They would like to participate in your event when they’re riding along for free.
They tag along right beside you when the attention is warm, and the vibe feels right. I guess I automatically become a log fire, lit and burning bright during the winter nights.
Until nothing but cold ash moves gently, like a man that just been shot five times in his right leg. Then pain is evident, but the blood eventually starts to curdle.
I know nothing.
I know that I know nothing.
I know you’re tired of thinking it.
They limp beside me in fake association when I call out for help. The dialogue translates into this:
Me: Help me!
Them: I’m here.
Me: The problem is…
Them: I’m here to help but I’ve just got to run home and turn off the oven. I’ll be right back!
11 days later
Them: Hey! Hope you’re well. I was just thinking about you.
Deep in the forests, they shaded life away from my existence.
Out on the open road, they would like to ride shotgun.
Far into the ocean heads are held underwater for a least 11 minutes.
Look up into the sky and watch me glide over my consciousness.
I’ve paused for 29 minutes.
Lingering around, thinking.
Your best life.
Enter into a conversation about drugs? I know you drink whisky alone.
Can we focus on your need for the consumption of illegal grams of.
I do not approve!
May we focus on the cause of your erratic behaviours?
Of course I stepped aside. You are not my responsibility.
Herbal tea and meditation.
Kisses and cuddles.
Home cooked plant based dinner for two.
Weekend breaks with you.
Our universe advises that I should trust you.
You were sent here to teach me patience.
To post something.
I’m posting now and backdating it.
The mighty power of technology.
At my door in December.
I opened up and coughed on em’
The pulses zapping around.
Even the pain was fierce I remained silent.
Your blue eyes are kind and peaceful.
I find peace in your sky-blue eyes.
There’s something about you that intrigues me so.
There’s everything about you, I wish to know.
I will know.
I will know.
I will know.
You’ve done well.
I’m somewhat happy for you. Honest.
The left side of my neck hurts.
You achieved something new to your life. Brilliant.
That’s not my story.
Do not wish the same for my life.
Our universe has chosen. I’m at peace with where I’m going.
I’m sitting in a BMW i8.
It’s black with electric blue around the wheels and the headlights.
The seats are leather and heated, my ass is warm.
I’m sipping a cup of hot-chocolate made with oat milk. Cows milk is for baby cows.
All windows are up, I hate the sounds of those grotty voices nearby.
Does it look like my car needs cleaning?
Only me and I’m stuck.
Is there ever traffic at 0333 hours?
I’m not moving.
Engulfed in thought processes.
Delinquent of 70% responsibilities.
I’m not a passenger.
I’m not a red light.
I’m not another car in a queue.
I’m not even there.
No doubt consideration will be taken into account.
Only, when I’m ‘needed.’
It keeps pulling up over the years and tries its best to drag me down.
If I smile in your presence I’m truly delighted.
The processes have me seduced by the flow. The many flows, within veins I’ve never thought to go.
Exploration of cavities can lead me to race through the darkness in my mind.
Toxins, disguised as love, always catch me by surprise.
I fear the dark side, yet my arms remain open.
I cringe at the nightmares that invade my day-dreams.
I shudder away from all signs of love, as I sense evil within loves true meaning.
It keeps comin’ thru’ like an old flame burning bridges. Like a snake in unicorn skin, only I see the ridges!
The diagram you place before me isn’t accurate, to say the least.
Deep in your eyes, I see jealously and bewilderment. I see love and comfort entangled around an iron blade. I see the lies you are eager to share, delivered alongside the thorny steams of white roses.
I kiss you then close my eyes.
A fan loves the character(s) you create.
A fan will cheer you daily.
A fan will feel the boost in their ego, that your status brings.
A fan will show love but it will never be the love you believe you’re deserving of.
A fan will smile and obey.
A fan will pose and snap that moment, every day.
Where was your fan when you were in the gutter?
Where was your fan when your shit hit the fan?
Where was your fan when…never mind.
Personally, I’m not sold on your celebrity – K. Lamar
May the many creative writers within our universe encounter my existence.
May the many creative writers within our universe break free.
I follow the stars.
I worship my heartbeats.
I’m not your fan.
I’m a bomb in your lifeline.
Rest In Peace