Its time to man up and quit actin like a robotâno man goes deprogrammedâin the land of covered sore spots---when comforts hand knocks on my door I keep my door locked-
Keep my feet planted firmly to the floor like angry warlock---and as soon as midnight strikesâthe hands of time---grab my neckâI sit and write like itâs the last night of my life---and I pretend like im fineâthe problem is---Ive lost my high----and life wont fit inside my pipeâ its my pysche I donât think he really likes my kindâ--set fireâignite my insight----on the flipside--howâd it get--- wet---Its sweat a result from the bombthreats from who ever has my conscience in hostage---no im not sickâIm gifted and I will not forfeit----Im pregnant with beautyâand I aint havin no abortionâ-I wont cut the umbilical chord---this things enormousâi'm getting naceousâlifelessâmore or lessâtortoise tucked headâitchin---prociline doll---organs--------A big almighty man scared of a little bitty critters----is in fear of that which possesses the opposite of his weaknessâ
In my hand is a pledge in my hands is my head---in my head is plan---in my plan----is a sketch----why are you always watching me----go a head fill me in---go ahead fill me in---you got my permission---Im not your property---
-my common--cognitive sequence covers tracksâheâs hard to follow-----sort of like anticipations of what occupies tomorrowâI walk my blind seeing eye dogâon all hands and knees---tryin to squeeze the breeze tight like python-excersise the muscles of my mind----until my mind pops out of my eye socketsâIll be fineâwith the sight of a cockeyed Cyclops--â find me-between-the fine line of idolized and Resentful---in denial---pullin my skeleton behind meâwith a smile pulled over my headâcuz its messy-----point my light in any direction-----I fight for an entrance--- a secret-----exit into permanenceâbeating death with a firm gripâIm cracked-- drenched in a waxy coat of resistanceâso hold the maginify glass as close as you can up to my image----and when I drip into the cracksâof the cement---im skinny dippinâin the rushing stream of consciousness---with no life jacket on----pryin back the filter caps----what goes in---will stay in-you can never scrub the residueâ-therefore I brain storm--keep your face warmâc---
--In my hand is a pledge in my hands is my head---in my head is plan---in my plan----is a sketch----why are you always watching me----go a head fill me in---go ahead fill me in---you got my permissionâ
--In my hand is a pledge in my hands is my head---in my head is plan---in my plan----is a sketch----why are you always watching me----go a head fill me in---go ahead fill me in---you got my permissionâ
Im not your property, you got my permission.