Sunday, September 21, 2008

Home at last

When my heart has stopped beating and murmuring after all of the seriousness and unblimished ties, unwantings that have run me in the ground and at times shaken my mind n2 so many unspoken arguements as I rest 2 sleep, my unconsciousness is where I will soon find.

Nside of my heart there is a piece of my mind that drives me stir krazy, temptations come and stay here an there leaving me stilled and confused and a breathlessness of being lazy. Sometimes I want 2 be strung off of the highness and numbness of crack cocaine as I nhale the feeling it gives me, my eyes leave of red and become so white and my heart beats faster and faster, I sweat and are naked making me want more and more whenever it longingly extracts me.

Wakes and funerals I have seen and cried about n my days and eyes I see, so much pain, anger I have dealt with overcomes me and it delivers my heart with memories and then leaves me. Solitude, anger an old broken relationships that have left me alone like a resturants chef, just wanting 2 have more foods 2 eat and some1 who has touched me deeply If I can catch myself from falling off of that awaited shelf.

4 my family they love and honor me and when I need them they are there, food and drink I recieve when I am n need with all love and honesty of care! All lasting ties that I have minded and bonded I long 2 always hold and will cherish when my heart will become a time glass, sanity n my heart I have given 2 many others and theirs I need now and finally after all of this drama and mistakes I have made and at rest I am home at last.. Creative Writer, Inc.. 6/11/91