confliction

i choose mind
ov'r matter.
my heart
skips no beat
but mouth...
chit chat chatter
my thoughts'
slip down in words
but oft.
do i shatter...
esp. when i
choose
my mind ov'r matter
success's long
go ahead
& i know
am 'bout to
find my ladder
superficial nature's
what
i represent
to biopic world
or to me --
or me being madder
but sometimes,
i feel flatter
or rather get
dang flattered...
with some
things that i
swing around...
round... & round...
on my surround
that
come to
make me smile
in the sinful manner
hush... hush...
may be,
it's nature call,
& i shan't be
no sadder
sometimes,
the heart's well
molested by
its own beats
& at the moment,
after moment...
ov'r & ov'r again
with the
pang of bloody pain...
in the
name of
incapacitate memories,
i recall the
time that
i once had her
now what ---
i choose mind
ov'r matter
time's bloody gone,
perhaps,
the scars keep
conflicting
like dark weather
oh such mental conflictions
i'm in
that being lost..
& searching
something that
does really matter
perhaps,
my heart
skips no beat,
certainly do i
remind
everythin' that
tit-tat-tatter-ed
o' yeah, i'm being
now shattered
or may be,
a lil' bit splattered
yeah,
i choose my mind
ov'r matter
poor thoughts
take me
down
& then...
ol' memories
come to scatter.

ps.

the memories do now scatter

i sit down on my couch

& hope to feel damn better

but nothin' seems to matter

unless, i find my ladder.