Carpe Diem (2)

A Story by Poeta-Veritas

Cup of coffee waking up the morning after, morning justified, hours waining low with sentimental ticking, all to do before the slate is wiped, such a little life; after swallowing pride to make the minute ending meet, staring out at the surfaceable passing before and beginning prologuing useable forgotten lessons, all that matters is Understanding and Acceptance -- death before light in end of mind, wasting forseeable labeled expensive minutes of own UNABLE THROUGH THE MIND FOUND EXPECTED RARE gift exploring and a minute to last -- minute to saviour before Death -- All time last moment SHATTERED and that's it babe; that's the last cake of Your last piece report; your Singular Human time on Earth spent well enough to justify how many moments you've spent in pain, procrastinating making yourself into your dream? One more minute left before side of you'n side of breath, side of regrettable happiness all feelings fade and weight rips from your corpse standing,
sitting, laying, however position you please and your breath leaves exhale-ful inhaleless laughing uncontrollably to beats of enjoyment and delightful pleasure to your sensible ears of unconventional or preferrable bobbing head makin' hearts feel comfortable and exclusively alive -- beat down worn down expression felt thousand times before from human's walkin doors and bored are the so we listen and contemplate feeling at all, beat of the drum leading tune in thoughts and finely-spun lyrics painting portrait pictures in mind expressing time USEABLE IS IT WORTH IT TO BE
ANYTHING AT ALL?

Before the day is done
          in the house of
               the rising sun:
It's been real
     and it's been enough for us
                      as the weeping
hour continues,
       I'm going to spend
   my last minutes on this Earth
          asking for
   redemption; a cleansed soul.

My Timeline running low, low time found running window, captyuring, thoughtless madness draining edge to edge windcow to window capturing time making it A SLAVERY ABOLISHED ABORTIONED CALL-LESS EMOTIONLESS HOUR TOWARDS facet graves, placid flaccid tracking of time RUNNING from grasp and howling bawling sunshine stealing sweat off my face as I sit and cheat myself out of my potential and regret the moment's without putting anything into it without realizing how short a time each moment lasts before it's taken away without a sympathetical empathetical illogical reasonable
explanation other than a simple acceptance for way's the people say it work, and I'm not working on
myself anymore, I'm not working on myself anymore - Death's calling card reads, "At midnight tonight; as you sleep I will wait and no one will weep when you wake, forever more, forever more" and afraid? HARDLY be the case! Excitement thrill contemplate all do perceived madness as human any does and simple pure-free joy being AWAKE, O'PURE-FREE JHOY, boundless mad to breathe, mad to think, mad to raise hormones, mad to jive, mad to live, mad to lie, mad to think and mad to accept the impossible mission of gaining bare-caged moment's lost with a mad, mad, sad, bad method of trying to
get old memorie's back ----

   Imagining a world
          (with people full)
       of true happiness;
         and is it possible?
(Laying minutes ahead've)
              a        wish.
   Holding (onto the
                 need
        of having)
                a love in This Life,
             constantly
     hoping to inhale
           the heart of their eye.

---- disputable chore-likeness dimming low from payin' economy stirring and is personal gain worth finding solutions unreasonably, shipped personal philosophy and trite reasons lessoned-taught and
forgotten with moral unbroken standards seeking promises kept, abnormal intelligence working low
anti-stimulating conversations in day for the paying round-working useful-thinking seeker searching
beneficial reasons to justify meaning within? HUMAN MIND CURIOUS LOOKING scapegoat against Mind-Experience, philosophical-sophisticated-standard-mature-Statue, artistic expression endeavors
remembered through coursing history child too soon; beaten genius of our humanity - and slothfully resting upon our couches driving out minutes by minutes by hours by hours from week to week day to day never achieving dreams with procrastinating excuses bringing infathomable expectations -- ENTERTAINMENT USELESS; shuts off brain from absurd thought, original fantasies floating through this
priceless and once-a-soul gift given to be used, nourished, cared of and INCOMPLETION NOW in favour of someone else's fantasy world delivering themself from horrible tirades of charades inside facades placed before the stand, any chance - ANY CHANCE it's been placed there in defence? Of our own Current Ride and I favour of oppresion against individual freedom and unique expression of the mind's so running around caged inside their views being raped and murdered by society's subdued unimaginative plasticity-induced structured paths at hand; what's happening to Man?-- Finding self at ends/cease/fin/opposite-a-beginning of roads and possible conclusions within my mind wandering blindly towards the light I've wandered in with no direction home and no anticipation forwards stepping without a curious feeling unless a prediction to be whichever is; whether I'm beaten down by the sun and can honestly us of any speak of being Everything Dream's made of waiting to be accepted?

    Memory-salvation to deliver and go, growing as plant-bursting from unspoken silences honing, heeding, riveting surfaces watered with loving, nuturing attention of Mind, of Mine, of
Line's with the hopes of a Gracious Life; a gracious moment inside memory-induced circumstances. I've spent the first 17 years of my life sleeping, and now I'm going somewhere away from reality and striving somewhere for goals-accepted and successful in this purpose other's found so problematic,
so confusing, so worn-down and bare-numbing, mind-f****n' and Suicide teases off in the far distance
for kicks.

    With the moments
(of pace)
      gaining
   affection,
           over once
            more again --- it could've been
     real (with
                      more)
      participation,         I've sat
(and I've)
           wondered about
                            more than this;
   than fantasies and
   daydreams,
    in the arms
           of a love
                I'd like to kiss.

Walking he is, the creep feeling the minding bending over to plagiarised bodies of work by enemies
and tonight's fangled banners producing lively-effects and happenings, upbeats, uptempo's and ignorances of the truth makin' marks for acceptable, and untalented effortless byproducts
captivating the Whole of a Useless Example leading by simple choice, by simple choice with least
ammount of input possible, and where does Time go before Death knocks on our door, blowin' cold? Investments commercializing, and people spend useless minutes parading "God Bless AmeriKKKa" while
the Truth-Seekers are striving for change, protesting "God Damn AmeriKKKa" found and lost on the
GHO'ING FOILED PLANS DRIVING ASTER-CRASH DE-HUMANIZING endurance trials to see what the best
quiz-takers of our monuments and acceptance for preference stands and where, styled instances seeing who's suited best to handle which corporate sponsor and response working for long minutes of the ceasing Unnameable Forces in the sky of a canvas-high ceasing never ticking -- We have to find
something to be something and being something is finding nothing; who be ye labeled FOUND MIST JEALOUSY GREED haste; finding little littler's running around corners, pushed into the pool, nobody
cares - they should've been in school being sheep; BAH! BAH! BAH!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Searching standards usually confirmed within other human beings unable accept differentiality, so
should they find markings of famed-growing pasts, carving depth into the Gina of Man. Tired I seeping below the sun and what's the moment before being seen in the tiredness of an exhausted morning just working minutes MINUTE: YOU ARE MY SLAVE AND I COMMAND YOU! M'am, I am a polite rude
arrogant-fueled bacteria hatching out of a maggot's bowels through my demands and where the wind
blows my name, the howls call my skin, my shedding requires a cold shivered home destroying the
atmosphere and my perfect desolate wasteland of Human's using up their limited Time.

       I haven't forgiven much
(and I've taken
             Life for granted)

              though --- ease
     me this one Wish, and I'll
            return Faithful
                        with a Blissing;
bless my
                  gentle frail
                              mind,
You've seen
              how it is;
how it yearns
                  peace(comma)
   Love(semi-colon)
           each (human)(period)
most of all(colon)
          For mine.
     Grant me
                your blessing
(hold me) a human to remember.