SHUT!
UP!

just SHUT UP and let me talk!

you talk too much to yourself
in your head and press too
many buttons

You go out in public

talkless

shoulders shrug
about knowing things

I am not sure who
you are and what
you are wanting

Hi!

I am learning that there
is more to life than
a view persued frontward

complexities stem
sexually measured to be
awkward

when the words don't match
the verbs
what you say is unheard

love
can begin
and end
empowering
witherful
words

aside the
multiplied lies
stuffed side
public blurbs

did this ever
occur

sitting beached

whaled awhile
bonded by the
billowing bonfire

a needy spare
tire
hugs an axel


i am trapped yo
tied down

soooooo
I sit

mocking my words
as ill as it gets

controlled by a demon
i no longer fret

the deeper i go
the loner I get

it

is

what it was

teets and wrinkles

I know Walter Cronkite
never had these issues









***
Special Thanks to
DKW's!
poem: Hermitage
http://mingle2.com/topic/show/235518
for the inspiration
***

WOW(((J)))

Passage

A feeling from
without
so deep within
I'm trying to
breathe
though drowning again
Sharing the
sun
through night's deadly sin
A deep drawn
frown
begotten from a grin
My bottle of
water
now life giving gin
Through yet another bitter
loss
I slink away to win

Ahhhh, I'm lovin' this. Alright, I loved it after my head swung back to where it belongs from snapping back from the beginning.



A side note: Walter Cronkite - Oh Mr. Cronkite, I do owe you an apology. As a child, you were the droning voice of the news for me heralding the end of child shows and the long wait til Petty Coat Junction and My Three Sons. Your voice became so much more to me than I ever truly realized. Rest well old son.