Turn up my television
Permeated my eyes
It's malevolent
If I met THIS in a scissor fight
I'd cut off YOUR tongue
on these principles alone
SHUT UP! ! ! !
I wish I were your needles
I'd hold open your eyes
So you could see
That my poems are heavenly conveyed
To make you aware
the straightest paths meander
Unlearn me cuz every piece of me is meant to burn into an enigmatic synchronicity
My heart is a butterfly underneath shattered glass bleeding it's own apathy
Focused but my eyes deceive me
Opened my eyes but the lights desire not to dim
Not even a little bit
So having sight is about as useful as trying to put the pin back into the grenade
Expecting next to nothing but suprisingly overburdened by the full blown technicolor
My weighty eyes can bend silver spoons,
So you can bet your bottom dollar that my beautiful voice can make a neurotic wind sing
Leaned against the arms where quiescence resides
For some reason I woke up feeling relentless
I woke up on the wrong side of my bed today
And a little bit less than nothing has EVER gone MY way
So to get up and walk away would be too easy
FALLEN
Because that was the desire of my hear
Close your eyes with me
and drift into the UNKNOWN...

Mikel Calcagno

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