(Guard No.2)
27.2023.04
They wanted me to face the monster… When they knew I was ill prepared… Not to be shamed– I stepped right… as I squeezed. Bone crushing with bulged eyes
What does it take to just be Do I sit like this, do I look lik… What does it take to just be From the cuts on my wrist to my ba… What does it take to just be
Finding you must have been some ki… Like the Universe had a preplanne… As reality sets in a new praxis un… The arduous path of unlearning wha… Missions for greatness fail with e…
Sick of the box you’ve been locked… Feeling like a puppet A stiff pre-positioned manequin. The world moves around as you look on with your stuck eye…
A second chance– second breath another heartbeat. Movement coming in faster have to get back on my feet. Let it all go. Who I am
Blank pages. Inscribed upon by Sages. Proclimations spread far and wide. Movement gets better. Heart as a feather.
The endless over-under of the spheric maze. Dead-ends, loopty-loos, restarts lead to feeling crazed. Pausing time
Detract, deny, deflect So that I won’t have any regrets Said to be heaven sent Into the forest my mind has went The dichotomy of the situation
When the world gets too loud She soothes me When my heart gets too proud She cools me When my mind gets too cloudy
While they were busy scheming We have all been dreaming of ways to make this work. Phone a friend Close to the end
When I close my eyes I see you. I have felt your every sorrow as if it were my own. I breathe with you, when silence i… Never having to part your lips, yo…
Your life seems so scripted. To you that means gifted. No, no. I get it. You’re not a misfit.
To become a successful writer, the… Take all the classes, learn what y… Read prestigious articles. Study… But I hoped to become a writer, i… I love a great writer as much as t…
Who do you talk to when there’s no… Crying for help but they all stop… Trained minds becoming more painfu… There’s more to this life than the… Wake up now, why can’t they see?
Back in the day we’d have our little cults. Fascist movements feeding to our faults. Now what if we turn