rebirth

Dedicated to one intense phase of my life. long gone :) You buy me food ,you buy me booze, you show me around with different hairdos . Is this your style of treating thy muse? I'm clearly not amused. I see you hungry to be in the News. but each time you have a chance at the super, you manage to blow your fuse. then waste my time, in your  petty self accuse. Iv even seen you resort to verbal and sexual abuse. Your brain wiring is seriously obtuse! but me saying something !!…. whats the use?? Its was painful to see you slowly losing your marbles , becoming a recluse. How could i have helped ? for all my suggestions, you'd simply refuse. You don't even notice , simple life's cues. your answer to all , was always through the "power trip " avenues. I did ask myself ,what did I fail to infuse?? into this relationship between a pseudo Artist and his muse?. Did I give too much

fear , panic and laughter, the three signs of insanity. pain, agony and slaughter, the three signs of our humanity. violence and glory seem to be going hand in hand. misery and sob story, is working like a charm from a wand. obsession and addictions is every mans inside tale. astrologers on speed dials for quick prediction, are available in market for sale. focus is laid so deeply in creating a lie to keep people out of the emotional zones that control the mind. layers of deceit add to the image pie, the end result is a split personality that acts like a child. what will a government do with a nation full of gags with gas? the future looks like a explosion seen from the satellite parked in grass. all this madness needs to be conducted like jazz, else our internal systems will collapse in a giant mass.

is there anything worth keeping of mine? given by this body i call my shrine? nature sometimes talks to me, gives me hints and signs, that i must continue in my efforts and must'nt resort to resign. talent comes easy so i speak in between line i waste time on cheap thrill loaded royal dine.  i have so far tried not to whine throughout this process of getting a shine. but now all thoughts must be constructively used to refine. creativity is a tool not to be left in confine. i can only try as hard as i can to accept limitations and yet redefine the emotions ones goes thru being in pine imagine if chances came in packs of cats life- nine! if the people i assumed hate me,  start to act coy and benign.  if brute force mellowed and no one glared their canine, if all the mosquitoes would vanish and there was no need of quinine. won't such a life be rosy happy and simply sublime? if i just waived my hands and flashed my pearly stating all