Glitter in my Eyes

I want to paint

my Rage,

Paint it in a color

you don't like

So I won't be tethered

to my chameleon ways...

I want...

Wanting

Desiring

Lusting

All these words of

a Charleton power,

that power which grabs

for me,

and sometimes

restrains me with glee,

but, Ha-Ha-Ha,

I laugh at

its naked, limp body,

in the End,

when I always

(ALWAYS)

slip away...

That grip don't got me,

that fucker won't rob me

like everyone else who is just

"only human".

But even still,

my pride wears thin,

and rubs a hole into me

where I can't reach it;

patch it up

with all that Zen

spilling out of my sippy cup.

The Zen I love to hate,

the Good that don't feel

Great.

Move your lips in silence

along with mine...

Your mouth

is full of Silence.

(This poem has been brought to you by the acid in my stomach, eating me alive)