Density Release (My Water Hole)

It expands, the cloud above.
He who listens near.
Such a thirsty sky.
In love
To whom kneels, lays beside me,
Can I stir in anymore expansion?

Thank you sun for making me!
Blow my body around!
I forgive all people for what’s to be!
Where shall I go?
Big, Columbus like,
In a declining state.
No forest will do me good,

She must be willing.
My blessed water hole.

I can’t handle this!
This expansion grows tense,
Sucking,
An endless supply,
Still I keep flashing!

My crushing signals are close, and long.
The most important decision
To a dense floating cloud.
Who will listen? Who will listen?

Zombification

Appeasing the broken lonely crowd.
A mass of meat and stoic to the beat.
A mass of hairspray stuck on group-discrete.
You lose your purpose tonight,
By shifting your face to makeup desperate.

Stay,
The beauty of you.
Remain,
To self love and truth.
And claim,
Your wretched twin of youth,
With guns, knives, and blades.

You enter,
A wolf-pack of desperation.
Lambs with signs that say “Eat here!”
Pointing to their chest.
How is emptiness so praised and weighted?
So you empty your innards the go to dance,
Zombie whore who fell for the trance.
Turn back your purple bloody face,
You were never meant to see this place.
Return to your previous existence.
Your first estate and knowledge.