effemural (poetry)

have I missed it have I missed it
where is my ephemeral madness
creeping in the back of my head
scream screech quiet peace
BOOM
where
why
life uncomfortable
are these eyes dying
when does gravity stop
scared
not scared
there wasis no purpose
isomptotes decay
thought the half life meant something
just a measure of time
in all her arbitrariness
sing song sang sing sung
peace is peaceis peace is
I am here here
But why

be an animal, YEAH
roar scream bite scratch YEAH
come on and let’s be alive YEAH
what has a generation lost in our mind?
we still be the hunter
I promise if I attack you
you will rip out my eyes
if given the chance
you’re an animal
you’re an animal
YEAH

no linkage to the tone
except they are how they come from my finger
do you have a sense of purpose?
something that makes you wake up in the morning?
that would be nice nice
I feel somehow incomplete
little tell tale signs
people who find it hard to use a smart phone app
but can parallel park a car
people who notice smells I don’t
of course anyone with rhythym
and passion
and passion
and passion
those people who leap out of their chairs
because of a ball kicked on a field
those people who say I love you
I love you
I love you
and they mean it
my friends try to make me learn how to hug
I am learning
But I am not learning its purpose
I wonder the day
Where I suddenly lose my nerve
Fall under Gravity To The Floor
the floor floor through down
feel the heat cry sigh
I need to break down
but what if I don’t start up again
life as a linear journey
and the horizon plane
seems closer than it did

Self satisfied smug
Arrogant angry artificial
Stare at the mirror
And have your own face staring back at you
Is this who you are today
How was that boy
Transformed
Love yourself
But remember
You by definition have lost yourself
Memories filed so deeply
Little triggers
Simcity 3000
U211
The world having different borders
For all the terror they kept out
Safe and Safe and Safe
And shouldn’t everyone have a right to Safe
The world not at war
But still at war with the world
Not worried no more about disenchantment
Not worried about meaning / purpose
But still anxiety in my heart
Andxiety in my heart
Stare in the mirror
And see a mind at unpeace

this is where things are supposed to be brought together
a common thread shown to bring meaning out of the chaos
closure allowing us to move on
stutter brain
out of gear
into fear
seer beer leer Lear
sigh
I don’t pray for genius
But I do pray to produce good energy
I wish the best on your soul
And that even if the horizon plane is closer
You are wondrously in awe
Of being aware of seeing it

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