Diary Of A MAD Artist / Enantiodromia.

Turning off the lights. “Can you see me?” Turning off the lights. “Can you feel me?”

Exhausted fragile appeal for fickle

validation - I walked away. Who would

understand? Have you seen them rip flesh

from the bones of the youth?

Minds misdirected

who cares who’s elected?

.: Why didn’t you call her? :.

We can’t talk about that.

You ever been in love?

Not that pixie dust sitcom bullshit

beyond the typical Climax, Threshold,

Resolution.

.: What happened to your old work? :.

I deleted it.

“How many hours are you

gonna watch CNN? ”

I can still feel her voice running across my

skin with morning light.

All we ever wanted was a happy home.

When are you coming home?

……

“Are you ready to talk now?”

Ignore that text… It’s been a minute since we

had sex.

.: A friend called, are you happy to hear from them? :.

I’m sure drowning my liver would get me to

heaven quicker.

Why are vampires working for America?

.: Did you dream? :.

I thought nightmares eventually ended.

.: Did you wake up? :.

I tried but I died, lost track of rhymes, forgot

to call her all the time.

……

.: Tell me about the dream :.

Slaves, blistering hot, famished, many

languages spoken enraged the authorities.

“We Will Kill You.”

Freedom of speech never existed,

such bliss smothered over bodies gunned

down by dirty ass cops.

Is it care of people or some?

.: Did you wake up? :.

No.

Lights flashing, voices would carry on all night

We showed each other our scars.

.: Can you remember their names? :.

In the middle of writing a new project, I’m

always writing - separating emotions from

subjects. Art kept me aware, kissing her hello

kept me alive… Such a long goodbye.

.: How does that make you feel ? :.

One the most overused and taken for granted

words in English is “Friend.” Most are so

sensationalized and saturated in instant

gratification. Fake ass smiles, hypocritical

kisses, throw back pictures from vacations.

They like the pictures,

resentful and full of scornful inhibitions,

sharing empty ambitions,

tagging “friends” in mentions.

.: Why did you delete your old writings? :.

I never planned on reading it again…

I had this friend growing up, living conditions

for him exceeded the definition of

uninhabitable environment,

so much with so little.

Do you understand what that means?

The internet is one large mine

field, people lose arm, leg, leg, arm, heads.

The dead heads whisper secrets at night

in the afternoon they feast on those under

Gods Spell, God damn the niggas who can’t

spell. Can’t you see it’s more than that!

More than the color of skin,

Classism includes all races.

Expand the definition of racist,

how many other presidents were elected to

build walls?

.: Do you still talk to that friend? :.

No.

Days turn into years and over time things and

people change some for better.

.: Let’s talk about love :.

I can’t if she’s not here with me.

.: What do you wanna talk about? :.

Anything.

.: Are we friends? :.

Of course not.

.: Did you wake up? :.

If only…

These demons don’t box fair holding razors in

they gloves. You see all that red on the

American flag, what the fuck do you think

that means!?

Enantiodromia - The tendency of things to change into their opposites, especially as a supposed governing principle of natural cycles and of psychological development.