I wish my oddity was accepted at most places. Even the freaks and weirdos have a tolerance and limit for the mentally ill. Or so I think. Can we just have a space for being ourselves. Please, one space without judgement, without stares, without forced compliance. Yes, no, we are blind to what part of our selves is acceptable. What the hell ?

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People will vote conservative

Just like rest of world

Scaredy humans retreat backwards to safe place

Lies they fill their minds and promises of good times

Powerhouse politics will use them then repeat

Sad they are but history repeats itself

Try to use your words but conditioning complete

Distrust, fearful, poor populace sucked in

Hope alight and umbrellas you just this election we will not win

Rightwing patsies smile so gladly

Grins to win the greed

Those of us at wits end

Just forget, forgive and repeat

As he sits and wanders. Still asleep yet profoundly waking, staring at this vastly chasm mocking echoed sounds of his alarm. It chuckles to the around for transparent friends do gather. Looping and surrounding the waking man’s confusion; alone and fearful eyes wide shut, sanity gaps, mind traps spring out.

And if he is to pass this long and troubled desert session must he not break the bonds of terror then rush headlong to unknown regions. An empty and fogged map bereft of sights seen or familiarities, of paths assured and paths comforting, of soothing youth fantasies that maketh the man lose time.

What map is given, what items stored to help any who quest for something more. Something to make the fight of fear more palatable.

I gotta take that nasty, twisted anger and funnel it into iron. Weights and lifting and muscles fathoming the limits of broheim control, jock stereotype placement. Can I breathe n get strong without being lumped with testosterone playmates? Jungle gym primates and alien migrants tonguing cheeks and loud mouths. 

Can I live, am I overdone and exaggerated? Alleviated, hated, fated and selfishly motivated. Why we lie and act so selfless? All we want is accolades and well wishes. Please love me, love us, enough judge of the neediness. This was anger release now confession continuous.  Wish my brain would splurge out instead of blog posts expressing half sungs.

Past said, Now said

Is it a privilege to know someone so deeply? That isn’t antithetical to my my peaceful, warming, envelop us philosophy? Not quite love but the road of understanding rinding rolling twisting rounds through, from, between us. Minds reads hearts and whistle wallows that say a something. Your something. World mumblings. Listen lots, talk some.

Seperate selves turmoiled in business jags edged against pressure heads. Hard knocked skulls keeping straight eyes and downed heads. Cultivate profit, make money money mine mine mine. Ears plugged, brands up, heads see water rise then take gulping breaths. Breathe. Now now quickly, no time for rest just push pull society lacking words for community. 

Shriveled tenders limp and making pretend prostrate. Bowing outer screamers inside, douse with drugs and middle wine. Turn shoulders away and eye the goal posts.

Then you can go on with deception and confusion and the constant lukewarm war. Friends like peers and acquaintance with business cards and links to follow. I forget a face and we all become shapes and figures with sculpture makeup. Eyes glued elsewhere while ears plugged and flighty, music refreshes but voices tinny around, value drop like copper tops. Bitcoin slops. Maybe tomorrow sunny.

You know what after today’s rigmarole I need a fresh place to cater to us weirdo, noncommital types. Can’t be sure of good lesbian bar, for lack of aggro, testosterone males, didn’t look for geeko lounge in recent years.  I want a damn free zone! Place for me to rest my jerky head. No more regs asking questions I’m too fed up with to answer,  no looks of confusing emotional resonance.  I want some Tourette’s bar. I saw s vid of aussie youngens getting together and loving the commune tics, and I want it. Anger is hard to stop.  Tried for so many years but hardness. Hard teeth biting back with malice. Stop feeling bad bout what u born with i say to me. Stop but never do eh? Built in devil pitchfork my ass hot fiah. Love thyself like godly task.