I sit calm before the television -
Confined without the bars in my little prison.
The shining of the stars shifting through a prism
The songs of the spheres sing my blessed catechism.
I take libations with the quorum of whom ever it concerns
And sequester scotch inside my mouth until it burns
While I put my thoughts on paper since the stupid never learn.
And the time that slips away just won't return.
Sometimes when I'm drunk,
I feel like people are ignoring me
And possibly disrespecting me.
This is a side-effect of the alcohol
Slowing down my mind.
A quick mind is quickly able to see what in the
World is an affront to itself-
As the seasons pass by,
My mind increases and decreases its basal level
Of activity.
In months recently passed I wouldn't know -
I would take all actions as directly personal.
In the nine months that my mind undergoes
Its gestation -
Those cold months that are not growing
Force me to live life.
Life is dying from birth for some.
During those dark months,
I experience the saddest sadness of them.
In years recent, I have refused the sadness,
And have chosen anger -
I've chosen to warm myself in the heat of those
That I burn.
At the end I am still cold.
However, those months have ended
And my light shines brightly once more.
My light is my own, and thus it shall stay.
However my light is for now bright enough,
That I can allow others its shine -
Without the fire that creates it.
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