BLESSED ARE THE DAGGERING MOTIONS FROM THE SEA
FOR WOE WAS THEE, NO LONGER ME – FOR NOW WE HAVE THE KEY
it’s ok not to be ok
especially when so much shift is in disarray
yet i pray to be alright
as in today or
preferably right now
even as i don’t know how
trying to better my days
or butter my crescent ways
inspire of lingering amputation
sunken broken like an inward contemplation
possessed wired stringed and fomented
under the guise of the tormented
whatever,
the feeling still leaves me stuck
looking to find up in a side way turned over cake
if i was cooking, i wouldn’t need to bake
instead i make
burnt pastries with crumbling crisps
functioning as a mass communicator with outdated discs!
without a sight to see what’s really wrong
or a voice to sing in harmonic song
having the very least, while with the beast inside still demands a feast!
consuming everything at the dinner table
so that the unbelievable can be told as a fable
when wishing to dethrone the idea of home, my expectations sprint like the legends of rome.
emblematic of an extravagant moonlight affair, my apparel crafted a made to measure flair.
Have you ever offered yourself as a living sacrifice on a strangers plate?
Could they carve with knives upon your tender flesh, getting down to the meat for which they can hardly wait?
Will you dress yourself to be consumed by their lips of desire? Or will you tailor your own dress – a meaningful satisfaction that only you can inquire?
Persuading them then, to feast on the luxury: as your mirror realizes from high to low – is it all just for show?
Do you really know?
How well are you composed of a tenderness so unparalleled – even your youthful pride takes envy of…
So, let them gaze in adulation – as your shadow beckons the attention of a nation.
Let them stare with an interest to understand – just how your value is tall and grand.
Your personality is a feast to behold with knives and forks as rich as gold.
“ROI=RegurgitationOfInformation”
ROI (s’):
The Meat Feast – 09/12/16
Seeking.. (Like A Lake) – 04/12/2022
My Own Envelope Party – 1/23/2023
Ok, Not Ok – 01/28/2024
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 
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