The Unwilling Survivior

Help me
I'm in need
of your sympathy...
hold on -
I ache
in my unbearable, innate awkward state -
Feeling sorry for me yet?
No.
Help me
I'm in need
of your sympathy...
oh wait -
I melt
from all the pain life's dealt, that I've just never felt -
Feeling sorry for me now?
No.
Now?
Uhhh...Help me
I'm in need
of your sympathy...
Okay -
I inhale
...you. Hold on, wait a sec, okay...
it will be awhile before I exhale -
Please, feel something for me.

DedicatedToIsisAndOsiris

Under the pyramids
he lies
telling tales of black forests
and white (k)nights
and fair, fair maidens
and the demise of the savage
free from their original sin
free from the cloth and the leaves of humility
with their big butts
and their big penetrating modules
free from black rats and h-i-v-seses
free from monogamy
with out the necessity for poligamy
free to explore
without being exploited by fellow "explorers"
free to more than life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness
and the rest of that capitalist bullshit
without a piece a of paper, a pen, or ink
and surely without any han-cocks
freedom without force
without ghastly faces
without halo-ed figures
without that azure-blue all seeing eye
but freedom with the people for the people--free of being created by a sole or organized, unwelcomed entity.

I am the quiet ocean.

Maybe some other time
I can think before I emote feelings - phrases - fragments of half truths that aren't mine
Maybe some other time
I won't believe every cross-eyed four-eyed visual I perceive
Maybe some other time
I'll feel the wind it my face and not resent it for messing up my imperfectly-juuuust right-hairdo
Maybe some other time...next time
I'll smile when an intense breeze kisses my chunky cheek with its vigor
Maybe some other time
I'll prance off a cliff just because "they did it"
Maybe some other time
I'll realize I should have just jumped
Maybe some other time
Walking away from that cilff will feel a whole lot better
Maybe...in the mean time...between time (if that is physically possible)
I will just be here. Incoherently gazing on that cliff. My cliff.My cliffs.

ABittyLittleDiddy

created somewhere in the beyond-terraineous sectors of my mind
is that one moment
freeing yet infinitely entangled instance
tasting the core of the same fruit
the juices flow
subconsciously we perceive the disparateness
in our misinterpretation of our senses
each others senses
how i taste the sweetness
and thrive it in - like when i'm in you and vice-versa...while you
you come alive through the sour molecules
that seem to burst in your mouth
like my kisses.......................................I'll get back to this one - Someday