I lose the words
the queens and the lords
in my life
they live with strife
they eat gluttony
they sin in my eyes
and they threaten to mutiny
how can i love
how can i accept
a god above
a god of neglect
i wish i knew
a better way
than to kneel
and pray
and hope for the best
they thrive on unrest
salvation for me
but not another
winged
alone
destined to hover
makeup
mascara
running tears in my eyes
from crying about another
as if he had a chance
so tired
of rummaging through
a stolen palace
im never there
when they are true
im outside asking
why the sky is blue...
i eat time
and its burning me inside
hours pass by
as if could hide
the cancer in my mind
and hatred burns yellow
till i fall asleep
and dream of mellow places
to be when im not at sea
and im not chasing sharks
or the remnants of arks
so it comes back to me
and my lack of imagination
my low station
me
myself
my human
my blood
my heart
the pumping never stops
feeds the art
that spews
my fingers
pollution
inclusion
some people think its worth reading
but we never touch anything worth keeping...
so i lose the words
in the maze of this world
that i created
this mental masturbation
so few people see
so few people get a glimpse
of what i might be
as i write words of pure fantasy
and hope someday
that others might believe
that this madness is not
a particular disease
its a world wide pandemic
with digital legs