fringe selvedges

Nonsense
She said
While driving a nail
Into my head.

Your deceptions
are clear
Your motives
are fear
To me,
And forever
Your dead.

A stuttering silence
And a staggering delay
Means our entrance was disguised
As an insta glorious
Foray.

A swaggering slink
Down a slippery way
Means our exit has turned
Into an insta infamous
Parade.

Find yourself
Out of mind.
Silence the doubt
Scream it and shout
And consider each moment
A find.

Deliver yourself
from the mysteries of life
by listening to the chosen
reality that’s right.

Deliver your thoughts
from a silence so strong
that the mysteries of why
mean it surely was wrong.

Answering a question
requested by the masses
only insures
political molasses.

Feel thy soul
Don’t wash your mind
Merge the whole
And forsake not
what you find
Unkind.

troubling mumbles
a not so subtle
verbal tariff
where the spoken soul
lies,
in rubble.

I am a walking infection,
a viral attack on
anything I meet.

I am painful,
a wincing sore
that touches your very essence.

I am a foul stink
that erupts from each pore,
of my being.

I come from a world with no name
I have not a feeling and no shame
I am soulless and evil
The picture of feeble
My humaneness, held briefly, was pain.

A sadness reaches
Through my mind
Seeking true severance
The definition of unkind.

A sickness teaches
Simple tricks of mind
Sounding hatred of soul
A me condition, I find.