Rewinding the tape of a mind that reached an end of rationality laughing hysterically.
How can l not find humor in this repetition of traumatizing events unfolding with authentic clarity?
Is this my life?
My birth must have upset whatever gods of this realm.
This perpetual punctuality to pile anguish on a fragile heart takes a special devotion motivated by envy to procure what is inbred in me.
Am l destined for greatness,blinded by this onslaughter obviously undeserved to discourage trails with dark clouds of confusion.

Am l some kind of messiah oblivious to my purpose of suffering to procure salvation for those crowing my head with torns?
Cracked ribs and hurting jaws laughing at this humor in pain;
Ululating and cheering on the outstanding hypocritical performance as the curtains closes and the merriment dwindles paving way for reality to settle in.

My heart is a red table where my mind and soul suffers torture;
Breaking me down in agony to renovate and reinforce my foundation for a better construction.
Glow fading,shine ebbing and drive tasted;
I am a shooting star in collision with a dark night but l cannot be vanquished.
Close to the edge,l dont fall am thrilled to jump to see if l have wings to fly.

Storms and the roar of thunder increase the greasing on my determination.
Flashes of lighting bolts perilously approximate loaded with premonition are merely an illumination for another resolute footing.
I was not brought in this world to fall in its abysmal depth swallowed in the blackhole of anguish and sorrow.
The deeper l fall the more l treasure ascending the mountains of victory.

I came too far to turn because of a bend that leads to a blind end of pain,
What is a pirate if not the thrill of conquering the tidal storms and navigating the vast seas?
Let me bleed out and stain the sands with crimson for my mental catalogue to store another hard victory.
Betrayed often but alone l stand unwavered.
When my glow is faded and my shine shadowed by dark clouds.
I replenish the furnace within before my light sprout again from the sky.

Am amazed at the dedication of deliverance not missing an opportunity to stroke your ego by lowering me down in the ditches.
Tearing chapters from my book of life,looking for a higher spot to hang your noose so my feet cannot graze the ground in hopeful attempts of survival.
Days are getting darker and darker;
An old acquaintance once again to trigger sparks to burn like a forest fire with a trail of ashes.
I am in pieces what more can be broken?
Increase the whip how else can l feel needed?
I keep a green tree in my heart and the singing birds always come.
Every sharp pin l sit on springs me higher towards the sky.
You use my kindness as a ladder to reach your success;
I let you build up so l can watch it all fall.



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