careless

the road

behind me

has

had its

bouts

but the path

ahead?

oh the path 

ahead

who knows 

what it

might shroud

for anything can happen

of

that

there is 

no doubt

so i walk

ahead

its time to say goodbye

these feet are
missing
blisters

these
hands
are yet
to callous

these arms are
yet
to lean

on old walls
and
ask

questions?
careless.

such as
where
what
why
when
where
why?

The No-Mad

its

always

time

to

say

goodbye.

when you live your life

no-madically

the "normality" 

of 

"my" day to day

travesties

inquire gravity

in those

surrounding

me

much like

a snowball

effect

its 

always

time

to

roll

away.

when you live your life

no-madically

and not in fear

or distress

but to see what

else is close near

since traveling is

what 

a no-mad

does 

best

im

a no-mad

bye choice

and

will be

for

the rest

of my days

or

until

they

put me in my 

grave

its 

always

time

to

shake

it

off

when you live your life

no-madically

you'll come 

to find

nothing is

as

serious

as you all

make it

seem,

living life

dramatically.

No-Mad.

twisted praise

I've finally received,
 praise.

After all these moments of disguised guile.

I've been deceived.

Praise has long
been overdue.

After all of these moments of shun and push.

I've been so confused.

Praise,

The lord.

It has finally come.

das wat she sed

creature comforts

some times

the smile of a stranger

comforts,

more than 

the advice

of an old friend,

comforts.

some times

the smile of 

an old friend,

comforts

more than 

the unconditional

love of a mother,

comforts.

some times

the smile

of a mother,

comforts.

some times

no amount of smiles,

and advice,

or love

comforts.

regardless of

how

unconditional.

some times

everything is dependent,

on the condition.

conditions
comfort

we are creatures of

comfort,

conditioned to

be so.

under certain

conditions,

we are simply

creatures,

and treated

as such.

comfortably,

conditioned.

are you comfortable,

in your condition?

at your service

you be my french-maid

 i your butler.

lets play our roles 

flawlessly 

and, 

serve one another.

as i arc to your will

 you bow to mine,

 silver platter in hand.

yours,

 indentured lover.

 lets play our roles,

 passionately 

disregarding, 

you burst at the seams,

 as you dust

 to find that spot

 you missed.

just two more kissed up 

and two more to the left, 

it sits, 

waiting for the sweep 

of your lips.

 nerve endings,

 stimulated.

fabrics become,

frayed.

we lay, 

scoured.

emotions scattered.

who is to clean,

our?

collective mess

quickly we both

resume our roles.

you,

my french-maid,

i your butler.

at your service,

silver platter in hand.

chemicals

i locked myself
in the bathroom, with the chemicals
,again

i find myself
in the bathroom, with the chemicals
,again

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
,again
         and
,again

same cycle

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
,again
         and
,again

but one can

  clean
    scrub

                            rinsewash&repeat
 only so
      much,

surfaces become abrasive  

chemicals waste away

and doors remain locked

i locked myself

in the bathroom with the chemicals

,again

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
                    repeat
                    repeat
                    repeat

until,
i find myself
 ,again