To be in _ _ _ _

L
I’m in _ _ _ _
If I say it
It runs away…

O
Jumble jitter
Twitter twitter
Heart race
Mind seize

V
I cant think
Or walk
Or talk
Or speak

E
I’m in _ _ _ _
But if I say it
It flies away…

ended

It ended
Not in flames or fury
In silent agony.

What was to have been
Was
And then ended.

You thought too much
And said less.

You thought you said
You never said.

And so because
What was was
And then ended

On Sleeping

I dreamed that I was awake dreaming I was asleep and when I woke it was exactly three hours and thirteen minutes after I had laid down to rest.

When I awoke this morning I wondered about the room in a zombie state, unsure if I were still asleep or dreaming awake. My dream blurred from sleeping to waking and there I was again, in a dark room. Alone.

my Muse is Bipolar

It comes sometimes, inspiration, in fits and spurts, short starts and abrupt ends. Other times it flows like a raging river and must be dammed or run out of control. My muse is bipolar; and just like that the faucet is turned and the flow of words stop.
Let me catch these last few drops
before they swirl away uncaught
to join the main stream
which is thought.

Shorts II

Nothin’ change huh?
Nothin’ much.
Its all the same huh?
To the touch.

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Sleep it off and give it up
Take it off and give it up
Make it up and make it right
Live your life on saturday nights

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take and take and take and give
what i want is to make amends
~
give and give and give and take
what i need is to validate

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I hate my Honesty, it makes me tell the truth.
I hate my Reality, it keeps me real.

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Its seems that famous quotes are always written and read the same way, with the same inflections and the same timing.

I would, If I could write.

If I could put Truth into poetry, I would. I would make each letter a small revelation and each word a proverb; each sentence would be read by readers around the world and each paragraph would make scholars and philosophers ponder for generations. But, but, the secret would be the punctuations, each  punctuation would signal change; each period or coma, each exclamation point or semicolon. Each mark would be a small revolution an uprising or coup. If I could I would write in such a way as to erase and rewrite the world.