SUICIDE MISSION 4 ME

I came to the conclusion long ago,
that I am on a suicide mission;
mission still undisclosed.
...and it would seem
anywhere I go,

isn't sufficient enough
to suit my ego.
Therefore I must leave!
I must depart.
Never requesting,

nor accepting, a restart.
Not starting anew,
but continuing to pursue
ultimate freedom
at any cost.

MENTAL STRAIN

Mental strain.
Human stain.
Liquid, brain matter.

Mashed, gnarled, mangled --
word splatter.
Mindless cattle gather,
 
and graze
upon a medley of scraps
broken up into the ominous clouds

of a storm filled sky.
Bullets of rain
pelt the pavement,

scarring the surface with pock marks.
Not a soul to be found.
Not a kindred spirit around.

Retreat to an unseen underground;
with silence, (...)
the only detectable sound.

INFREQUENT VISITORS

I refuse to live in a physical space
not designed for me.
Metaphysics houses me, spiritually,
along this on going journey

of self appreciation...
-EVOLVING-
Fondly, but dispassionately,
allowing the days to pass

unmarked,
as if non-existent.
Current climate
non-hospitable

to present, and future aspirations.
As always,
time to bid adieu.
TIME TO FLY.