I put a noose in a rope the day I lost hope and strung it up high in a tree, and pardon the expression but then gave my last confession even know there was nobody there but me, I thought about the past and this moment stopped in time, I thought about how what I'm doing could possibly be a crime, and as I looked around I quickly became aware, I forgot a ladder or chair, so I've no way to get up there, fuck it's always something, I guess I could go home and see what I can find, but I know how my brain works and I'll completely change my mind, because at this moment in time I'm honestly sincere, screw it, it can wait one more day and goddamn I need a beer, I lost my keys I fear I must have dropped them outhere somewhere, now it's crystal clear about the reasons why I'm here and the reasons why I'm coming back, don't want to leave but I want a drink and need to grab the shit I lack, a spare rope from my pack, a chair, a ladder or even a few bricks that I could stack, in fact I should dismiss this whole way of thinking, instead of rope I should use a chain with a sixteen foot plus linking, that would be intriguing to bringing joy to an average evening, no disagreeing just disbelieving what your seeing until the next day when there's grieving, no longer breathing no heart beating found hanging from the pavilion ceiling, no hard feelings I was more than willing, my thoughts are now chilling, a bad joke I was killing but now I find it unappealing like this poem that has been less than thrilling complete non fulfilling in imagination stealing, I'm reeling from reading all I have written, it seems my best stuff is at most intermittent, sometimes on target sometimes no hit , I get it I'm a little exquisite but when it comes to the rest of the world who isn't, we're all unique in the way that we look to the way that we speak, if your a creep than I'm a freak but judging a person is only looking skin deep, not looking complete, completely not being discreet when looking at the real individuals you may meet, and respectfully asking who are you to judge when you yourself are just a smudge buried with me in the rest of the sludge, and this insanity we call humanity or mankind which ever your brand should obviously plan on taking one small step to be a kind man, to be a good soul and for a moment in life stop being an asshole, we don't have to like each other to show a little respect for one another, "I kill my brother with malice in my heart", those words then backgrounded with now and where still not that far apart but it's a start, and we have to start somewhere, I just hope the negativity didn't corrupt thee, or all the progress we've obtained to this moment could all just suddenly end abruptly.
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