Author: varjakBaby
Clinging, reaching out. Crying wolf when it's reasonable--all the fucking time. No one listens; you may free your ladder from the basement as due to rescue the light on the roof of the night sky. Favorite cheeses, in no particular order: Gouda, muenster, provolone, Havarti, Monterey Jack.
You are
A stranger
Yet
You narrate
My life
I am
Schizoaffective
Depressive
Or
Bipolar?
The diagnosis
Is not
In
My
Power
Nor is
The pain
But
The voice
Is
You get to
See that you are an element here in this
The burning demise of my love
For you
How So?
Now is not the right time
But I will say: You are
A pearl in my cocoa
A jewel in my crooner’s report
A study up my ass
The science of binge drinking
Work Work, Spirit Guide, Work Work
When life gets simple
I come up with not only scientific explanations,
A scientist,
But with formulaic patterns,
Not a mathematician,
To explain why
Why why
It is like this
Why it has become like this
Why it will stay like this
In my estimate
In my prediction
The marker is elsewhere
In spacetime
But now it is here
Immediately
As your eyes follow
So why not your heart?
And look
How much exercise
Passion
And love you really express?
Why would you doubt yourself?
I grieve for you
Who are sad
Who are narrow
At the bridge
Like me
We together shall make it
Trust me
Like I trust you
We are stronger than this
Stranger
Come with me
To the end of time
To defeat whatever mentality plagues us
The “it’s not real” of your world
The one of mine
Only misguide us
The science will do its job
Let it
But as for us
We are spiritual souls
So we should do ours, too
Righteous Teachers
As if all they wanted to say was
We hate you
As if all they wanted to show me was how
Small I am to them
That they did not care for my life’s value
That they saw there was none to speak of
That I was small underfoot
That I should get out of the way or fear
And fear I did
Because what does a human do
When life is threatened
I am weak
I know now
That they were my teachers
They were my saviors
This Test of My Dignity, Constant and Irrepressible
The constant test of my pride that this all is
Sweeps itself beneath the currents as the morning stars and the other cliches in the trunk decay rapidly
Too soon and still to be seen under the rapids, too
I see I am a thief yet again
In some cultures they give me the crown
How do I bow down
The constant challenge to my dignity
That I see here all around
In love without speaking the hidden words
That the youth do not wish me to speak
That we all can dance around and see brightly
That some of you refuse to celebrate
For you are dead in your inner eyes
Without breath
And in a green sort of shade
Save your heart
There will be a scarf to wear in two-step time
I’m still at the lemon and lime stand
I’m still at hand
Grip with me
The knife
That will cut your inner eyes free
So you can see
It is not my dignity
That I am stealing
Think on it
I will
Big Brother Can Not Be Taken Down (pt. 1)
He is not an athlete
But he will beat you
Because he is stronger than you
In your mind
He belongs here
Don’t you know?
I sing no songs later than dawn
Thank you very much for the service
They would not understand, anyway
They would not understand that I mean what I mean to say
And that that still is not enough
For I am not Big Brother
Ask the next one
When It Is Twisted (pt. 1)
But what DOES happen
when
it gets
twisted
and easy
What DOES happen
when it’s there
all over again
twice the chosen way
the youth young in their dreams
the elderly in at the seems.
Who when left the doors open at the gates that strew us inside our mind?
I’m with thee behind.
I’m with thee behind…
Just Like That
This will be
good
just
watch…
i knew
you
i knew
how
it was
all
trash
i knew
all
about it.
didn’t you
know me too.
plain and simple.
