Tag: isolation

Subtle symphonies worn in the light direct,

a great few many times regret,

dancing in a motion slower than before,

grinding against the watery hands of above,

sleeping while awake,

your eyes open my mistake,

fevered words sucked into a vacuum of unparalleled abandonment,

twisting like the knife of life,

digging deeper into my flesh,

I live yet am dying,

or am I dead yet living…

Worn and suffocating, a pillar of human madness, a throne of perpetual silence, wisdom comes and goes, words lose translation, dangerous agendas hidden from myself, a mirror reflection, a photo kept, I asked the question with words unrelated, the kiss upon thy forehead, sedation, kindness, asleep at the wheel while the driver keels over, an older man takes over, his wickedness worn like clothing, no choice, no regrets, a window in the soul of madness..

I whispered in the dark to rid myself of the words unsaid, letting go of the past in hope of something more for me, a fundamental change within myself must rhythmically remove itself from my form, a dance unlike any other, brandishing my heart strings, feathering my nets, a severed hand without fingerprints, my code forgotten, doorways locked and impenetrable, we cuss, we curve, fondness, kittens, whispering whimsical words to deaf ears unheard, I saw a yellow scorpion, it’s venom burns, tail strong, teeth, recipes for hopelessness, are you a dying swan, or am I a mirror cracked upon my skull of misery, woe is words, deception is me….

It’s the simple things that matter,

not the way you check out but the way you check in,

there ain’t no score board when your dead just a new beginning,

separate today from tomorrow with a whisper of yesterday and you’ll be partway there,

it ain’t an ending,

it’s not another chapter,

yesterday can’t be changed by tomorrow especially when you’re dead,

so celebrate and cheer,

because today there ain’t no fear,

stop pretending in your head,

because life just don’t care!

Fancy a sickness,

Fancy a few,

We play this game without knowledge or rules,

We tip toe,

We rush through,

We two and we thro,

A yesterday not remembered,

A today not fulfilled,

Tomorrow was out destined path,

But it ended in a fated fate,

A call,

A destiny,

One that could not be ignored,

Or cured…

With a passion lost comes the sun that does not shine,

For a footing of surface did fall beneath thy feet,

As the life that dragged an emptiness from within begged a question not asked or seen,

She said the sky was not mine to swim beneath,

Brandishing me with a mark unasked for and unearned,

With the mark came substance and malice,

With the mark came their hatred,

They said the light was not mine to bathe in,

So my fist became my voice,

And violence my weapon of choice,

Their blood seeped into wounds their broken bones made in my flesh,

Diseased was their linage,

Decaying was my sin,

A pyre of dreams,

Flames burning away,

My pittance,

My vengeance,

My tormented soul…

Fist clenched drenched in vomit,

Handed down the path less void,

Boils squeezes to pus filled ends,

Rashes spread from foot to head,

Vile fiends given fleshy life,

Dreams of nightmares taking flight,

Wasted lives,

Shattered thighs,

Bloody stools pushed through arseholes clenched,

We think we’re immortal,

We think we’re gods,

Life comes for us all,

Death sits upon its throne,

Waiting,

Wanting,

Knowing it’s fill will never be satisfied,

A star,

A sun,

Forever and none,

We are but moments,

We are but few,

Significantly insignificant,

Enough but not…

Septic washes ravaged through the door of sincerity,

Bashful smiles flung around so casually,

A whimper not a scream,

Delicious dreams bathed in strawberries and cream,

We are the lost night that burns while the world around us churns ever forward until it’s end,

I saw with the eyes planted in my head,

The breathless warnings of the dead,

Sorrow brought through funeral pyre,

Blessings given,

Fire,

Cleaning,

Wash the slate clean,

Dirt thrown over long dead eyes sewn shut with polyester thread,

We of today,

Those of yesterday,

Bow down to the tomorrows we have shaped,

For we are the last and they are the least,

We are the watches of our own failed hand,

We are deaths witness…

Pretty petty situation,

Soak the soldiers blood,

Suffer the separation of serpents fire,

As the harrowing haggard hovels wither away like a dark grimace on the face of forever,

Be the moment given and strike the blow of jubilant cries,

Focus the mighty arm of Zeus as you stroke the hardening tool between the unkempt locks that flow from your gut,

Live and liberate,

Succulent vibrations given life as we forget to remember while remembering to forget,

Don’t sing,

Don’t dance,

Don’t regurgitate,

Flesh dies,

Life ends,

Repetitive signals absolve the insanity,

Forever the migrant,

Lost in the endless minutes passed from mother to child as they are bore from the womb that the father worshipped with his rod of god….

I saw a man,

And he was tanned,

I saw him,

He saw me,

I came and I went,

The day is old,

My song now sold,

He was strong,

I was wrong,

He was not tanned,

I saw his eyes,

And to my surprise,

They were wrong,

His eyes were gone,

He was not a man,

This tale now told,

My soul I sold,

The devils song,

Sinning don’t take long,

Reap what you sow….

Suffocating within this withered husk,

dying flesh over decaying bones,

pain filled days,

sweat drenched nights,

I self judge,

I profess to understand,

my body,

my killer,

deaths wicked hand,

skin dressed trickery,

a marionette,

jazz hands at the ready,

let the curtain drop,

leave the dying to rot…

Latex covered miles,

within desperate eyes,

the burning flames of substance,

forgotten,

broken,

polluted sideways glances,

gouges,

fornication,

lies,

singular symptoms separated from a mirror,

wide legs apart,

victim,

lover,

leader,

cried with tears of silence,

sorrow for a moment less done…

A wasted window,

shut not open,

broken,

deceiving you,

while I’m deceiving myself,

shadowing the importance of truth,

we are the important ones,

lost in a cycle,

past,

present,

paternal and maternal,

a wisdom not give,

a sin held inside,

who am I,

who was I,

words not spoken,

silence not broken,

my voice shaken,

hear my pain,

hidden from sight,

a wasted window,

shut not open,

broken,

deceiving you,

while I’m deceiving myself…

See the dawn shine,

as the new day comes,

we wish for dreamless sleep,

no images in my head,

I was alone with me,

my pain something not my own,

it was shared about,

given to everyone who touched her soul,

I was not without,

I was lost within a sea,

look and find,

searching for a reason to breath,

my words don’t mean a thing,

suffocation a daily demise,

I cannot forgive,

the selfishness I am feeling inside,

I have no choice but to open my eyes,

and see that it’s just not me,

we all feel drained,

and in that sadness,

we will all find ourselves,

but right now,

the pain won’t let us see….

Let the images become you,

as we see the end of the day,

falling into a yearning,

giving away the change of what was,

and letting it become what will be,

a difference in thinking,

tomorrow is not for us,

tomorrow is only for me,

yesterday was a memory.

today is soon to be forgotten,

the pain a window,

my soul bleeding,

poison me bitterness,

nursing my sorrow,

your smile was my reward,

but all the images are no longer new,

just memories,

memories of you…

Paganism,

youthful wisdom,

I saw a hallow man,

he gave me three sticks full,

I poked them through the mud,

I dug up what I thought was clarity,

but instead I found out it was madness,

your eyes let them know how deep their dick was in,

while you mouth worked plentiful hours polishing them,

show me what you are,

poke the bear and run,

it’s trepidation upon the open sea,

grant me a shanty to sing to,

and I will feed the sin,

with the dying breath…

Timelines fade away,

suffocation here to stay,

murder on my mind,

slander and lies is all I find,

lying in deceitful situations,

running out of patience,

rebounding hard and slow,

words coming to and fro,

my question realised,

blinded in both eyes,

harbour lights,

devils’ delights,

we drink it down,

I’m the jaded clown,

mirror mirror,

see me stand tall,

mirror mirror,

I’m not there at all…

A blade drawn upon high,

cutting though the cord that held it up,

thy neck removed from the shoulders,

the head disconnected from the soul,

a fevered dream while awake,

satanic playthings,

flesh upon dead flesh,

sewn on backwards and inside-out,

decaying within,

like your twisted soul,

trapped without hope,

headless and alone,

the wicked halls you walk,

the halls you call your home…

Whispers wished upon a plate of overripe food,

maggots feeding on flesh,

a mirror lost in the dirt below,

I saw a devil staring at me,

asking which way it was I had to go,

a choice not mine but it was given to me,

a trust fall,

eyes closed,

wanting to believe,

while everything I harboured betrayed me,

sickness,

sadness,

insanity dipped in infidelity,

woe was the words,

given to my madness…