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Still Soul Thirsty

iT pants

and

iT pants

whats

long-lasting

and

quenches  thirst?

one tries

to make

minor changes

but iT

usually

only makes things

worse,

abundant

when giving others

energy

but iT drains

self

like a drink on its last slurp,

is this that

yang

to the yin

of being gifted

with a curse,

is not

the medic

service intended

to heal

and

to nurse?

to give a slap

across the ass

encourage

to get out there

and work,

your faith

has made you

strong

so go on

 and

show off

your worth,

like gills

that have gone

dry

breathing iT

makes iT

hurt,

missing

a LOVE

that completes

giving an understanding

beyond a simple soft serve,

woe to how hard iT is

when the body is full

and iTs only

your soul

that

 thirsts

Shift

I keep flipping
through dimensions
not yet finding
my correct page,
all are extensions
of what I was
where I’m going
which is way more complex then just a phase,
immune to movement
is but an understatement
the ability to speak out
is just the same,
the thoughts kept in me
is what scares me
my heart is relentless
my soul remains in the same place,
although
lost in the moment
I get caught
when I try to jump off of the stage,
the spot light
of awareness
keeps me bare ass
in shekels inside the cage,
frozen in time
like photographs
of sweet dreams
that never change,
I record and keep it dear
as it happens
and save it
just in case,
I’m never able
to break free
at least my memories
also wont escape,
routine happens
like a habit
its hard to kick
and so easy to partake,
there’s so many alternatives
the things that “can” happen
usually aren’t what “is”
its scary what jumps the plank,
the future is like a bubble
if we touch it the wrong way
its pops and explodes
forever shifting in change,
im so close
to getting “right”
but she my “love”
keeps getting away

Building

when given instructions

it isn’t wise not to skip steps,

sure A to C is quicker

but B might have provided some much-needed strength,

I got my  clean cut and shave

but I’m still not the social butterfly that God had originally made,

still annoyed by those around me

seeing nothing special in what they do or have to say,

I’m not the type to be full of my self

but then again that’s what they all say,

I think things then believe it

word

sound

power

from the imagination of my brain,

so disillusioned by my views and beliefs

I feel clinically insane,

I’m out of breath from my huff an puff

maybe I need a different trade?

which is why I don’t want to say anything at all

since lately I havent had anything nice to say,

one commented that I’m not a talker

that’s incorrect it depends on the conversation and what/where it paves way,

I wont pursue if im not interested

and not building upon my advances is as good as saying “F-U, your too late”,

I don’t like being ignored denied

and asked again what I couldn’t make any more plain,

I stand still in angst even though

I want to yell from hiding such pain,

but I don’t want to attract the attention

of others that don’t feel the same way,

so I continue on

silent waiting patiently to break away,

slowly building a catalogue

so I can bid my 9 to 5 a good day