Glitch bough, climb up high carry those immortals up into the white sky peer through the branches weave and dictate what it is you see
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Haiku #129
In the age of now We look to the stars and see Nobody here but me
A Writer’s End
Where for art thou? Invisible Indivisible Where? We’re lost without you Thou aren’st anymore Thou find’st find you Where to look for you with thine eyes you see and with lips speak divine I’ll look and see into you Appear before me I command you! THE END by Andrew Watkins
Depression
Monster God Fish pie In the everlasting… We can only bow and take the strain As they reign victorious Mercy for those deep in transgression In the house of God Strength to those suffering Joy to those in bondage Freedom to those in chains Epiphany to those in darkness Pray that we may see WildContinue reading “Depression”
Upwards
Current eschatological wanderings like science with decimal points Vitamin DOA. In the still waters, In the still waters. Almost there. Vietnam boat… Ahoy! ©2017 Andrew Watkins
Torch Lite
Insensitive Cochons give me no air As they root and feed root and feed I must be the shit splattered everywhere as they grunt and sniff, grunt and sniff I forgot my really good line (again) As I get pushed aside and into the wall bloodying my nose that sprays all over them As they rootContinue reading “Torch Lite”
Ignorance Inside
The veils of ignorance are lifted revealing cast iron veils of fear and understanding Which give off a tone That sounds like…bone walking. ©2017 Andrew Watkins
One
Resolute in our way for a day. There’s oranges. Details later. In our day, pray for details absolute in nature duty carries day. In our day pussy came and dick bone Evolution matters tied without. In nature in out oranges again. Prudence. Why? Be forgotten be. Begotten Son! Praise be. Jeremiah instilled be thee and nobodyContinue reading “One”
This Ones For You
Did you ever look and think ‘that’s not for me’ because it was too big, too bright, too shiny? Then this song’s for you. It’s all I can do To give thanks to you and you and you for leaving more for me for me for me! I wanted to write a ‘Your Song’ like EltonContinue reading “This Ones For You”
Parts
If something is hanging off loose then someone else gathers it up in their hands does it become part of them? Some luck will push me into a new arena Here I will work on my parts. Some parts are almost empty vessels while others line pots like climbing ivy covers a wall. And allContinue reading “Parts”
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 