Through the penman’s eyes, I see wisps of black smoke lick the bottom of my soul as I rise,
never too high
lifted to powerless heights above the tower of mortality.
Rings and things less divine left wasted on the tip of my tongue, as I cough out a lung and decline.
Silver threads of self loathing spin masterful swirls and twirls of feigned relaxation and quiet death. Living here in this morally reprehensible space in time is no longer living.
This home, these cells, these walls, these plates and cups crash in waves of black ash and congested chests of drawers.
As its mental foundation crumbles and quakes beneath the wickedness of the very idea of succumbing to an actual vice, the heart, lungs, and true soul of the penman spins on.
Forever weaving and stirring the witches brew. Black ink coursing through leather bound and paper lined veins. I see the penman and know the truth.
To have no vice but words, unspeakable is the crime.
I stand firm in my conviction of my conviction, my punishment is…
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Strike the question from all pages of the mind,
4 the question of want, creates a want knot.
1st question in the book of tales transcends time.
What is it that u want? 2 want knot.
A loaded question gunning down your life force.
A knot in your stomach that dares u 2 want it untied.
A cord wrapped so tightly around your tongue, that u scream your desire 2 loose its grip.
Desire 2 hide
Desire 2 want knot.
“I want 2 b happy”. Happy 2 not want.
But happy is a word tied around the index finger of your right hand, reminding u 2 want the want knot.
If u r happy, u r content with what u got.
Being content means u want nothing;
Happy 2 want not the want knot.
We the human COLLECTive,
COLLECTors of trash, debris, refuse.
Sand, slipping through 2 the bottom of the 8th hour glassy eyes see treasures in gold painted rocks,
rocks our existence 2 eternal damnation and self-loathing,
spawned by things most likely mock.
Eager 2 climb the mountain 2 the topic not slated 2 be aired on this channel.
Networking hard towards a goal that spits 4th no true wealth that knowledge of litter is king,
cause… we all work in sanitation.