KreeMachinE

What is the point when it doesn't even register?
I'm standing at the register.
Registered.
Purchased and unmeasured.
Measured to a ticking that says I'm unfettered.
Completely unpleasured.
Hoping that I get released from a release that is uninterested.

I'm slowly dripping
my past in between my toes.
Oil squishing.
Messy. I shouldn't throw.
Up was the first choice I ever knew.
Down was the second choice I've only been through.

A tiny dot. My dot is this dot. Lots of dots.
There is no dot. No thought that was never thought.
No dot that was never this dot. Or thought.
A combination of dots.
Who would have thought?

Pointless and picturesque.
A pretty mush mix mess.
Stellar and starless.
Mesmerized excess.

Thanks again for the time not spent.
I put it towards my never again.
Last one for my yesterday.
Say it twice for OK.
I am. I am.

It don't hurt nobody.
When it hurt nobody.
But nobody hurt?

Since settling in the basic
and breathing the unfiltered air
I became a Doctor of myself
unaccredited but more aware.

Assigning lines to read by,
written by myself.
Trust what you are given
and you can have whatever's left.

Missing a little mess up
and cleaner than a bishop.
Smile out the side
and wink at the knowing mix up.

Suns sacred shining sitrep,
showing sixes shambling smashed up,
smoldering senses, since slip up.
Sentences stumbling summoning scriptures.
Sitting sullen, sidewalk schoolers,
salivating suspect sutures.
Supporting scrambled synapses,
supplemented system synthetic scratches.

So while they work everyday,
just to survive.
Some make the only choices they know,
because they are alive.

There is wind.
It feels cool compared to there being no wind.
When it passes I want more.
I do not fear that the wind will stop.

There is noise.
I hear the vehicles driving by.
Their rumbling comes and goes. Some quiet. Some loud. All activity.
I do not fear that the noise will stop.

I have legs.
They are bent but they do not cause me pain.
They work accordingly and are maintained.
I do not fear my legs will stop.

A bird chirped.
Completely threw me off of the path I was going down.
It was like the wind but colder.
I do fear that the birds chirping will stop.

There is still work to be done.

When the sunlight comes and I don't see it. Doesn't mean I am in bereavement. It just means I have closed my eyes. And watched what was going on inside. While I might have missed the colors out there. The pictures I saw are mine to share. I would if I could but I likely can't. Turns out it is in my own writing but at a slant. All tilted and wobbly and mostly imperfect. Scratches that weren't there surfaced. It was supposed to be mine to hold and dole. But my hands were too busy counting the blessings they had stole. So only now do I wonder if I was the one closing my eyes? Or had I been given the wrong disguise? But I hate nothing more than asking a question I already know. The answer was always just go with the flow... It just kept flowing and flooded. The source exploded and cold blooded. Wall off the area. Quarantine the malaria. Rub some dirt on the cut. Sanitize the...what?
Clean up the act. Rearrange the fact. I just came here to say that it is a beautiful sunny day.
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I took my own path.
It was gravel covered with pavement.
The weeds started coming through with wrath.
It refused my acts of enslavement.

I have taken my mind to too many places.
It kept warning, lights kept flashing.
Head held down to avoid high spaces.
It's so dark you don't notice the particles smashing.

I took my body to the mechanic.
It kept trembling. 
He said I'd need be galvanic.
It was great that I'd noticed it disassembling.

I have taken the oil out of the machine.
It was dirty.
I have replaced it with medicine.
It shouldn't have waited until past thirty.

I took my self to ask for help.
It was the only thing I could think of.
I cried and I begged and I yelped.
It was responded to with love.

I have taken my pride out of it.
It was fake anyways.
I see it was always shit.
It should have never been allowed a say.

I accepted a ride to freedom.
It was always there to take.
I can never repay the actions of some.
It will have to do that I say "thanks".