Whats ahead of Me?.....

Fuck the good
Tell me what you see
With this picture book
Is that vagina?
Before I kick that
I need to ask myself
What makes it of excellence?.
Perfect word placement?
The consistency of every working?
Having that same raw passion
Defined within each line
This is what I strive
Insanity within sanity of me
Me the who of I am of nothing to you
Because the shit can always be...more..oh so much more
I see a million stories in front of me
One billion behind me
Collecting them
Which one is a diamond
Is it really, golden?
Perhaps...zero! Yes, Zero
Zero is the importance..except for me
I find value in the strangest of ways
Things, ideas, concepts
Ways, pursuits...could be dreams
Visions easily ruined by rules
So many rules
So many experts to judge
They so long to judge me
Another stone to this head
Please bury me dead
No alive with this one
I kick and scream in darkness
They don't care
Nailing the lid down good
Write this
Don't write
Keep going
Not one dime in the pocket..near starving
Keep going
Dreamin of something beyond poverty
Keep going
Fighting for air, clawing for life
Writing, over seven billion competing
Define what sets it apart?
Give that shit an award
Elevate the man
Lost getting me high
Screw all the mentality
Rolling with my poetry
On occasion, I read something of wealth
Beat these fists into flesh
Pain is for understanding
Discipline is failing
Write better Gocni, write fucking better!
Bastard for not doing it better
Bastard bastard bastard
Get to the point
The categorizing of words
What is the structure?
Who, why, what and where bitch
How the hell is it going?
Cockroach, what is this story?
Did you follow the sequence
Just writing what seems to flow
So many questions
Zero answers
Voices so eager
Ripping, tearing, thrashing
This flesh in two
Divided like a mental psychosis
Gocni needs therapy
Floss between two ears
Sludge protrudes, oil, wax no to brain matter
Sludge that slithering snail
Pop another sedative
Look at the picture
What do you see?
My disorder
It grew wings
Oh, god..no its Gocni
Hands around your throat
Squeeze, yes, suffocating
Going to blow my top load
He's lost if folks
Gone, the name day, gone
Given to ghosts
Dancing all alone
One finger on the trumpet
One finger in the rabbit hole
My how the roses smell
Loverly
Tell me, Peter, have you found your carrot?
See
Let us play blind...TOGETHER
Gosh dammit Gocni
They all want that love factory
Hard, rough, sex
Ass up, face down
Hand smacking
Eyes towards heaven
God exists during intercourse..just call it fucking!
That story, you know
Father Timmy bangin Sister Janet
The crucifix falling
Killin them both
The story.Ah, how I love that story
No dumb shit, not that story
This story
Where the guy
Where the gal
Unite
Romance, harmony, peace, zen shit
Fine, fine, fine
Two for the dance
Her left hand within his right
Raised high, touching light
Her other hand
Nails, digging
Broad the shoulder
Claws, peelin skin
His groan sends vibes down her spine
Making soft skin tingle with delight
Thick the meat..he's into the fitness
She's turned on by his manliness
His left hand under her thigh
Gripping tight
She bites her lip a bit
Strong muscles raising
A perfect ninety the leg
Pulling her in tight
Her left eye, his right
A gaze, not even hell could separate
Dance the dancing dancers
A damn dance that never took place
Just something crossing the mind
The man sits in a wheelchair
He's well beyond in his time
Needs a changing, soiled his Depend's
That brand made for old men
Old man shit himself again
Remember, oh, how he remembers
Something he should have done
Slurping down the liquid lunch
It's like that, life is like that..shits all but jacked
You remember, when the body goes limp
All but dead and the mind just spins
Let me tell you about mother earth
She spins too, round and round, the dance
Dancing around the sun
The moon, just a small man
He loves Mother earth
Oh, don't you just feel his passion
Especially in the dark of night
Mother earth don't have eyes for the small guy
Mother earth loves the sun
Big, bold and powerful
Yes, the sun, so mighty
The protector
Nature, Hunter-gatherer
One of those
Punch, fight fuck...then repeat
The sun just doesn't give a fuck
Threw it in her
Once or twice
Then kicked her to the curb
That's how the shit works
The doctor asks
Gocni
What do you see in the picture?
An ending to a terrible artist
I took a shit in that book Doc
Closed the lid
See, look, no fucker gaze this
How wonderful a Poop-up-pop-up
Of course, it smells
It's shit, you meathead
You PHD
I'm going to shove your face into it
No, no Doc watch me
Listen carefully
Your face is going in the book
Let's see if you can breathe a piece of me
Stop, just stop it
Quit wailing your arms, ya big baby!
Take it, come on take it all in
Gocni
Tell me, what do you see?
Gocni are you with me?
Vagina
I see one big vagina Doc
Damn thing has teeth
Going to have to relive this nightmare
Sucked, from light to darkness, back to light
I can't speak
Just wailing away
I'm wet, my skin is cold and wet
Being flipped around
Manhandled like a ragdoll
My mouth
I have another mouth
Not my former mouth
This mouth is new
My scent is new flesh
Like putrid baby stench
Suckle the breast
A new breast, new to me
Milk is warm and good
I think it could use more Vitamin D
Reborn I am, Am I reborn
Though, I won't remember shit
So goes the story now
What is it?
Excellence in my oddity
fucked up right and good
You'll never know
This is just me piecing out my mind
I don't know what that pic is Doc
But the artist needs a new job.