The faces I'm seeing in clouds
are perfectly art's coincidence
The caricatures appear so real
which means a mist can paint
Poems
Let it go now Marshall Earl, let it go now!
oh let it go bro, live your life ho somehow
I'm so over thinking about my past
yet loops inside me play even now!
pulling backs to my own mistakes,
Everyone has life changing errors!
Not just the scared little boy in me
Mythological isn't logical at all, like a bathroom's Graphiti wall
art doesn't need to make sense, science does, is that too dense?
'Tis all Mythology!
except psychology
accept psychology
for mythologically
I feel all the wonderful emotions described in Human Psychology
made shots behind an eight ball, said 'fuck no' to Mrs. Mythology!
don't know why you plant your own insanity into my lonely head
I'm quite well and thank-you freak, staying firm to what I've said!
Perhaps he taught us not to love ourselves
Then again it could've been something else
Sometimes he thought the whole world of us
Think again he knew how to use his belt
Maybe he taught us not to know ourselves
Then again he knew himself all those years
Sometimes he seemed hard but never absent
Think again he seldom spoke of such fears
Maybe he taught us not to fool ourselves
Then again it might've been something more
Sometimes he looked as though he pitied us
Think again he was our old man of war
Don't go there
Stay away from the dark
Don't wait there
Hate will kill your last spark
Don't go there
Stay away from the guilt
Don't dwell there
Shame makes all flowers wilt
Don't go there
Stay away from the doubt
Don't stop there
Love will sort it all out
Oh no, I've got another resentment!
but that's fine I'll just let it go away
Now feeling, oh gosh, most hateful!
my goodness no more of this today
Oh shit, extra anger gags my gullet!
'pon pattern clearly sad as all truth
I'm stuck, oh fuck, joyless as toxins
ugly shapes of me seeing the proof!
Look at me
C'est la vie
Huff and puff
Someone died
One last hour
Sweet and sour
Burned to ash
No one cried
Not just me
All you see
Full of spite
Fueled by pride
What a shame
No one came
No one cared
Cut and dried
Find a little joy
Find something you like
Find it and keep it
And hold on real tight
Find a little joy
Find someone you love
Finders make keepers
And fit like a glove
Read my last poem
The one changed to Now
Inside those lines
One cavalier chow
Goodbye to all
My time has run out
Leaving behind
One slaphappy shout
