Goofy Goat syndrome
Mouthwash gargle soprano interlude
Still damned if I do or don’t by my inner feud.
Can’t Darwiniate like a bird fish off the fly
Nor grow a pair and touch the sky.
Sunshine intervenes rubbing in a static state of mind.
If I started to grow and extend a branch – could it be so bad as to what I find?
Life needs nurture – decay -70 pounds of envy watching Nervosa images online.
Scales de harmonise ‘we are family’ tune
Burning the bridge -wasting so much of this vessels time.
Come out and play and invest in cherished moments
Chronic choleric temperament pillaged as I stand my ground
Fits jump to the left -turn your cap back to front, leave me in the wind.
don’t mind a body making a life out of lying down – this vessel scowls out an impediment.
Red Dwarves s fall shortly from the sky.
Blackhole theories bask in the sun,
Convince counting blue sheep makes sense
Only if I’m constantly on the run.
Never leave currently occupied dwelling
convinced I’ve spun around the globe and back- too quick to reject love.
Trees I planted.
Trees I denied oxygen -another one down from the felling.
Breathe of grit
fluoride is the key to mutate this smile.
A Disposition in denial.
Government extends VAT -we’re all walking a green mile.
Pencil marks that wooden table – with the view to fraternise with my education.
Anxiety levels cut off circulation.
Leaving all my bluds homeless without an occupation.
Look above you for the murmuration.
Gone against my nature – constant dance with eternal damnation.
One theory for all of this
Life straight through to death.
Most of us become motherless.
Sorrowful faces- show me the money.
Natures green lights my path
A scant scent bears purified honey.
Extinction of the masses. Humans never as smart as we think.
Creator reveals a divine plan
Printed the golden ratio
No time to blink.
Floppy child syndrome, fetus rest dormant for 36 weeks.
Blood, tears, love -fallibly
The side effect of an action of the seeker
Fear destroys love.
Hate is Its biggest symptom.
Ever seen a child frown sliding down into his daddies arms?
we could be forgiven for thinking
Life is a phantom.
Feed into reality.
Convinced happiness is closer to any eventuality.
Exacerbate peoples problems sad resolution for those deemed insufferably stupid.
Set the sound wave to my biggest moan: why can’t I be a shade of norm Amish tone?
Constant craving for a collect call
silence breaks out wind to an unsuspecting receiver.
Heartbreaking words to have everything given
then denounce it was ever mine to own.
Posted on 2019-12-15, in POETRY-FREESTYLE/IN YER FACE/EXPERIMENTAL and tagged Emotions, heartache, humanity, POWER POETS, self destruction, self image, THIS IS LIFE, Transformation. Bookmark the permalink. 25 Comments.