Enveloped within a bleating cocoon
The flashing lights pressing against the hardened skin
Darkness a filter onto the world
No reprieve from the whistling winds
The bath waters no longer soothing
The drain swirls and just drains
Categories: Psychology
psychologistmimi 
Poetry River
Sound Our HeART
No Pre-Determined Cognitive Mechanical
Shores SPiRiT FLoW SoULS BReaTHE Free
SMiLes Just
Came Back
From ‘Jezebel’
The Website
A Place
Where
‘They’ Were
‘Laughing’ At
Madonna’s Poetry
Free Verse Reflecting
Her Soul.. All i could ‘Think’
of is the Feeling of Her Soul
As SPiRiT oF Her HeART
Breathed in my Soul
to Enrich Who i
Am DarK Thru
Light
Journeying
in this Place of
ReaLiTY NoW
Ever Changing Ever
Feeling Different to Relate
SMiLes so SuRPRiSinG as i never
Wrote Poetry Didn’t even understand
it until my Soul Reborn Gasped for its
First Breath Truly Alive Since Five-YearS Old..
Shortly before i am Trapped Then in A Desk of
Mechanical
Cognition
Then.. Yes
So Surprised at
53 to Find a Poetry
Site Online And Find the
Same Regulations of Science
And Technology That Strangled
me in Numbers of Government Red Tape
For A Quarter of A Century For PaY iN PRiSoN
SMiLes
in Short
my Soul
Became
Way too Long
For ‘Them’ to BReaTHE
SMiLes This Air is Free
And i Love Your Poetry
It Reminds me of a Movie
Trailer about ‘Barton Fink’
I’ve Seen ‘That Drain’.. i’ve Been
‘That Drain’ i Feel ‘Your Drain’ Now
Your Poetry Embodies Your Soul Spiraling Escape Up
From ‘Drain’.. Flesh of What is Real Becomes Words..
That mY
FRiEnD
An Easter
Story i Do
BeLieVE iN For Real..
It ‘WaS’ ‘A DarK And
Stormy NiGHT’ Yet i Married
‘The Night’ With Poetry And BeCaMe LiGHT
‘Madonna’ Is In ‘That Place’ Before ‘Lady Gaga’
‘Fixed Her Face’ the Nostalgia is Great Marrying
the Night Seeing It From LiGHT of Birth From DarK
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