Wednesday, February 7, 2024

Welcome Mat

Thanks for joining me!

Sorry my place is a mess.
I wasn't expecting high standards.

I thought you knew me.

I'm a dirty white boy trapped in a preppy black kid's body.

I merge the two, you know?

It smells, but you get used to the smell.

That doesn't mean I tolerate YOUR smell.
You know how to do better.

Show me!

Smile Again

I never smile when I sin.
It's not that I sin out of spite for God.
I don't even think I sin.
I think the dark side has a lot to prove to make me one of them.

But The Light is arrogant.

The arrogance of The Light is projected unto The Darkness.

Conceit is a sin.

And I never smile.

Insecurities, yes.
But I know I'm doing wrong.

Check me when you're God.

Monday, January 15, 2024

Shouldn't Hurt A Bit

 This shouldn't hurt a bit.

Removing this pin.

Removing this pen.

Removing this lid

and whatever is within.

It spills robot blood.

I've stained my brand.

My brain is under fire.



The robot blood is so deeply red, it's purple.

No high can explain the sparks.

The pin on my mind is gone.

The pen on your mind is priceless.



I need a pen to entertain.

I need my brain to enterIn.



One false move of the tweezer...





Nope.

Shouldn't Hurt A Bit.

Saturday, January 13, 2024

Bitter pt. 2

I'm better off without you!

I'm better off without you, loser!

I'm better off without you, you loser!

You loser!

And I'm bitter about it...

Sunday, October 29, 2023

Bitter

Black coffee.

No milk or cream.

No sugar.

Boiling hot.

In a limited time span, I am to drink you.

I try to use you for good.

But you are a fuel for a day gone bad.


Saturday, October 28, 2023

Rest In Peace, Suicide

Welcome to the afterlife!
You almost claimed me!
Is it The Glory of God?
The mercy of Satan?
The misery of both?

I never color in the lines.
I get ink in my palm.
Virtually impossible.

Nothing is to blame for our complications.
This is us, lost, fledgling
to make sense to those we cherish.

You're good.
I'm vulnerable.
You've had a shaky past.
I run from mine, only to share it.

So rest well.
I'm sure you'll be calling when I need my prescription filled.


Sunday, October 8, 2023

Kiss the Sky

Excuse me, Jimmy.

I managed to maintain.

Reasons or excuses, I still pressed forward.

Taking your advice, Evey step of the way.

Excuse me, Jimi.

I smell a wildflower.

I can open my mind (now).

My parents are divided.

One dead, one in an emotional jail.

I am the only one free to

Kiss the Sky.







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