Morning Writing At Abydos...Too...Too...Much
Here is a poem that I am working on the Abydos Literacy Training.
I don't know where I want to go with this but it's just too. It's too this and too that. Too uncomfortable...I just want to go to some place and just be...too...too.. too. So since it got flowing...I decided it would be best in a poem.
Too....Too....Much
By Maureen Ucles
Where do I go?
Where do I hide?
Where do I reside?
Where it is wrong?
Where it is right?
Where it's not so kosher?
Out of plain sight?
I dunno
I really can't say
My mouth
has been silenced
expunged, expunged in full view
It just that way
My furlough been rejected
You know you presuppose
Way too much
Don't see the whole truth
My truth
I dunno
If you could only see
What I see
Hear what I hear
Then you'd get off your
box of Tide color guard
Heart open wide
And maybe
Just maybe
see things in another vein
without all the nonsense
and the pain
that you cause
deep, deep inside
Is it possible though
I just am abysmal
I just don't know
Cause you will never see
the things I witness
on a day to day
basis
in the trenches
dirt plastered over my soul
But you just can't
in your pompuous ivory tower
all dripping with power
in the box
refined with darkened musty depleted iron clad walls
incarcerated
partially padded through
and through with no where
plastered on the decrepit sides
no where indeed
my destination
decreed
from you
you
you
Who thought you knew?
Guess you really don't
'cause then why do I feel so
so so... too
so so... too
too this and too that
feel like I've been slapped
red faced
scarlet lettered
I said letters
upper and lower case
charred with the remains
of your hand print
etched to the insane
in the membrane
saudered into my brain
throbbing, throbbing
Throbbing
I wish I could
But there's no way
No way out
of this inferno that
Dante couldn't even fatham
I cannot escape
this interminable hell
left alone in my sarcophagus
to rot, rot, rot
Seems all for naught
Nothingness encompasses
who I am
who I will be
you got a hold of me
won't let go
death knocks
knocks again
but anything is better
than this state
utter state of
vitriol
where I lay waste
No more time
no more.... more
just too...too
too...much
I don't know where I want to go with this but it's just too. It's too this and too that. Too uncomfortable...I just want to go to some place and just be...too...too.. too. So since it got flowing...I decided it would be best in a poem.
Too....Too....Much
By Maureen Ucles
Where do I go?
Where do I hide?
Where do I reside?
Where it is wrong?
Where it is right?
Where it's not so kosher?
Out of plain sight?
I dunno
I really can't say
My mouth
has been silenced
expunged, expunged in full view
It just that way
My furlough been rejected
You know you presuppose
Way too much
Don't see the whole truth
My truth
I dunno
If you could only see
What I see
Hear what I hear
Then you'd get off your
box of Tide color guard
Heart open wide
And maybe
Just maybe
see things in another vein
without all the nonsense
and the pain
that you cause
deep, deep inside
Is it possible though
I just am abysmal
I just don't know
Cause you will never see
the things I witness
on a day to day
basis
in the trenches
dirt plastered over my soul
But you just can't
in your pompuous ivory tower
all dripping with power
in the box
refined with darkened musty depleted iron clad walls
incarcerated
partially padded through
and through with no where
plastered on the decrepit sides
no where indeed
my destination
decreed
from you
you
you
Who thought you knew?
Guess you really don't
'cause then why do I feel so
so so... too
so so... too
too this and too that
feel like I've been slapped
red faced
scarlet lettered
I said letters
upper and lower case
charred with the remains
of your hand print
etched to the insane
in the membrane
saudered into my brain
throbbing, throbbing
Throbbing
I wish I could
But there's no way
No way out
of this inferno that
Dante couldn't even fatham
I cannot escape
this interminable hell
left alone in my sarcophagus
to rot, rot, rot
Seems all for naught
Nothingness encompasses
who I am
who I will be
you got a hold of me
won't let go
death knocks
knocks again
but anything is better
than this state
utter state of
vitriol
where I lay waste
No more time
no more.... more
just too...too
too...much
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