THE ORTOISE IN THE AIR

THE ORTOISE IN THE AIR
Life is anti-simple, un-numb-ness, nothing-ness, with speckled,
scattered, and bedazzled moments of bliss that are either joyful or
aggravating equating to the same as reading this....

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I can't walk upright anymore
I can't talk right anymore
At least that's according to you
Hell you hate everything I do
Unless I am doing it to you
and then when I stop you hate that too
You say all I do is wrong
But cry when you realize I'm finally gone
Alone in a place that hate creates
you wear a face scarred by misery
repeatedly trying to solve the mystery
of why our love is now labeled as history
Miss me?
Kiss me
Running my hands through your hair
Bloodshot eyes
A hard stare
At a face that isn't there
But, always in your mind
I'm everywhere
Wondering what he is doing right now
While he could care less if your in the ground
These are all the things I wish she knew
God how I miss you...
Miss me?
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You read too much into s**t
I hit you with a brick
Suck my dick
I'm sorry
I'm sick
I'm trying to deal with it
Then reality hits
Like flies to s**t
I'm in it
And it is godlessness
Emptiness
An abyss
For the emotionalist
And hopeless
That know this
Is it
And it is
infinite
So inflict
To forget
Pain
For regret
For the joy
Well never get
Never meant
to hurt...
.........

You see me like channels of TV
You never know what could be
Because you really can't see
Only what is wanted to be seen
It's all show and tells
For turtles that may poke their heads outta shells
With snippets and fidgets cropped down to midgets of second less view
from filtered news,
all for stranger's eyes and commented replies
of altered truths that equate to lies
that can't thoroughly be denied
as wave subside of cultures tribes
that shock eyes to gain a prize of approval of your lives
that mean nothing without it?
Oh scream and shout it
so the whole world can hear from rooftops,
mountain top,
at the top of a world out to judge you and...
oh, never mind
I poke my head back inside
turtle.
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Sober
empty the bottle
tilt me and my world falls over-
board by a horde of teardrop rolling like bottle caps
as pawns fall off the map from land which like I
is a jerk off out of hand
shaken till it pops like soda pop
or
seagulls fed alka seltzer on the board walk
squawking till the last breath
and
"oh please, would you talk me to death!"
So I may die a fly on your urinal wall of ideas
that equates to pissing in the wind

from a turbine to nowhere

as if anyone will ever care

I am working on a way to no longer breathe your air

So we can no longer co-exist
as you persist with life lessons for mine
as if yours was so divine
as you hide behind a screen, a mouse,
and an easily obtained IP address.
So I regress back into another bottle
as you race me with money, likes, and fame
as I match you with alienation, mockery, and blame
In an insane game of f**k you!
I am at the finish line already
while you're late and truant
see...
I repeatedly f**k myself to beat you to it!
The ortiose in the air.
by the unknown sith