09-15-2024, 04:39 AM
Fallacies and Feelings
Juxtapositions between paperwork
for Medicaid in regards to bullet wounds
what's needed from therapy
between blood, healing, and sobriety.
Fallacy feelings,
last thing I want is Jesus.
Christ was a victim of being perfect
all my heroes are dead, flawed.
Invisible, uncounted
a crazy human smelling
spoiled breath. Writers lost
by deaths pretext.
Innocence buried by
abusers; children under
rubble still breathing.
Seeing death through the innocent
darkness through humanity.
Hell, maybe that abusers a pastor?
Those soldiers could of been brainwashed,
months from kids and family?
A guard works, a manic medicates.
Unmedicated I'm a disaster simply or not?
Pills don't change life I'm just still.
Half the folks in the ward said I was Jesus
or some Jehovah's "whatever".
I don't want a monopoly of my grief,
ghost, or grace.
When your Priest was a pedafile
what's the point of absolution.
Resolution is a thesis.
Who can afford a smoke, chronic, or beer
pretending the world isn't burning too.
Cogs venturing unto
a whirlpool of uncertainty.
Tea is better with honey.
Madness within sobriety
is smoother than living a lie.
If I die
I want to remember
all my life.
Fathers and Feelings
Fathers fifth DUI
woke up a bed
that is not his own.
Processing my Grandpa's death.
The police brought him in
saved his life.
When they shot me.
I wonder, am I my fathers penance?
Does God really work that way?
Knowing his life shadowed
mine turning sober right at 27.
Heaven I hope is
where he belongs.
Also here, then after
he followed every law
helping pastors
save money on taxes.
Relax Dad, no one is
touching me anymore.
Money doesn't coterize
unjust scores.
He waited until he was 40
shorty aftering giving after
giving fruit to me his youngest.
Knowing I shake less at him
being a manic victim.
"Dad no more tears,
you've cried enough".
My reaction is being weightless.
Does Dad tremble when prays?
Confused I type.
My poems sound like my prayers
when I did that.
Talking to God like a friend, all
I want is.
When he's dies
I want him to remember
all his life.
Amen.
Juxtapositions between paperwork
for Medicaid in regards to bullet wounds
what's needed from therapy
between blood, healing, and sobriety.
Fallacy feelings,
last thing I want is Jesus.
Christ was a victim of being perfect
all my heroes are dead, flawed.
Invisible, uncounted
a crazy human smelling
spoiled breath. Writers lost
by deaths pretext.
Innocence buried by
abusers; children under
rubble still breathing.
Seeing death through the innocent
darkness through humanity.
Hell, maybe that abusers a pastor?
Those soldiers could of been brainwashed,
months from kids and family?
A guard works, a manic medicates.
Unmedicated I'm a disaster simply or not?
Pills don't change life I'm just still.
Half the folks in the ward said I was Jesus
or some Jehovah's "whatever".
I don't want a monopoly of my grief,
ghost, or grace.
When your Priest was a pedafile
what's the point of absolution.
Resolution is a thesis.
Who can afford a smoke, chronic, or beer
pretending the world isn't burning too.
Cogs venturing unto
a whirlpool of uncertainty.
Tea is better with honey.
Madness within sobriety
is smoother than living a lie.
If I die
I want to remember
all my life.
Fathers and Feelings
Fathers fifth DUI
woke up a bed
that is not his own.
Processing my Grandpa's death.
The police brought him in
saved his life.
When they shot me.
I wonder, am I my fathers penance?
Does God really work that way?
Knowing his life shadowed
mine turning sober right at 27.
Heaven I hope is
where he belongs.
Also here, then after
he followed every law
helping pastors
save money on taxes.
Relax Dad, no one is
touching me anymore.
Money doesn't coterize
unjust scores.
He waited until he was 40
shorty aftering giving after
giving fruit to me his youngest.
Knowing I shake less at him
being a manic victim.
"Dad no more tears,
you've cried enough".
My reaction is being weightless.
Does Dad tremble when prays?
Confused I type.
My poems sound like my prayers
when I did that.
Talking to God like a friend, all
I want is.
When he's dies
I want him to remember
all his life.
Amen.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx