Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

some days my heart would go numb
cramped by intruders of hopelessness
that forced their way in through
the cracks in the baseboards, I mean

I guess that's how they entered my ears
how else could they settle so easily
in the catacombs of this head that provided
park benches for visitors with negativity

they seem to like scenic views of things painted
you know, twisted religious art, demonic
creatures I never would have thought of
left to my own devices, no they were given

to me at a very young age in my catechisms
when I was the ripest for fear training, when
I was tender and naive, impressionable, open
to all the stories that might shape a healthy boy

I recognize these marauders quite easily
these days, we have our little confrontations
but my faith in myself is now too much for them to handle
the bouncer in my gut simply shows them the door

like the bum's- rush there is no ceremony
they are snatched up by the seat of their pants
and their white collars all stiff from sadistic starch
flung into the alley, with the other haughty vermin

Righteous -

Snap crackle yes the whole bunch of them who conjure hell , I was fortunate I was raised with the knowledge of a connection with the universe one on one , never looked back , always thought man trying to sit right beside god and collect money ,just nuts, good sharp poem , !

oh i love the door- really- once my pal said ' he was tired of them all talking at once=so he set up a circle of chairs and said =share now...'
so sometimes i have to hang around in the hallway til one of them doors swing open= never know really which way it will go=

you have to go to the bar 'DANTES' i recently was with a girl that liked the whiskey- about a week later she swung that guitar around and knocked herself out= she got sober...'
all my friends act that way!
the place is decorated like the catholic version of hell- it is kind of funny-red lighting- A fire pit etc

thanx for the feedback y'all