Factual fiction
Actual diction
Methodical Restriction
Concentrated addiction
Astroprojected spiritual friction
Collected thoughts in templates of memories
Lost in my mind
Still having internal rivalries
Making a living doing not much
Yet doing such and such
Walking with an emotional crutch
Let’s have lunch
But we must go Dutch!
Hush
Lips pressed against the ears of Satan
Whispering
Help me since he doesn’t
Prepare my ditch for the times that he wasn’t
Peasantry
No longer words of pleasantry
A young solider in the infantry
Simply see
Purple eye lids of darkened memories
Historical hatred emanating
Effective emotional eliciting
Soliciting your time to talk travel
Traveling minds in rebellious mode
Speaking in scientific pictroglyphic code
Hieroglyphs spread about
A frail soul acting and speaking with clout
Days are cloudy
Nights are filled with travesty
My own tragedy is living while dead
The deadly living
Inhalations of crushed organs
While I am told to keep giving
I continue to give all that I have
And now nothing is mine
For all has been betrayed
I am so dismayed
My heart, spirit, mind and soul have been toyed with & played
I have been told to walk away and just pray
But I take a moment to delay
To write this up and say
That although a mere man
Designed to suffer while made of terra cotta clay
I still throw my fists up and fight with the grit of my emptiness
And make sure the world will here anything and everything that I have to say!
SkTzO