Directions To My Special Place

[Doseone] Hi, my name is... My interests are... Hobbies... Oh, sacred envelope of exploration... Glistening ordinary, grant me A winged mare or solid ground And personality split For it's been a ghastly reflection. unique And reminiscent of nightmares I can't escape To disfigure a blurry glance at time of night A glow the me I loathe, compose And turn off to phase throughout has "good friend who" So many playmates that had loved To hold my magnificent crum And save its succulence from back injury I've eroded the shared experience Consistently...cradles fall I'm think of a number from one to lonesome... Fault fault everywhere And not a single soulmate to spoon or go back and forth with... I've torn them all to exorcists Hi, my name's in public... Excuse my slant... Has showed me how to spell Welcome mat with a w-h-o-i-a-m & I Take a stepping on purpose like a man Who's shrinking head Is still a big effort, deal, and pursuit Of...I've won, and all these women make me sick So my spoils are shiners or regret The stormy gray ribbon thus...therefore...and then With a pin point poking my chest I startle does and falsify confidence to change...to change... Slowly but surely... The lies I've told personify general sympathy And his platoon of stupid things to do My full name... Let distance play the role of time and difference Glad to be of service... Risk averse is my favorite color And limb to crawl on outfitted for perversion Enduring...I've managed to overdress for dharma... The tour of our spiraling universe And suffer in a congested clammy-handed manner So who's the old shot blood-dripping man's face I'm slated to grimace as Any suggestions... Mr. id says don't worry Finish this now porridge before it cools And remember above all your dyslexic Sound advice...but still I'm hung up on hang-ups And exhausted beyond the haven of endangered mystery-man In the round strikes a pose And tries to return truth from a bound world (for life)... Reading into trivial and man's endless pursuit of absolute stuff... Custom-made to fit has simplified exception... Accepted the war, the savior, the Saturday morning cartoons This fish bowl All convince an unconscious sense of perspective That natural will thin my blood And capture me and knock me up And color coordinate love. no more... No desire, no bed time, no venue... It's the pattern my cycles adhere to... These peaks and valleys I call home and stand for... It's hard, it's natural It's only the beginning to fear death...embrace occurrence Heal...to heal...to be the first one to heal Is to wake and let artificial The totem pole of rolls and norms is collapsed upon itself Until we all care...no one will... Until we all...no one will Dose will...request... Feel these pieces of me as I would all of you... Until we meet...directions to my special place...come hither