submerge
Noah’s Flood from Gustave Doré Bible engravings
familiar twinges
my mind body recoiling
my muscles ignore the brain
inevitable, they say succumb
to the warmth pity immerses me
presupposes sorrow
and never be happy
find joy and sorrow
in what has not come
regret the past
All you have present.
failure
failure
quitter
quitter
quitter
wordsthatfloatedthroughtheairandmy
head
sure is what i say because all are
true, yet all are not bad
better now than later,
better here than there,
better i tried than not
sure is how I feel
scared…my future
wheredomydreamsgofromhere?
tom
2-25-01
lazy flies
piece and void
sucked from my heart
as the melody is brought in
love and friendship is momentarily gone
loneliness takes the place of smiles and wonder
the pressure of a non-functioning brain pushes
the last of my creativity falls
splashes like so much blood onto the page
fingers twitching in the final throes of life
typing its own eulogy
murdered brains
prod the smoldering fire and it will ignite and
consume
the curious few who gaze upon it.
question yourself, big brother, systems, motives, or
they will eat you alive claw their own way out, and feast on your
head, brain, mind, innards
ideas are murdered
killed through neglect
killed through manipulation
buried
putrid
authoritative-decapitation no longer
stymies
progress, only encourages.
grudge and spite, only for self-indulgence, are
at the wayside of
creativity
spit
on and
rub
away mucky
smudge,
I see the embryo of hate move within
open and dig through the
sludge
for the
stainless steel nugget,
black core of
truth and self worth
What was once mocked and derided as miniscule,
ineffectual
now screeches its call, its warning
Its one eye ever more vigilant without its mate
It is vengeful
It is spiteful
It has no mercy
Despite who is worshiped in defense
It claws open to see inside out
the putrid filth that caused
deception, corruption, and hate
It has no mercy
Olaf
Jan 26, 2011
liMbo sskin
skimming along the lip of the flayed film of a life that is barely
mine
my leash had frayed, torn and I have been running
free
in a fog ever since
limbo between one’s light and my coveted
darkness
this darkness satiates me replenishes my
lifeblood
feedback loop of perception my only reality
pieces of others lain across my skin, I mimic others
a shuffling and moaning
facsimile
mishmash ransom note cut of a
human
The Brain of hawkdad73 