Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i think to myself that those i may have harmed really did not know how serious these moments were to me
in my efforts to communicate what was flying through my heart
i lost him somewhere in mexico
i saw on top of pyramids
it was never going anywhere
living in the garage, with a wood burning stove, stealing meat from safeway, like some inner city indian hunter,going to social services for heat, food boxes, i got fired from the children s lock down center, i was so in trouble inside, i tried to lean on you, i fell even harder,i was an abused child, i did not know that when i went to work there that t was going to bring up what it did, anti depressant hell, i dont even know how to apologize for that---i barely can explain how those drugs affected me-or how the way you spoke to me triggered a person inside of me, that was screamed at for years,and then finally you beat me- which after two years i see was a good thing, because it was over at that piont. because i do not live with that wench i own a house with in portland, or a man that did not really love me- it was about comfort for him.
i accept that
but i cannot do anything but what i am doing now=

this almost stream of consciousness poetry has a Bill Burroughs feel and man it does reach out a grab you.

a non scape momentum in words...! gracias for sharing it, c-soul!!!