In my mind, I'm a rich white man cruising around not giving a damn. In my mind, in my mind. In my spirit, I'm an old witch burning fat candles for kins' woes. In my spirit, in my spirit. In my soul, I'm a lost child nothing to look for & nowhere to go. In my soul, in my soul. In my eyes, the black sun burns bright I know I can't fight, I look to you instead. In my eyes, in my eyes.
Author: hotsurf
Like to travel, read, play cello etc.
Little worm.
The worm in me like fragile broken things- ruins that are permanent with death where everything happened & done with. The little worm whispers & squirms. A seed conceived by despair & lust- in bed with red mist of mosquitos spreading decay of doubt & fear, eating away at the core. Happy little worm.
A hug and a wink.
Time doesn't wait, all I can go by is a hug & a wink. Minds don't change. Last night's fragrance whispers a hug & a wink. We say goodbyes. The weather outside gifts a hug & a wink.
Belief.
Believe in fiction, reality is boring. Believe in fiction, reality's outta reach. Believe in friction, peace is over-rated. Believe in fiction, nobody gives a shit.
Control.
Hijack this life of mine- no purpose & no reply. Giving up control for the chance to ride- to the top: a brief sunshine.
Bird.
Hi, hi, hi, this is the view when I die: leafy branches covering the sky. Before I close my eyes, like a bird with imperfect wings going home to rest.
Dominated.
Nothing worse than being dominated, falling victim of some power struggle. It tells you that you are just that and that's final. From then on, no dreams are pure and simple. It's broken will souring in a bottle used as a molotov cocktail by any passing asshole. Break out, break out, you fool! Be an animal, not mineral or vegetable.
Simple.
I studied the stars & the moon to an inch of my life. What I look for is instead in the dark cave of a deep groove. It whispers pain & ruin. But the spell breaks once you realize where you are and are no longer afraid of the simple truth.
Organic.
Worm it is, all the way to the core. Jovial for a ride, highway to greed. The quickening drum of certainty poisoning the seeds, swept over the garden into the abyss.
Time-released.
Have you taken a pill that's hard to swallow. It's bitter & hard, and takes time to dissolve? No sugar can chase it down. No water can speed its way. Then it lodges in your gut and there, it is to stay. Maybe I didn't choose what comes my way; didn't have a clue until it gives away. It's not in a hurry. It knows more than I. Time-released wisdom, must you be such a drag?
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