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My Turn

everything

looks different

depending

on how you look at it,

coincidence

coincidently

matches

what it automatic,

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

ahhh (pt 3)

so as if i never left

IT comes back in a breathe,

i can feel IT deep down

inside of my chest,

right where my heart beats

so tender like a breast,

made for a baby

that’s where I feel best..

Good Lord Please

give me strength

& show me mercy,

ive been a knuckle head

who has occasionally

cursed thee,

I have no excuse

other than it’s because my flesh is unworthy,

I pray you over look/forgive

all asshole workings…

I would say dumb stuff

& then dip on out,

not fully understanding

I have the power of life or death coming out of my mouth,

so technically

ive been like a cheating spouse,

sticking it were I could put it

and not even (considering beforehand) caring about..

How the other feels

oh goodness, how I miss you,

here comes the tear storms

im going to need many a tissue,

I do all these things

because I got a heavy crop of issues,

once again not an excuse

just my long drawn out way of saying, I will never diss you..

but even that feels & sounds

so meaningless and obsolete,

I can stand up

leaving the dirt that’s on my knees,

hold out my hands

as if I can reach thee,

moan my hymn

that my soul wants to scream..

ahhh… ahh ah…..

ahhh, ahh, ah

ahhhhh…. …. … .. .