Circles & Cycles

Puff, Puff, give…
Random circles of
circling thought,
needing the motivation
to get up and move,
get Shit done!
Follow those crazy
aims and goals
which propel you
towards your dreams,
which with
Imagination, reason & will
will fulfill your life
until the next
quest, or mission;

What is failure,
or filled accomplishments?
Find the correct balance
Between time, goals, and willpower
to fulfill what you set out for.
Too fast? Too slow?

God, how you think you’re
more entertaining than you really are.

Get this act together!
Think positive – Live in the now
Yet try to think ahead,
Past, present, future,
playing constant circles in the mind
Memory, assumptions, & psychic intuition,
Filling me with
anger, rage, displeasure
of the state of my life,
based on the past
Sexual Frustration,
filling me with tears
& an angry, jealous
pounding at my skull
Fucking players
Treating women all
like ho’s;
stupid, money grubbing women,
& image conscious bimbos,
drooling for a body
without a mind in sight—
Yet I do it too,
losing will to act
for fear of rejection,
Filling me with resentment
For moments lost,
All because of
impressions & boundaries—
Feeling like my life has been lost,
How do I find me
in the spectrum of desires?

Jealous rages I impose,
Making me feel sorry for myself—
Sore, insecure bastard,
Lost in the deep end,
Drowning in regret & remorse

Fuckin’ misreading sarcasm
& losing a conversation.
Mental trips caused by self pity &
apprehensive states of uneasiness.

Negativity pulling me down.
Positive fuckers, full of themselves,
Pissing me off, with a
self-sure, humorous wit

Why do people think they’re
funnier than they really are?



Conversations out of click
with my mind, going on,
while I suck my mind in,
looking for
security,— all the while
wishing to bust out.

It’s all my fault.
But what is fault?
Why seek to blame?
Digging holes, and hiding
from reality—
Losing any inkling of
a sane or happy existence
What is happy? & how
does depression creep in?

Fucking cycles of loathing
Self, Others — The World
Crises & Terror
Pain & Energy Channeled From
Who knows Where

Is it me—? well,
it must be…