Waking Up Tired Still

Why do I live, Why do I suffer.

Please wisdom let me choose a reason. Hitch my hopes onto this wild west horse, something to believe in. Kept the door close, didn’t let the breeze in, the dank smell in here ain’t leaving, oozing, nose squeezing. Precondition to lateness.

I’ll never catch the early bird worm. Vultures cry, circling over heights, ready to retrieve it. With dedication to steal like that, how can I beat it. Defeated, never out, clung to the ropes, bounce back into a right hook. Pain no joke. Suddenly the clouds opened up and the sun shine spoke.

Rise, Rise, Grow.
Two left jabs I throw. Right hook break or take off their nose. Last hit an upper cut. May they forever lay woke.

That’s In The Way

Success Free

Laying the Ground work in a moment.

Remember a time you’ve been in a hurry. Waking up, changing clothes. Behind, door closed, Flag down a car, reach the city end. Caught the boat. Next stop coach, bus down the highway. Plugged in phone, charged 100%. Everything continue smoothly. Time go my way. Onward towards destination, we go. Any minute today.

Disappointment

I’m here, doing construction. The way still isn’t paved. Once you reach here. Force break, notice from me and my team. Still going to miss the plane flight. Take a seat seat, is a lot at stake ? The cement mix is doing fine. Coming along it’s way. Been at this for a while. Cement and I need, not stare at each other, we just hear, listen to what the other has too say.

” Mix me some more, Not quite ready to be paved with “

Like a stop sign preventing you from crossing the street. Made by design. Read the situation and weep. You simple ain’t coach busing across this street.

RELAX INTO DEFEAT.

Clever Savagery

Take a full step back and picture yourself. On that picture, imagine me.

Nameless and faceless. As blank as a canvas can be. Use these words as outlines and color them, however you want them to be. Needless to say. This experience is now yours. It will follow you, one day you might need it, for sure ?

If outlines, sudden picture, confine spaces. Braces this, keep turning the pages. For sure, a blank page, all for you at the end. Method to chase this, read into the first pages. When did the moment sparking the situation being. The letters “cur” jumping to conclusions, all I thought of was “curse ” already negative. Feelings towards this book disperse. Things did get a little better when I, actually say the word “curator “. Apologizes owed. Mistake softly spoken or loudly told. Magic between the two, watch and see the difference. Smoke and mirrors targeted towards my fears and pleasures. Red already in hand so many fire hydrants and trucks here. Next page, crowd of people not an Afro insight. No color choice free from a heavy suggestion. Table of content or association questions.

Forget it, no regressing. Steady turn the pages forwards. Learning new lessons. Waiting for the time when I can use the colors I want to use. Express a simple mood. Sad to say when given the book, it’s a loose, loose.Retain this information, no excuse. Structures put in place making it harder to move. Color, outside the lines ? there is no room. The picture one imagines for themselves. Doom. Till Vroom. Stick through it, stay extra aware when you,” just do it”.

keeping track of the methods and designs. Read in between the lines. Soon to be a clearer more vibrant picture. Unmistakable to many, proof got plenty. Little left up to second guessing. Neon red bricks, It’s usually red. Wanting, the knowledge of knowing to be all over the rest of the book prevalent. Rarely used, fear kept up at night focused. Pleasure more often than not, denied. Bumps on the way, followed the plot to this spot. Second to final page of the book.

What did you learn ? What did you see ? After seeing the occupations in this coloring book, what would you like to be ?

Well gee. Someone who follows rules and directions, moves with precision and adds the right colors where they need be. A simple life, with a passive experience. That’s the one please. On the last page, I drew things never seen. Colored them nicely. This experience is mines now, the book nostalgic memories. No longer for me.

Out In The Open

Anything that leaves me hollow, satisfied and complacent.

misguidedly pour my faith in. Tried to replace it. Time, energy, effort, always in use. Never wasted. Resourceful, hard to forget like a fragrance. Placebo pill couldn’t really taste this. Whole lot of positivity enclosing some hate shit. Out in the open, the body belongs to the mercy of the people around you. Use or be used a choose that hangs over everyone since before birth. Use anyone who used me in a desperate attempt to keep my soul. Out in the open I must tread.

Fire On The Bathroom Curtains

How could this happen, The light popped. Sparked the whole thing.

Pitch black shadows rage about. A fire exist. As long as there is fire. There is something to burn. Smoke so heavy it falls down, thick fog of ash stuck to the floor. Mosquito bite bruises on my legs caused me to remember. Nostalgia for days when the bathroom light wasn’t so bright. A yellow hue. One closer to you my sun. Blocked by memories of how it all ended before it began. Only natural, vivid sensations, could almost take a bite out of the texture. Turn psychological problems for my splendor.

Just trying to bite into something a little less bitter. Pain became part of the solution. The ground won’t hurt while I uproot this parsley. They say vegetable are good for you. making up an analogy to explain why. Eating only slightly boiled broccoli, just going to assume if I’m eating and it hurts I’m doing something wrong. Any agitation, look towards, as if it was a location. First key patience, usually eat food easy to chew, had fun with food, humming a tune. With this right here, that’s what’s not to do. Slow chew, serious food. Realized there is no need to really dig in my tooth, Gotta grind the treasure loose.

No excuse, taste bud shocked, spoiled kid, tried to puke. Willing waste time, won’t get rid of the loot. Closed eyes follow through. Remember we are only eating broccoli. Breakfast before dinner, right after, the end of the world. Covered my feet. Rushed to the window. Opened, Fresh air rode in on the wind. Turn the pipes on right after I clogged the drain. Shower curtain embers, falling on the carpet. Paper towels catch the heat like a mosh pit.

Launch water from the sink. Honestly, situation was done in a blink. Always remind by the soot rink around shit. Actually mad. Shouldn’t have brought that light into my house in the first place. Damn shame. Not knowing the future is to blame. Got this blue sterile light on for a couple of seconds a day. Afraid the wiring might misbehave.