i wrote too much at once: some thoughts stay with you until the end
I let myself bleed yesterday
and now there is nothing left
no drop despite the strain I put
here or there.
I’m emptied out
and my body doesn’t feel the need
there is no compulsion to make anymore
so this is what it feels like
I’ve wondered but now I don’t
dead
And we hit 100. Thank you to all that follow. I appreciate your attention to my words.
Sincerely,
il lobo
i took a turn for the worst: Walking Away From Maddness
you were nothing but a whore of a cunt
pickled in your own foul existence and
there may be those that say i shouldn’t
speak of a lady in such ways, you, you
are anything but a lady - if anything
a serpent or spider or some other
treacherous beast of lore but no
lady are you and i won’t treat you
as anything but you are you fucking
traitor.
(let me take a breath)
I was going to say you are a horrible person,
but your really not, even animals would find
you to be a disgrace among them. I really
don’t know what you are other than the best
thing of all…
…gone.
keats possessed me - she was a little pretty but much too far gone
when i have sat sitting
staring dumbfounded to the stars
with bits of drool doing what drool does
drooling down the side of my face
feeding the dry patches of skin
with an acidic slick
but still i haven’t the slightest clue
why you look so odd at me
does brown eyes, amber (ember?) hair
and i wont be mean - she was pretty
but nothing men would go to war over
- and you look at me?
i who am mesmerized by the dancing
sparkles in the night sky
and have lost my sense of control
from this body that is so entrapping me/us
and you just prance around - i cant imagine there
is much in her head to keep her weighed down -
without a notice of what is surround
-ing you (i lost my train of thought for a moment
and needed to wipe the droop, i just noticed it sorry)
look - you city dwelling forgetful snobbery of humanity
embrace the nature around you - silly young fool
It must be something worth reading if these two approve.
we are each our own world; i didnt invite you in
one thousand times
they told me no
one thousand faces
said i never could
one thousand hands
held me to the ground
but i never said no
i never told myself
what was swarming all around
and i flew
when minds collide; a weight thought heavy by heart
i thought maybe
perhaps
even just a chance
there was a way to capture your heart
but it got lost somewhere, your mind took over
but that was okay, it worked for you
i like to let my mind loose sometimes
running all the numbers
analyzing each part
but my heart is still there, i haven’t
lost it - or given it away - just yet
and that was why it never worked
not the way it should have
i thought though
maybe
if only with a sliver of chance
but i did more than that
i hoped
A traveler’s struggle
Decades of fighting, always for the same
hopeful dreams of a place to call home;
but the stars have not yet shone
Such a place does not lie in all hearts and
there is a bag and a box —
the vagabonds sanctuary is not where land
is stepped upon and given name
Safety brings forth what is so oft fought
upon those who rip newspapers with their
teeth, just to keep their elbows fruitful
And young hearts cry to fickle candlelight
while mongrels lick their swollen paws
Centuries ago there was a warmth
along the naked lands
but now come what may …
the hope for yesterdays haven—————————————————————————
Collaboration between illobo and subtlebones
he came from eden and didn’t want to leave
theres a snake in my chest
slithering about and looking
for a place to rest
but he is so anxious and exhausted
that it is too much work to find that place
so he slithers about and gets stuck
from time to time but only enough
so i can feel it when he bites himself loose
theres a snake in my chest
slithering about and looking
for a place to rest
but he is too tired now
I just spent two hours physically exhausting myself in hopes of mental clarity, it didn’t work. But I’m here so I might as well be productive. Say hello, ask me things, I’m here for you.
