I am full
Fat with a yearning for a clear image
One that makes sense, shows purpose in richness of color
I want a definition
The latin root of a life imbued with authenticity
Explain it to me please
Reach down from the heavens, intervene
This human life is a trap built for rats
Destined to die in the gutters, tails stuck together with piss and shit
Humans are
The human race is
A rat king
Surviving, dependent on each other
Civilized by force
Interwoven, committed to filth
We do not move without bonking into someone else’s
Profane, self hatred.
Humans live like rats
Boxed, caged brilliance; tested, known, proved
But unused
Unused genius curdles in boxes
turns to madness.
I am a rat, stuck in s gutter,
The feet walking by are my god.
To act against the norm is an offense punishable by force
We must follow the rules to stay alive
Thus, I and every other human is RAT
Caught in a system, not designed by us.
I am not of this world, i am not clean, i am not tidy
And i cannot ignore my feelings.
So i sit here, writing, knowing theres not a person in the world that can tell
me what i need,
No one with a clear image
Just the the view from the gutter
And we’re all watching it together.
Fearfully avoiding the footsteps of a god with no remorse
The god of feet, moving, stomping, killing.
Unavoidable probability
This god will not intervene to caress and nurture my wounds
The god of civilization.
Out of work tattoo artist here, been getting some much needed paint therapy.
Wesley Pastorfield
My puzzle of experiences, observations, wishes and complexities
for others to translate, paraphrase, assume, analyze and realize.
My name is PhilJayr.
My passion is cut & sew design. I’m about community & collaborating with other creatives who are also passionate about their craft. Being able to show the rest of the world my art and what others love to do is a goal of mine.