Therapy

a poem by James Sokolowski

I'mcoming, I'm coming,
I'll get there, I'll get there
Everymorning that I wake up, place my head to the ground
Give thanksand praises, I'm homeward bound
Used to roam around but I'molder now

Slowlysippin surahs
Not syrup
To stir up imagination
Frustrationwith the lost ways of us earth patrons
Facing confrontation withself
For self preservation

Grabbingmy boots and these words for the lacing

Steeltruths for the chasing
I been a mental patient
Sitting inthe recliner of the most high
Releasing these demons
Spirituallypreparing for that battle in the sky

Every minute, everysecond, every hour
The time for atonement is upon us
Let noopponent break the way this brotherhood bonds us

Onearth as it is in heaven

Falconperching, peering from ground zero
Or on the corner ofseven
Even the most right angles get tangled by the twistedlogic
Of the false profit
Money is the object
From theonset we been objects
Subjected to the subjective
Unseenprocess
That all things are connected

It'sno wonder that no strings attached
Is what we crave

Thefact remains, it's no exit from this maze
Only mastery of ourways

Sodon't cast me in your plays
It's right here
Center of theuniverse, that I stays
Milwaukee made, Cream city shouter
Louderthan your greenest blunt smoke
Cooler than candy paint andhunnid spokes
I'm trying to concoct the substance that will makeem take a hunnid tokes
Share it with a hunnid folks
Forgetplaying it safe
Time to rock a hunnid boats
Live life likea salute
before the toast
Fashion my name golden

before I'm ghost
On to the next life
Double helix approach

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