It could have been me

but it’s not

The lessons I learned

I long forgot

We all have a shot at this life

No time to struggle or strife

But time to use the perspective lens

Examine those bothersome trends

Well wishes for distant friends

I take a little from there

And bring it with me here

To where I’m going to be

Life is about choices

Trying on our different voices

Not motivated. Hated the past that creeped up like the Hulk ate it.

Meditated, created this beast and paid it. Lost cause. Hope nauseated and tripped into cruel and jaded.

Open mind surgery. Painless cure. You see, time is dead to me. Scalpel cuts deep sores. Flying through exit doors with slippery floors.

Keep your sight. Fight the night like shadows on rooftops. Plain sight, no flight. Stuck to you, and seen within the sewn patterns. It matters as the glass shatters.

Footprints rinse the blood stained path do the math, revenge’s black wrath. Future is carved out. Whole grain, rot your brain. Green and fried. Throwing tomatoes, keep it in pride. Soaked, tired and tried.

Drowning in this mouth. Gone south for the winter. Cold splinter. Ran through space and hit enter. Tied up again, trapped in a cage with no pen. Beginning or end.

Repetition. Like division for…

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Pure

 

Real, Raw

Human Nature

Or Nurture?

 

I’m going with him

I can’t stop my grin

My smurk

The way my knees jerk

When I think of him

I get all jittery

Like a 30’s jitterbug