pycho phantic heathen


Write to recover is what I always say.

I’ve discovered,

Is  few of my words  leave me whirling with  – I’m proud to park,  pay and display.

Deals are made,

devils I summon.

People are abused, Charity leaps to a new order of Coven.

I write this way, with careless affray

to not lose a sense that words are tangible,

if  I work my fingers to imprint my genetic copyright

Confirming my DNA.

Some might say,

I try too hard

To write for better days .

Left to my own devices. I would live in clouds wrapped up in  grey hues-

a cemetery for all the left over  fillings

Thrown away, because of corrosive mouth decay.

In yer face!

Borderline – on the rocks.

I write to prove I’m far removed from serving  more time, in a straight jacket in New  Jack City.

Gangsters running around with silver bullet signed glocks.

I’v’e spent my better days basking in  previous glory .

Like butter it melts away the fear  of sleeping dormant .

One wrong box and I’d have been mistaken for a Tory.

Liberal with my words, eager to serve and love all my friends with creative pulses .

Tic tacs, I guzzle-colours textured in obscure.

I fight these escapism ,  inauthentic, paradise bomber  impulses;

To get high with — to lose track of time.

To think

I need a  potion of artificial wired, chemistry alternatives.

Usually these act as a placebo.

Serve to knock off my crown of  free willed determinism.

Courage lives in a mane,

a city  near Massachusetts

Puritans might discover I’m Freud in a ghostly slip.

I’ll be hung ,

Hands lie limp by my side.

Bled feathers  will tickle  the crowd-

Show I  bluffed my way into the inner circle of creatives who have a grasp of the

same

sane

 mundane

chain.

Heads up!

Forever chasing  the dragon of stream  of consciousness .

My thoughts fail me,

I’m beginning to think,

I’ve become presumptuous.

The kindness in others  words — to allay my anxieties,

Overwhelms me .

I tie my own tubes.

Disgraced.

I refuse to give birth to a dancer  with stubs for toes, phalanges pimped out to strike a  quivering echo-like ,   Margot  Fontaine pose.

Inner fear corroborate with the sinner without a legitimate C.V.

Write nonsense-

The Lakers swan to the crowd

I’m a nutter.

I’d   crack a prince just to see a picture  of  a colourful scene.

Abstract,

Mindful – in  the lines.

It’s not important.

Just a visual spray of shamanic chakras to impregnate the rainbow-I foresee.

Leprechaun leave my latin beats to breathe.

Mouth the words of soft brie , camembert and  wild boar.

Grant me a baguette —    riddle away, and I’ll gather my thoughts to satisfy thee.

Goddess Luna grants a cycle to merge with my  rites in fertility.

Thoughts exiled to Siberia-paid to be alone.

My government  saves me.

My soul

I will put down-

Though I know I won’t gamble it all away.

I win back my losses

Trust me, I know there is always another day.

Write, write , write.

Each word is a  middle finger at the writers academia  establishment .

I don’t want to be even  almost famous.

I don’t need a book with my name on it.

I blog merely to pour my inner most thoughts out — free up my world.

It’s about as poetic as I can get.

How about I insert the word fragrant?

I’m not academic.

My passion is not systemic .

Always in a position to sky dive.

Risks thought about

After I land in the hornets hive.

Stings heal .

It reminds me I feel.

I live by my words ‘cos I’m irksome and caustic within.

I was born walking into  webs of contradiction

and, now,

All I beg is for  is a hint  of credit

For expressing myself in this audacious fashion.

I’m not here to chat ’bout literary success.-

I’m already thinking about my post party dressed as myself-

the bodacious writer ,

Who is in fact a sycophantic heathen.

*INSPIRED BY A COMPLETE MELT DOWN IN MY ABILITY TO WRITE AND FINISH MY MASTERS*

 

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24 thoughts on “pycho phantic heathen

  1. Daisy! Hi! Long time…well, its been a long while. I am back!

    You have mastered like always a striking stream of consciousness poetry.
    Your words keep me at my feet and your way of expressing yourself always brings me inspiration and influence. Thank you for you always being you. 🙂 I miss ya and miss reading your work. 🙂

    If you want to know or curious to wonder what happen in my absence of silence. Stop by my page and read about it. Plus, I’m returning full time to blogging again in 4 days. 🙂 Something new is coming. 🙂

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    • Thank you, Charlie. Yeah, missed you too but I always know when you make your come back- it is worth the wait. Mysterious! Oooh, will keep my eye out. I thought I would be able to return to blogging full time, but life has a funny way of calling me to do other things. It’s all good though. I spend as much of my time as I can, reading blogs and writing. ❤

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    • Oh, I’m glad you can make sense of my words. I always worry that I don’t make myself understood. Thank you for such encouraging words. It does help to offload my fears and feelings. Thank you again 🤗

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      • Yes, I understand completely! …Wait…that is a good thing right? 😉 haha.
        Being able to write out things even when it’s just a jumble of thoughts and fragmented feelings is great. It’s kind my favorite thing to do, just to see what it’ll be like or how silly I might actually be internally haha.

        Very well done! I enjoyed it. 🙂

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      • Silly is DUH BEST! 🙂 😀 I love being silly. It’s the best way to start the day.
        Wake up, look at myself tired in the mirror, smile, maybe wink at me, try and make myself blush then check myself out up and down and say, “Yeah…I’d hit that…” haha.

        Can’t take life too seriously because we might not get out alive. 😉

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      • Hey, it works. haha. If I don’t check myself out and figure out the best way for me to work it, how can I know how to entice the ladies?? 😉 haha. In my cute blue booty shorts and all…hahaha, just kidding, they’re maroon.

        And, well obviously, you’re gonna let me know how it goes right? 🙂 😀

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