One Diatribe Per Diem

For neither rhyme nor reason, implied or kept secret. Intertwined, yet reaching behind the guise of my own twisted mind, seeking some sign of life’s meaning.

When the ultimate freedom is just living mine, I’m asking why does all my time keep on leaving....

While in between these lines I stay...Out of order & in disarray

At the border of an abnormal maze, on the way to the sort of place one loiters...To escape this burdensome trouble, I stumble & sway, I crumble & break to lumber & pray

So I can see the forest for the trees, while I forage through the leaves...Finding somewhere I can sleep, and let my dreams wake from slumber

I’m beat! I’m a tired ass S.O.B., and I can be a Motherfucker

The most humble lover of resting in peace
Hoping the number #1 thing I discover is something other than me, the erstwhile curmudgeon

Looking out for all that’s worthwhile and not for nothing...Beneath the scowl of my furrowed brow, hides the prominent smiles of my inner child and guardian monsters

I found the lost among a crowd of assumptions
Then paid the cost with the amount of my deductions...Owing tax on my consumption
Still lusting like a greedy old pissed off glutton, too lazy to claim all I want

The “BOOM!”, while I got this short fuse to spark...The other side of my moon that’s too dark
Like the hues of my art, that exude from my heart
Bruised, in beautiful black and blues, shaded and marked
Confused from the start, now I’m ancient

~disDain~