Just Malanb poem - March 11th 2015

Rorschach test on floor
Turns realities
In future thoughts written on screen and earbuds
To new path
On railway
To mediocrity
And deposit met as payments
For dreams unfortunately employees
Find empty
And time keeps changing
Yet the reality is repose
To stationary position
in of slow death of fantasy

-by Malan Heydecke

want more

Folk lips
unreliable
Minds
unpredictable
Actions
unreasonable
yet they want more
yet they want more

Complaints
constant
Ears closed
mouths
resembles 7-11's
Actions
none taking
Same story never written
yet they want more
yet they want more

As dreams become cloudy
in waking moments
Theirs
Realized in gleaming sunlight
eyes open
in both cases
heart begins to close in one
yet they want more
yet they want more

Final Stage
Soul
dries up
Internal death
External Shell develops
Nothing left
I'm on empty
yet they want more
Mouths water
and more
Stomach growls
and more
more
more
yet they want more

Rough Poetry Drafted right

This is me
my opinion
my verse
my sermon
As records plays
and people be complaining
Saying you will never
see
be
or obtaining

Anything worthwhile
to them
everything I touch
must die
Too bad I'm always dying to live
and you
living to die

Eyes
wide open
Theirs
always shut
Mine keep moving
You still in a runt

The gonzo knife
flowing from the lips
can't cut me
Thought you knew better
You should sharpen up

Slick lips
stale tongues
too bad I can't hear nothing that not fresh enough
Sorry
no voice tones
Strange dialect
can't hurt me

Yet Sadly
I'm still contemplating
On their wordplay
exiting their mouths
affecting my Temporal Lobe
every day

Haters voices never leave
So I freeze
Time
Period
Moment
Age
Year
Date
As if I was one of batmans' nemesis