Cartoon and Cereal
#Philosophistication
Toothbrush and teaspoons;
simplicity is a weird ruin!
Decorate my skull with pottery
and flowery; mind now a pulpit,
I've tried pulling most from
the deep pit, I'm sipping on
old wells searching for ancient
bliss, old and drunk on history,
drunk on a search of a story
while I gag on ink, I've failed
to think, in love and on the brink
of comical insanity, it's a bracketed
eternity, emotions are lit up,
meaning my darkness is lunging
within shadows, I'm knitting
rainbows with a queen, I'm
healing mindsets with delightness,
the Northern lights encompass
my heart's shell, the notoriety
of my entirety has become
mere mockery of my past's messages.
Had darkness become my sage?
Who worshipped who? The page
or the Man, the pen or the word,
served from the fall, called back
to the upward North, in mirrors
I can see my faults, cultic thoughts,
the shadow grows to terrorize it's kin,
bent spleen and the conjuring
manifests; Sister Abigail served
me some tea, for the word I bleed,
for the page I whistled out fears,
with an open door I let them all in,
melting forms of Narcissus, they left
a house fire inside, the identity killed.
Mockery; hocus pocus; poke my
still body...
Toothbrush and teaspoons;
simplicity is a weird ruin!
Decorate my skull with pottery
and flowery; mind now a pulpit,
I've tried pulling most from
the deep pit, I'm sipping on
old wells searching for ancient
bliss, old and drunk on history,
drunk on a search of a story
while I gag on ink, I've failed
to think, in love and on the brink
of comical insanity, it's a bracketed
eternity, emotions are lit up,
meaning my darkness is lunging
within shadows, I'm knitting
rainbows with a queen, I'm
healing mindsets with delightness,
the Northern lights encompass
my heart's shell, the notoriety
of my entirety has become
mere mockery of my past's messages.
Had darkness become my sage?
Who worshipped who? The page
or the Man, the pen or the word,
served from the fall, called back
to the upward North, in mirrors
I can see my faults, cultic thoughts,
the shadow grows to terrorize it's kin,
bent spleen and the conjuring
manifests; Sister Abigail served
me some tea, for the word I bleed,
for the page I whistled out fears,
with an open door I let them all in,
melting forms of Narcissus, they left
a house fire inside, the identity killed.
Mockery; hocus pocus; poke my
still body...