of soft words and hollow care,
leaving me to haunt the spaces
where I was supposed to belong.
Now I am a specter craving stillness,
aching to drown in something stronger
than this fractured, relentless life.
I always seem to be asking God why.
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it’s not about wanting to see signs everywhere, but understanding that there are many different types of language. how many times life has talked to me without words
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This post is for fans of MUSIC only
I don’t like what our school systems have been teaching.
I don’t like any of the news that I’ve been reading.
I don’t like any of that shit that y’all have been tweeting,
These are just some of my thoughts and feelings.
I don’t like that shit we call “food” that we’ve been eating,
I’m tired of the evil and the pain that I’ve been seeing,
Single mothers with their babies, there’s no love she’s been receiving,
Yet the lights will get cut off, But she can’t work,
so now she’s stealing.
Health shouldn’t be for marketing,
Medicine should fix and retrieve instead of concealing,
Not damaging and destroying,
Our kidneys and livers, that’s the capitalistic cycling
“Stealing”, Dealing”, “Lying”,
Apparently everything needs labelling,
Apparently everything needs measuring,
Everyone’s just sort of improvising.
Our energy levels are lowering,
Our muscles have barely been working,
Our instincts, we’ve been hindering,
Our eyes are not used to all of this crying.
Life isn’t supposed to be draining.
I wish we could focus on breathing.
Learning while creating and raising,
Our children and crops without any $et worrying.
These ways are unnatural and unnerving.
Don’t pretend that deep down you aren’t screaming.
Now you’ve got kids and here comes the real loathing,
Of having to grow up in cultural conditioning
You can change up your scene if you are Listening,
But not all of their ears are used for Hearing
Stop ignoring the skin that’s been peeling,
And embrace the natural shedding.
You decide when you start existing.
You decide when you start existing.
I heard allegedly there’s a God up there that’s sleeping,
and we’re all apart of His infinitely long and active dreaming,
The deja vu sense, when it feels like we’re glitching
That’s because Mr. God’s mind is up there shifting while creating and inventing
these are just my thoughts and feelings,
right, so I’ve never been one for believing,
anything those actinic priests are preaching,
and I will always feel that galling,
yet habitual energy radiating,
Whenever I’m walking by a huge building,
and I hear people in the church singing
This isn’t real but it is as real as anything.
Just accept it, stop questioning it and start living.
Oh dear, here I go again with the rambling..
My stress is elevating, while my Strength is actively Separating
All the chaos circulating,
From what the Evil has been orchestrating
My soul feels truly disconnected from any physical being
The admins we know have purple teeth and hidden dressing
But we all have them, so why aren’t we all connecting?
They know too well which mended cards they’ve been dealing,
It’s easy for them to ignore any empathetic feelings
Only they know what they face before sleeping
But to our faces they’ve mastered their contrived smiling and weeping
Their waistlines are expanding,
and their pockets are gleaming.
Navy blue, gray and beige scheming,
They know they hear those damn phones ringing.
They know there’s people outside cold and starving.
They know there’s people living in apartments with no plumbing.
They don’t know, oh man, they just do not know, what is really Coming.
Fat asses so distracting,
Sex has almost lost all meaning
These toxic societal teachings,
Has made community so unappealing..
With “artificial” healing,
Laying in bed reflecting while reading,
I tend to find myself removing
All of my “natural” surroundings
They say that is “isolating”,
I say I am recharging
I fly away with my thinking,
Feels like I’ve been preparing
My bones are always aching
My heart is often hurting,
Doesn’t change that I’ll still be playing,
In fact, I am quite a sight while I am winning.
These are just my thoughts and feelings,
I suppose I really felt like writing
My energy might be depressing,
But this feels pretty relaxing.
We are all a human being,
We are naturally forgiving
We are all naturally thinking,
What are we constantly resisting?
and why
During a psychedelic experience I had as a teenager, It came to Mind that I must write, to which I verbally responded with, “All right/I’ll write.”
Alas, I didn’t write. The unconscious resistance I emitted from within my being pulled and pushed this meat vessel toward everything but writing (physically), and that went on for years.
Now, one can say the living that took place during my non-writing may serve as significantly meaningful material with which to write, and I think might have an inclination to agree with that.
Still, the neglect of that skill has brought me to a state of regression in the mind which impedes upon my ability to organize thoughts. So, it excites me to find myself engaging in and gravitating toward journaling [almost] daily.
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