Oh Catastrophic

“Oh Catastrophic”

“Like us !”

Don’t dress how we use to.
Don’t keep our self up like we use to.
Don’t do things like we use to.

This is beyond depression…
Inside spirit a hollow oak tree…
Bound to a ships…
Anchor…

War inside…
No choice but to survive…
They all suggested instead…
That I…
Instead of just listing to I…
“Everybody feels like this sometimes…”
Is what’s been said

Like yoga and breathing technology will be the end all…
Please shut the fuck up!
This can’t be helped…
Sedate me…
With A mega dose…

I’m far beyond your reality…
Irritated response comes off as hatred…
Naw…
I just hate being me…
My mind comes off as vacancy…
It’s just a rundown trap house…

It’s just so full…
Of many things like raging pain in tall viles suffering, sins, stress and struggling…

To comprehend this life…
This fowl bitch ain’t for us…
It’s only designed for them…

You don’t think like me…
Move like me…
Get tired of trying to prove like me…

Stuck in quick sands open belly…
Up to the neck barely breathing…
Stop!
Don’t make a camp fire out of my…
Forest fire….

You ain’t me…

I’m not you…

My face looks like it’s stuck on violent… When it’s stuck on problems…
Ones that can’t be solved in…
A hard back dictionary…
Clinging to nonfictinary…

Why must I fight myself to end…
As a quotation after the exlimation…

Mark…

I struggle like no other…
Like a failed mission or a unfinished… Kitchen…
Black droors without utensils…
I’m tense all over…
In every sense…
Back tured counter clockwise from happiness…

Fuck it…

Exhaustion…

Stop breathing…

A nobody…

Will only be my legacy…

No one notices as human…
Us!

So they can’t miss who or what they never perceive…

Incurable…

“Like us !”

Don’t dress how we use to.
Don’t keep our self up like we use to.
Don’t do things like we use to.

This is beyond depression…
Inside spirit a hollow oak tree…
Bound to a ships…
Anchor…

War inside…
No choice but to survive…
They all suggested instead…
That I…
Instead of just listing to I…
“Everybody feels like this sometimes…”
Is what’s been said

Like yoga and breathing technology will be the end all…
Please shut the fuck up!
This can’t be helped…
Sedate me…
With A mega dose…

Oh No’s

I can honestly say that.
I’m seriously indecisive.

Yet,
when I fully commit to
something or someone.
it can become a crisis.
The hardest critic is myself.
Yes it’s true.

Various mental issues
that plague my view.
Getting Tangled in past unpaid
Dues.

I’m realising that the same
People who try instilling positivity.
Are Condoning these new ways.
To be offended By people. Who don’t understand there offending you.

Fuck! I’m tired!
Fuck you and ya mama!
I can’t stand humans and there
phony mottos to live by but won’t
Die by what there trying to
Live for.

Falsified explanations.. excuses why not to do this Or say that.
Why not to believe in this or that.
The blind lead the blind mah’ fucka!
Don’t you believe in that.

Just because it sounds like it’s true don’t mean that it’s right.
Like being in a relationship and your partner believes. Every
Thing they single friend says is right.

Right?!
Bitch Wrong!
I’m so far beyond your
comprehension that.
I already know the shit y’all be on.
Next time I take advice. It will be
from the earth, not a pilgrim.

What lives matter?
Shut the fuck up!
Those white folk had
Me facing 40yrs plus! for defending
Myself!

Shut up!
Let me finish!
I say this right here!
I “Mr Thomas” solidly, solemnly swear I will never write about
Love and old love affairs.
Till the earth burns on its axis and explodes. from
Global warming ignored.

Atlest I know I wont be the only
Person to burn in a hell. Ain’t no
Self-defense laws for negros.
For the record………
Fuck you all I’m already dead!
Lol!
Fuck the love you know
If it’s true love you never had.

Life….. Or…… Death…..

No Fu Fu

Destruction!

Diversions!

Incursions!

Abstract!

 

 

Other side of the street…

Left your body out your shoes…

Abstract!

 

 

Lazy baby!

Staining!

Armed robbery!

Home invasions for golden weapons!

Abstract!

 

 

Police!

Pigs!

One time!

Five O!

Time out!

The boys!

Fuck a rookie!

We’ll show em!

Abstract!

 

 

Cavities pulled with caps put on them…

Caucasians hate us…

Don’t even no us…

Abstract!

 

 

Speaking in Swahili in prison…

Keeping all eye seeing minds scrambled…

Abstract!

 

 

A smart man playing dumb dumb…

Ice pick entering lungs…

The feeling is very tough…

1999 crimes…

Abstract!

 

 

Abstract!

Times eyes…

Abstract!

They will get nothing I speak…

Abstract!

 

 

A distraction! Distraction! DISTRACTION!

 

 

It’s the lingo of the intelligent. Stacking cabbage on hot blocks. Off hot blocks being broken down.

Halfs…

Quarters…

Eighths…

Sixteenths…

Fiftys…

Twentys…

Dimes and nicks…

Abstract money making!

If broke…

Money taken…

Half a million chicken eggs stashed in the ex lovers grandmothers basement!

Abstract!

Body blows intimidating the witness. Description is the language of abstractish……….

 

 

 

 

FINGER PAINT

FINGER PAINT

I love all the
colors in the
world. A
kaleidoscope
of skin colors
and flesh. Colors
keep the world
spinning dripping
wet paint on a
blank canvas of
a colorless dinner
plates put on
display for
everyone to see.
I love it! I love
the different colors
God made. The
mortal difference…
The depth of
textures… Down
to every freckle,
eye color, hair color
and skin color. All
formed together
to make an
explosion of all
of life’s sweetest
things. Life’s
sweetest thing
to me is diversity.