I am convinced that everyone should write poetry. Poetry is the song of the heart, it is the music of your life.
With Swollen heart and sunken chest, Beleaguered palpatations Prop up this mess. Caustic conditioning causes Apertures of bile Erodes intestines and Aerates the soil, Composting Coffee grounds and Soy paste meatpatties. There are no Monarchs In this garden.
Live without thoughts, that's an interesting notion (the thought says almost simultaneously) arresting me in another galaxy. The karma on that shit arrives instantly, i know cause i watch it taking place; the future is forming all around me. There’s no subtext here; i mean what i say. How's that for a moment of clarity. [...]
Too many times have I been swallowed by the fire from in my belly