Mutterings

I was floating around in a maelstrom, unwell in my own hell, developing my skeleton, I melted into gelatin. That's what this poem is. My daydream, my madness, my painted satin canvas. Enjoy.

To be human is to find meaning when words are pointless

And to make something out of nothing

To make poison into an ointment, and anoint every day we meet unique in its fleeting heartbeat, with our different deep seeded beliefs, an appointment with the moment

We all live differently, so much that life cannot be gaged, only made, lived, remembered, hated, or loved

But we have the freedom to feel anyway else, creative in our understanding, privilege, and despair

Sculpture of the paltry honour

Emaciated application

I fragmented a remnant remembering my semblance in my own independence

I riddle my riddles in Ritalin, ripples in the rapture, capturing my happy ever after

Syncopated creation, fascinations erasure condemnation excavated cultivating menstruation convulsion conversation reclamation abandoned basement cremated reanimation, sanitation, sovereign nations, heaven’s patient education, ecliptic statement, magnet machine learn to breathe come and see your tragedy, magical means of sanity savagery seen, astronomical abominable means thermometer barber barbeque barbaric, sulfuric, bulimic, semen, penis, reason, scenic, Phoenix, region, paraplegic, marriage of freemen, summon the demons, stuttering treason, butter the blur of an awkward utterance, Solomon Grundy, laugh through the aftermath on Monday

I want to be me, I’ve achieved that, I wish to be the best I can be, I have yet to wait and see, but I will achieve that

I will always be me, Robbie is not caught like a disease

The partisan demands a mandate, I manage bandages, sanitized sanity’s outbreak

Mangled mandibles, I feel like an animal

I asked should I put the water on simmer, watch your eyes glimmer in the river, grimmer as the siblings privileged in abilities, settling civics, begrudgingly waterway pillaging, willingly building the west wings of burger kings, stricken chicken wings brings death, I smell the breading deep fried cyanide stringed on their breath, the sceptre of molecular transactions, feel it like a passion, overweight couch potato game mashing

Face havoc with Slavic sandwiches, Bangladesh, murderous, curves are just perfect, impervious, I’m nervous on the overture watching that curvature, burdensome, oval lungs, undone since young where I’m from, the city runs, serious glum, guns in the slums come to me, you don’t green off humanity

Maverick satanic Everest, pleasures, illegible logistics, pessimistic fixation, live life like creation

Lecherous penniless regiment, figment, legitimate synergist, waverous, plagiarists major in politics diabolically like Stalin be Darth Maul in me, preferring the recurring current of the awesome Socrates, impossibly fossilized philosophy lobotomy, debauchery profitably formidable prophet facet livable authority ignoring me metaphorically history is a mystery hand fisted blistering like chemistry menacing mentally residentially condescending memories just pretending to be glamorous in their majestic maniacal society like poison ivy in the high school library neither here nor there, my feelings are a many-sided projector slide square cherishing charisma, erected penicillin-pneumonia by the billions, here’s the low down, know I know ya

Printing prison for the coalition

Stoning an omens poem

I’m so privileged, I could chisel billionaires, loves an unknown reborn resilience of its own form, limitless in its forgiveness, primitive livid to everlasting passion, brilliance

Every human deserves love, compassion, and respect

I decide my own rhymes

Pragmatic elastic

Freestyle my revival like hot bile from a reptile

Living is a prison

Escape is forgiveness

Earthbound soundlessness

We are all we need, that, and those around us

We’re all good, but it doesn’t show if you’re looking from a blind spot

There is no top to bottomless

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.