When you place your mind in compromise
you can't explain sleeping with a Soul
You only understand something
that doesn't make you eternally Whole
Grasping at thoughts that go unknown
Something quite quizzical since you have no home
Reaching for straws that have tiny holes
can't suck in the sustenance when you're alone
Afraid of feeling something though you're still honed
In on something trivial though you're still not bones
Flesh only gets so far when you are not cloned
To remember things of the body are just gone
Reach into the depths of something you've yet to own
Like walking along the riverbank grabbing useless stones
How does one understand the touch that's your zone?
Feeling deepness inside of yourself that you ignore
Writing poems that have no meaning
Considering you never were able to let go
of things that you have done to yourself
and everyone around you just keeps 'keeping you going'
Who wants to run from a touch so sweet
Eating things that don't fulfill, still you are so weak
Listening to trials of those around you, you've stolen
Using the truths of others just to get some attention, ho's
They can't write from their own herstory they're all alone
So you grapple at lies just to keep your truths unknown
Ignoring that there's always something out there to be shown
The lies will surface and you will have no place to call home
Written in the Book of Lies you've taken on your crones
Living like your perfect, only to be seen as the wrongs
When no one else will listen you will beg me someday
To come back into my fold, to be denied once again
How does one tell lies, and still they sleep at night
Not understanding that we knew what was to be known
Ignored as children think they can keep on keeping on
How I wonder, do you sleep at all?
Not sure of the truths, as you have non of your own, shawl?
It's not a mystery, children lie to get what they want.
So All I had to do was sit back, and allow them
To face the ugliest of the haunt.
Crippling you now as you seek forgiveness
There's plenty around that have already bared witness.
You're Soul is gone... no place to go.
I'll keep it there, still etched in stone...
3.28.2019
Pixie Ghost Writer
All of my Poems are by 'no thought'
Written by fingertips
So the liars will soon get Caught.
OMNISHIVA!