I keep giving birth to my stigmata...
yes, a stigma...
blistered with infamy and reproach.
Choking...on my nervous verbs...
Said words, curse words and
more words left to be unheard.
Loud silence lost in my head,
never leaving sound to be dead...
because the silence is loud in my head.
Too deep for you to comprehend.
Trying sleeping in it.
Live awake in it.
I babble about the physics
but not the logistics of the direct
connection from the marrow to my mind.
Always out of line when I speak directly from my philia...
Watching words carefully but acting on my actions...
always hurts someones feelings yo.
I can't deny, lie or hide what you see
fear, pain, confusion but nonetheless decipherable.
Tread through my minds transoceanic---
Sink or swim, lead or follow.
Here today but you can be gone tomorrow.
Prideous does not stand at the door,
it steps on your feet and walks all over you.
Never sleeps because your dreams sometimes
are no match for the deceit your pride lurks
steady by your side...
put it down for a moment, it ain't going no where.
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