Mad issues

illusive voices
gently whispering
sweet sweet nothing

as some sweet
and semi sweet wines
wind the brain
like a wind
blowing wild
wild wild wild
crazy thoughts
deepening
thickening

the chill sets in
the brain is on fire
mad issues rising
this issues not letting go
this illusive lust
feeling like love
lust like this ain’t like dust
it is truly illusive
truly capturing
deceptively captivating
i succumb my resistance
and give in to this emotion
in a ditch filled with
soiled emotion
erosed by sexy motions
and lonely thoughts

the beat goes on
the beast sinks in
the mad issues rise
proportional to the heart beat
that is slowly giving away it’s grip
the lonely mind horny as a thorn
giving way to crazy dreams and desires
giving birth to lazy ideasabout to nest mad issues
tick tock, tick tock
the issues are mad.
this poem is mad.

I shall rise

from the ashes that have been blinding my soul
I shall rise
and rinse my soul
in the beautiful valleys of my land
I shall rise above the dust
that clouds my eyes
The mud sticking on my feet
I shall rise…
….I shall rinse my soul

In the belly of the city
I will survive the kingdom of Sodom
from the rumple of morality
that we have been cruising in
I shall set my soul free,
like a morning bird
dazzling in the breeze
of a new day
I shall fly!

My detractors will not destroy my soul
They may distract my attention
But will never destruct my existence
I am feeling my heart rise
Rising tall,
rising away from the bottom of sin
I shall rise above sin
I will see better days.

for I was made for better days.