DROUGHTS OF HEAVEN & FLOODS FROM HELL

1) I have bore droughts of heaven and floods from hell, 

To stay in the garb of Rain God's and devil's from subterranean realms. 

2) Can I breathe clean in this air of aphorism,
that pinches like salt, grief & tears of my gone ancestors?

3) "It always rains in the pits & drains of the lanes,
where my mental strings hit the keyboard,
& words produce their alchemy."

4) I want to be either all or nothing, 

when i actually could be something

5) all of the inconsiderate man , 

come to read me , 

but i speak in only aphormisms & poetries.. 

6) I cut my hair to feel something

 & I stillfelt nothing , 

yet I laughed & I weeped, 

All I could guess is cutting locks aren`t enough, one should cut connections & people , all in all.