Save us, we are drowning

To dissolve into a stranger
Or view yourself from across the room
What inside splits into sections
Filtering of the soul never comes to soon

The Mass of it all.

By mass, triumphant in glory
But in colors, really quite boring
Grey and soaring over others
Traveling together led by mothers
Long hovers the tusks, ivory
Through distance gone, never smiley
Not climbing, to large by mass is he
And in musk, such sexuality is seen
Such it be, esteemed by royalty

True Self explored

Embarrassed of my true self
I'm bound to all I've experienced
As evidence of who I am
Most of which could have been avoided
Through the careful examination
Of my immunities and mentors

Bound by things internal and ex
Am I even as perceived by myself
By feeling of spiritual interconnection
Through signs habitually suppressed
People influencing unaware, defect and autoimmune

And how do I establish personhood
That I have so lacked lifelong
Through ignorance of my insignificant needs
Hormonal suppressant, allergic and unwell

Yet crave with my Being
Through deepened understanding
Feeling sick, fauna and flora

Through happiness achieved
Embarrassed of my true self.

Glimpse

One dark eye...
Fierce as night-
Mares drifting on,
On-e On-e.
Staring through you sir.
That dark eye
If it can cry

The Mechanistic

If left to design my own reality
With my underdeveloped sense of truth
It's a lie told to myself that in fact
Deconstructs all of previously learned

The path through to happiness
To give up my devices!
Digest my burdens and excrete them
Slow down and enjoy myself in life.

Do you think that I am strong enough?
Or is it more about consistency?
Do you think that I am strong enough?
Or is it more openmindedness?

This life makes you look like a monster
Captivating you totally and blinding to all
Disgusting swine, your worse than over
Pick yourself up and get the fuck out

Bloodied Rose

Smell those sweet roses.
They look as if bloodies,
damaged and abused.
How sweet the roses.
They tell me not to touch,
to save me from themself.
Those roses are so sweet.
And to love a rose is,
To forgive its misdeeds.
To love me is the same

But to love you, is opposite
You won no thorns of words
Nor possess the fragility of heart
How right it is to love you
My dear little lamb
You stand with me til we die
And right all the wrong
Contained in my past
With the kisses you offer
As soft as a rose.

A Short Play of Thought

Act 1: Optimism

Love in growth is beauty
A beauty that maintains itself
A beauty that is seen by all
It's a living dream for men
These dreams make humanity

Act 2: Pessimism

Love in stasis is detriment
A cause for alarm and thought
Clear to all outside of itself
Its a living nightmare of men
Which dilute the true humanity

Thomas the Blue

Contained by an unstoppable force of reason
Elder of the ages at your fingertips
You become entangled within yourself
Your mind an intellectual battleground
Duality may develop and stew within you
One angel to put a final push
By the age of 30 your death was signed
Not through the two previous to I
But because it was sacred to your God
Born to you to force you to change
Your angel there the whole time
And now who thought you sacred
Has discovered your mortality
In my nature I deny the killing of thee
But know that I know and that i know