heart rant

We've been through a lot together, my heart and I

Through thick and thin we've toughed it out

my heart guiding me through blizzards

And escorting me down every fork.

Blindly I followed

Filled with the simple logic that my heart knows best.

We share a common fate after all

What's good for it is good for me as well, right?

Well, that's what I thought.

Problem is my heart's a retard.

Born with a defect that no doctor foresaw

my heart doesn't have my best interests in mind.

For twenty four years

I let this appendage advise me

But like Karl Rove

my heart schemed with masochistic intent.

If those years were hours

my heart's got a single day life span.

Into the cage

Six feet underground

Locked in a lead box

With no key to be found

my heart stays.

From this day forth

I no longer follow my deceiving and malicious

heart

As my feet take the reigns

Life seems much simpler.

My feet and I share a common interest

And they've always been so supportive

They're familiar with this earth

And they keep my best interests in mind, right?

You live and you learn.

note to self

you are drunk

you are happy

everything you say is wonderful

everything you do is fun

everything you think is worthy of speech

so much energy

so much happiness

be free

be yourself

let go

let loose

Get Over It

where are the drugs?

I just saw you

like not even 2 hours ago

you'd think I would have gotten my fill

I'd think that at least, but apparently not.

Images, thoughts, feelings

coarse through my veins

en route to my heart

only to be energize and returned.

In my sleep you return again

in the most outrageous circumstances

that can't be a good thing.

I awake and there you are

lying next to me.

No, wait.

Now I'm awake and you're nowhere to be seen -

only felt.

I'm starting to worry

I need to get my mind on something else.

Drugs, drugs

where are the drugs?!

hurricane plamena

I close my eyes.

Suddenly

my stomach churns

my heart jumps

my face ripens

in reaction to

a thought.

Chemicals in my brain

burst forth

the levee broken, my mind is flooded

more, more! I cry.

I lose control

overcome with

feelings.

The thoughts cease

drowned by emotion

and I react.

My eyes snap open

blinded by chemicals I see only

you

your brain showering you in a similar manner.

Like machines we embrace

powered by drugs

two become one

nothing can stop us.

For a moment our souls

connect

briefly tasting the concoction of flavor that comprises our entire

being.

A pause.

Then the gutters fill

the sewers course

with weary chemicals

leaving barren streets behind.

The moment gone

we part

only now more curious

to taste what we missed.

And like noah I pray

for the streets of my mind to be

flooded

once again.

hearing loss

a tree falls in the woods

nobody's around

but one person hears it:

me.

the tree cries out

one final song before it

dies

beeeeeeeeeeeeee.

i'll never hear that tree again

whisper as it always had

its voice

silenced.

forever changed

i move on

the tree is gone

and soon forgotten.

gravity

Gravity pulls my

*

Every direction is

down.

WHAT THE F$*%?!

MAKE UP YOUR F*#$IN MIND!!

two

Your gaze penetrates my

being

splitting it in two:

emotion

reason.

will work for food

Mr. Homeless Man,

I'm sorry I don't have any change on me.  Usually I'd tell you that I already gave it away to that oily dude down the way but not today.  I see you sitting here nearly every day, is this a good spot?  You obviously haven't died from malnutrition so I'm going to assume it's a good spot.  Do you mind if I pull up a milk crate?  You see, the economy is an ever evolving playing field and while you may have been able to rake in enough to feed yourself by working this corner for the past 5 years you're going to have to re-evaluate your business plan.  I smell good.  I own a tooth brush and a perfect set of teeth.  I have friends with washing machines and refrigerators I use.  I can speak perfect English and I took a few debate classes while earning my degree.  I shave every morning and shower every night.  I use 2 ply toilet paper and have never gotten addicted to any habit I can't financially support.  I have a plan for my future and take steps daily to ensure it's completion.  I always smile and never cuss.  I don't ask for free handouts but for work through which I can earn my dinner.  Congress may bail you out but until then I'm sorry.

I'm your competition.

-Thomas

who am I without wings?

Butterflies

In my stomach.

Are broken down by

Acid

And absorbed into my bloodstream

Their flutters traverse all constituents of my body and enter my

Brain.

Making it impossible to think straight

To be myself

Who am I then?

As butterfly wings and red blood cells coarse through my limbs

Initially shocked by the presence of the other

They come to an agreement.

I am nothing without my blood

I am nothing without my wings.

Nothing digests into something

But what.

bart - part 1

I lay on the train in an attempt to correct my 4am bedtime
The vibrations lull me towards a solution
5.25
That's how much I paid to feel the shaking car
Until.

My seat stops vibrating
This happens on occasion
But the voice in charge is partial to quick remedies
Not this time.

The gentleman across from me paid 3.10 for his vibrating chair
The woman behind him paid 4.50
They both like being shook
But their chairs remain motionless.

A mild groan escapes the gentleman's lips
His name is Howard Slater. he works for a bank
His job is monotonous and mundane
The daily vibrations he receives are what get him out of bed.

Fuck
The word falls from Howard like Newton's apple
Being pulled by the force of a stagnant seat
F=ma.

The woman behind Howard Slater takes encouragement from
The apple
She too wants her seat to shake
That's what she paid for.

The woman echoes Howard's sentiment as
A loud but incomprehensible voice booms throughout the train
People are getting angry and the voice doesn't want that
The voice doesn't realize they're angry because they can't understand what it's saying
Almost as angry as they are their seats aren't vibrating.

We've been duped.

programs on tv
program our minds
we are machines