The Psychologist

The Psychologist

These words

These manifestations of my thoughts transformed

Transmuted into sound waves

Are gonna take you out of your comfort zone, I’m sorry

Nah I’m lying

I ain’t sorry

Why would I when I’m just sharing my pain

Can you feel me?

Of course you do

I’ll say things to make you like me

It’s scary the way I can look into your eyes and slip into your psyche

Now we’re finishing each other’s sentences

Now you like me

Get it?

I’ll judge you quietly, silently

And adjust you without you knowing

The timbre in my voice will alter your body chemistry

The look in my eyes will fire your synapses

My posture will affect yours

My expressions will disarm you

Shock you

Now you’re mine

You like me, and you like it

Remember this…

No you won’t

My laughter is amnesia

My wit is an aphrodisiac

Come kick it with me

And you come ‘cause you never met a creature so…

Intriguing – flashes through you

So you Nancy Drew-ing

Sleuthing this anomaly

Is that all she wrote?

I can speak any language fluently

Without uttering a word

Call me cocky and egotistical

Damn right

It’s my right

If I’m not then who will for me?

Word

Let’s converse

On or off topic we still on topic

I walk the road of a psychologist

Call it psycho-path

My hero is a villain named psychomantis

Let me tell you things about you

Yea that’s me standing outside that locked door in your darkest places

It’s been only 5 minutes

Disturbing isn’t it?

The truth usually is

So I’ll lie again

Its ok…smile, the public’s watching

You know they happy when we smile right

Let’s not disturb their fragile existence

Their happiness is like glass

Transparent and fragile

Here hold my hand and follow

Fighting is pointless

The monster is unstoppable

But I’ll show you the strings and how to pull ‘em

Here’s the buttons this is how you push ‘em

Smile and wave

Do a little dance

Show that strength even when you weak

Be ignant when you have too

Stubborn when necessary

Walk with independence and a dose of pride

Pay no mind

And rock aloof like Versace

Soon you’ll have them

Like how I’ve got you

Kiss my palm

I kiss your eyelids

My heart beat

You sigh

So tantric

Go to sleep

Allow this to register

In the morning you’ll be scared to talk to me

You’ll play back all that I’ve said

And you’ll scrutinize me to see if I’m trying to get into your head

But I won’t

I’m already there.

Glen Toussaint 2013©

Rant Rage Release

Rant Rage Release

I want to get into some type of trouble

This life is full of a lot of shit that just fuck with people mind

My mindset is shifting and I’m falling into jigsaw pieces

If I smoked weed I would have gone through enough blunts to make me short

My vision is broken

And I’m beyond tired

So fucking tired of just trying to live

Existing is so fucking hard

So expensive

Your blood is currency

The social economic elements are like cyanide

So we soak in our deaths trying to live

Trying to

Trying to

Why the fuck must we try to

When we should just

A flexible malleable brain trying to wrap around

My heart is in pain

My lungs just wanna collapse

I’m tired of trying

Tired of fighting

The factors in these equations are the reasons

Why guns stay loaded barrels still smoking

There seems to be no light at the end of my tunnel

So I say fuck it

I’ll drink that

I’ll smoke that

I’ll fuck her, and her, and her, and her

Sweat and cum all the fluids in me

Then go for a long swim in the Caribbean sea so that this salty tourist elixir

Will wash away my sins

Cause God and me not on talking terms

I feel like crying sometimes

Just curl up in a corner n off load like one of my kids

I don’t know to cope

But I can’t show it

And you can’t stop either

Even on vacation

The 2 weeks your ass gets for working 11.5 months

I’m angry

I’m frustrated

I got so much shit and not enough toilet paper

So I rant while listening to music

And wonder if I commit every sin

Will you forgive me?

Will Jehovah

Ra

Odin

Zeus

Shiva

Vishnu

Buddha

So I’ll just scream and rage

Cause even though we so free we can’t BREATHE

Cant say that

Cant do this

Cant feel that

Cant wear that

Cant cant cant

Till we get high blood pressure, hyperventilate and pop an aneurism

But u should be this

Say this

Do this

Get this

Till your constipated and asphyxiate and expire

Fuckkkkk

FUCK FUCK FUCK

Don’t tell me about prayers

And anger management

That I gotta be an example for the kids

That decent ppl don’t go on so

Express your motherfucking self

Do you

Then get shot down tied up and labeled

Yea that’s him

Yea that’s her

Yea that’s them

And life continues

While I bear every other’s burdens plus mine

While I die inside while living on the outside

While I stifle emotions

Watch my mouth

Watch my behavior

Follow the rules

Wasn’t I the good boy?

Didn’t I listen to my parents?

I never did drugs

I never got drunk

Never rude to elders

I didn’t eat my veggies

But I read books instead of tv

So what d fuck

This world of man design is killing me

My wings not even broken

They never were allowed to grow

Yet we’re supposed to be happy

Being creatures who just get by like cattle

Bleeding to death

As this fucked up society continues on and on

Grinding us under the wheel

So like an abused wife we just gotta shut up and take it

Lie there and take it

Be quiet and take it

Bend over and take it

To be penalized constantly

While they Dracula our ass.

So you know what??!!!???

Fuck you!!!!

Fuck you!!!!

And yes I will teach my sons and daughter to say fuck you too

Cause they ain’t gonna be sheep and cattle

And if I catch fire for this

Then motherfucker Flame On

Chupz

Glen Toussaint 2013©

Intellectually Stimulated (Feed Me More)

Feed Me More!!!

Words roaring from the lips of a muscled down, steroid pumped wrestler

Whipping the cheering crowd of the WWE arena into ever greater frenzy

Feed me more!!!

That chant, that petition for food for blood for flesh

Not only stirred the man in me gearing up to kick some jabroni’s ass

It surprisingly stirred the intellectual in me

Feed Me More!!!

Feed me, my mind said chanting along with the brute

My brain, my intellect needed to be fed

I needed words, ideas, metaphors, concepts, philosophies

The same way that that monster needed bodies

Feed me more!!!

My mind was like the cookie monster after Lent

I craved, crave wit

I crave the unrelenting use of literary devices

I crave pushing the boundaries

My mind having been brought up on light-bulb soup

Would settle for nothing less than the sensual caress of intelligent conversation

I want brains!!! Like a fucking zombie!!!

My neurons are firing even within this vegetative state

Mired in this bog of under stimulation.

I NEED an intellectual hard-on

The same old verbal pornography ain’t doing it for me

I want you to step forward

And lick my cerebral cortex

Don’t be shy

Stroke me from frontal lobe to my brain stem

Get in deep so as to nip even my medulla oblongata

Was that visual enough for ya

Did you get the picture?

The beast of my imagination is restive

Pawing at the earth, eager to run

To stretch its muscles

To out race the wind, like that blood red stallion

Creating whirlwinds as it blazed across the desert sands

It is thirsty for the ‘What Ifs’

Hungry for the ‘how comes’

Starving for the ‘just suppose’

Where I am and where I want to be juxtaposed

As I wither away from lack of nutrients

Feed Me…

At least try

Be not afraid of thought

Be not afraid of words

There is much to be said for expression

Through sound and the lack there off

Paint me pictures

Take me away

The way John Legend wanted to take away Gabrielle

Weave me into the web of your world

Of your life

Of your dreams.

So here I pose

In a perfect state of repose

Listening to every piece close

Sighing with every other breath out my nose

Listening intently for those elusive combination of words

To sedate the beast

Revive me and satisfy me intellectually

Feed Me More!!!

Glen Toussaint © 2013

Because I Love Words – Chapter Seven - The Word II

Slithering sinuously along one’s tongue

From aft to fore

Rolling with increasing delight to springboard from tip

Splashing into the unsuspecting ear of the casual listener

And the receptors of the alert eavesdropper of one’s thoughts

At times it floats

Gently

With languid feather-like grace

The softest, barest whisper across open consciousness

Eager to receive contact like an expectant lover

Awaiting chaste kiss

Other times

It bears grim resemblance to Mjolnir, flung from Thor’s mighty grip,

In weight and purpose

Searing marrow, blood, soul, even subconscious with divine accuracy

And speed

This lightning; spreading flames while dragging its thunder

Ponderously through one’s being

Ensnared within its burning web

One is unable to escape its touch

Mirror and window it constructs

Gateways and worlds it creates

Highways and byways and goat paths delineat-ed

So simply is one led

And made to see

All the creations of man and divine

In stark contrast

As blurred lines are brought to sharp focus

One is moved…

By sin, guilt or sorrow

One is moved…

By warmth, compassion or love

No not a one can remain at rest

When the Word begins to manifest

Glen Toussaint 2013©

She Rocks One Lock

The noise of artificial winter was white

Masking slight airy tendrils

Stealing frosty kisses, seemingly

Inviting featherless geese to rise upon limbs

She sat still, silent, stoic.

Staring surreptitiously at the speaker

Smiling softly at speech spoken sonorously

With a smooth succinct style

Tilted head exuding poise

Atop elegant pillar of demure strength

She rocked one lock

Draped over ebon shoulder

Caressing nape

As if

Daring one to issue challenge

‘gainst her right to her own

Shifting in her seat

She looked at home in that plastic throne

Genteel hands flitted to lips

Failing to halt the bubble of laughter

Indicative of mirth unearthed,

Divined midst Spoken Word.

Surely she possessed a fine ear

And mind intimate with wit

To woo I was at once bit

By muse of thought

To pen nameless empress

Who rocked one lock

Glen  ‘Charlie Roots’ Toussaint 2013©