The Ninth Mattress
Okay so this is another poem, I have written. I hope to video-ize it soon, I just have to have the patience to read it like 5 or 6 times in front of the whole rig. for now here's the text, enjoy.
The Ninth Mattress
Miss muse I hear your voice in me now
Tell me about why mother and father cry?
Do they have a thing to be so worried about?
Bless me here with your heavenly voice
And articulate diction
I came here to find myself
And forget you
Mom. Dad
Dad, I forgot you before consciousness was born
Torn from the neck of reason
He stalked us down just to be a dad
Prove meaning through
Through layers of blankets my moms must sleep on,
Hiding under the ninth mattress a green bean waits to spoil
Spoil everything
That’s when miss muse reminds me
That you have it worse
May you never be your parents children
Is that curse or am I wishing you forget
Jerusalem in a wall of photographs
Wrapping the bodies,
Green beans riding in the back of a hearse
Where they will go to stay
Away from you, just like mine are away from me
A way to be unconscious of diction's sharplike
Presence cutting through the medulla oblongotta
And no motor functions is better than bad ones
Isn't nice to think so?
Miss muse, what’s it like to be a father,
And no child will speak back?
Miss muse, what’s it like to be no ones mother?
Because insanities holding on tight
To the vein
Squeezing iv bags from loves need for blood.
Flesh is the presence, in the presence
Material existence or action. Taking hold within the essence
Don’t hate them just for leaving you hanging from the latch,
Key,
Kid,
Corrosive inhale, be cool, hold it in. or did you not, just to not be them
I’m sorry misa for the way your dad left you
The way mine never left me must make you
Higher than jealous.
Or the way mine are struggling between paychecks must make me a nagging
Attention whore of disgust
Does, it make me a bully to pry into other’s life, on how
Mother and father wish they could be there
Theirs to keep
There’s reason to keep distance isn’t there?
We apologize, Mother tobacco
And father green man
Forgetting you in our actions
But holding our sweet child in our hearts
Forgive us for leaving you behind
Leaving you behind in the leaves
Blown from photographs
Will yo accept the gods prayers?
Living through dying penguins and axe murderers
And the voice won’t leave us
Leave discretion to deceive us
Deceive me of other’s pain
Bringing down god’s wish in rain
Bringing down god’s wish in rain
How will you answer their prayers?
How will you answer children’s tears?
When will you give up on all your fears?
(Forgiveness)
How will you answer their prayers?
(Loving kindness)
how will you answer children’s tears?
(in silence
or decadent misery?)
Don’t think for a moment we don’t care
Just cause you pushed us away
And Please don’t rob us of your childhood
By growing up in the absence
Under the influence
By growing up in my absence
My, mine, my child, I know I’ve let you down to sleep tonight
Forever with no photographs that speak your tongue
The Ninth Mattress
Miss muse I hear your voice in me now
Tell me about why mother and father cry?
Do they have a thing to be so worried about?
Bless me here with your heavenly voice
And articulate diction
I came here to find myself
And forget you
Mom. Dad
Dad, I forgot you before consciousness was born
Torn from the neck of reason
He stalked us down just to be a dad
Prove meaning through
Through layers of blankets my moms must sleep on,
Hiding under the ninth mattress a green bean waits to spoil
Spoil everything
That’s when miss muse reminds me
That you have it worse
May you never be your parents children
Is that curse or am I wishing you forget
Jerusalem in a wall of photographs
Wrapping the bodies,
Green beans riding in the back of a hearse
Where they will go to stay
Away from you, just like mine are away from me
A way to be unconscious of diction's sharplike
Presence cutting through the medulla oblongotta
And no motor functions is better than bad ones
Isn't nice to think so?
Miss muse, what’s it like to be a father,
And no child will speak back?
Miss muse, what’s it like to be no ones mother?
Because insanities holding on tight
To the vein
Squeezing iv bags from loves need for blood.
Flesh is the presence, in the presence
Material existence or action. Taking hold within the essence
Don’t hate them just for leaving you hanging from the latch,
Key,
Kid,
Corrosive inhale, be cool, hold it in. or did you not, just to not be them
I’m sorry misa for the way your dad left you
The way mine never left me must make you
Higher than jealous.
Or the way mine are struggling between paychecks must make me a nagging
Attention whore of disgust
Does, it make me a bully to pry into other’s life, on how
Mother and father wish they could be there
Theirs to keep
There’s reason to keep distance isn’t there?
We apologize, Mother tobacco
And father green man
Forgetting you in our actions
But holding our sweet child in our hearts
Forgive us for leaving you behind
Leaving you behind in the leaves
Blown from photographs
Will yo accept the gods prayers?
Living through dying penguins and axe murderers
And the voice won’t leave us
Leave discretion to deceive us
Deceive me of other’s pain
Bringing down god’s wish in rain
Bringing down god’s wish in rain
How will you answer their prayers?
How will you answer children’s tears?
When will you give up on all your fears?
(Forgiveness)
How will you answer their prayers?
(Loving kindness)
how will you answer children’s tears?
(in silence
or decadent misery?)
Don’t think for a moment we don’t care
Just cause you pushed us away
And Please don’t rob us of your childhood
By growing up in the absence
Under the influence
By growing up in my absence
My, mine, my child, I know I’ve let you down to sleep tonight
Forever with no photographs that speak your tongue