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fabled,

castrated and alone,

a function no longer connected,

my alter broken as I start the fire,

changes coming through incessant mumbling,

my sweetest straw of rawness,

linguistic preservation lost in a rapid moment,

fleeting lost words from the song that’s sung,

holding me close,

yet not within,

I know your right,

when you said your words,

but it didn’t stop me from bathing in my lies,

while I swam in a sea of all you are,

ask me again,

watch my lies read true,

I couldn’t trust you,

because I’ve never trusted me…

who I am and was is lost inside this worm ridden carcass,

decaying flesh lathered over brittle bones,

I crave to be,

I want to be free,

but a cursed cross holds me under,

it’s message flippant in its words,

my measure less than it was before,

crippled intent,

hate a word soiled in regrets,

I was,

now I’m not,

faded in the memories of others,

shrouded in the touch of death,

words written in my name,

subjective thoughts without my interpretations,

your grief not mine,

the warmth of its glow,

finally I’m free….

 

This was written using Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt, the word this week was GLOW.

woven in the skin beneath my flesh,

is the words written for those that can see,

sewn into the underneath are rhymes destined to be,

I wrote a sonnet in summer,

I burnt it to keep warm in the cold,

it birthed itself in my nightmares,

flimsy recognitions,

windows in place of mirrors,

I kept the fire burning,

I worshipped the birds and bees,

fragmented sentences,

titillation of tendencies,

we gave,

we took,

pathetic lies stolen in our sleep,

I saw the image,

I gave it a name,

that name was me,

and I was it,

we were us,

one,

and all…

we made the devil do our deeds,

he was not intimidated,

for he was not a he,

a she,

a thing,

a them,

or a they,

he had no orientation,

but he had one we could see,

hidden in simplicity,

I gave the world a moment,

I showed the sun how to shine,

we saw,

we seen,

a vision of something new,

something old,

I wished,

I wrote,

tomorrow…

forgiven fantasies allow one to be,

a wish list,

hidden in the decay,

I wanted to know,

to see,

flesh underneath the sea of red,

who was I below,

a wanting,

a need to be free,

enclosed lies threatening to break,

a miracle minor,

lasting impressions,

phobias,

deceptive devices,

struggling to see,

a wardrobe malfunction,

three steps away from being me,

so dry your eyes then cover them up,

the next ride is going to be more than enough…

I saw a man who was not me,

his eyes were weary,

his smile was long,

a wisp of hair ran across his head,

his life seemed empty,

for he was dead,

but he called my name,

this decaying man,

he held a mirror that gave no reflection,

he held a mirror that was cracked,

the sea run red,

a splintered shard,

not glass but soul,

a necessary forgiveness,

a plot,

a goal…

we missed the moment when the world was bright,

we hid in the darkness,

we bathed in its night,

a fairy-tale story filled with deception,

weathered winters,

scorching sun,

a missing plot line,

a screw lose and lost,

we call the simple things,

we pray for the light,

but a day late,

a foot short,

a forever to regret…

a manic movement,

justified underneath,

flooded,

why am I,

stuck from the inside,

twisted intent,

weathered pain unverified,

hallowed words,

sober sorrow,

there was a moment,

I recalled the wisdom for it was collected in preparation,

For there was a day to come,

etched in a wayward way,

but in the end its just another lies,

something else that doesn’t come,

so fear me,

keep me,

why did I,

when I could,

or the older,

I’m young,

but aged,

be my parents,

or regret the end…

a credence given fly,

alone doesn’t seem the same,

a voodoo that isn’t me,

something that couldn’t be,

windows without doors,

houses without floors,

aside,

inside,

it stood beside me,

while I waited,

or did I,

maybe I was lost,

maybe I wasn’t anything,

degrade me,

be me,

I am nothing,

yet you be,

while I,

I am me…

wash my floorboards,

cleanse the sea,

imply an illusion,

frolicking free,

a moments grace is given,

misogynistic fertility,

awoken in the early hours,

awoken by me,

my self sedated,

my misery,

happenstance,

confined to a confidence that slips from depths not known,

a subtle whiff of corrosion,

corrupting focuses not met,

petri dishes overflowing,

man’s demise a given…

sacrificial not sacrifice,

the constant shifting,

the blade of a knife,

seven sides of a story,

sixteen eyes see,

a wayward smile,

tenure done,

tension focused,

away we drift upon seas of red,

sycophant dreaming,

migration from one day to another,

we mix the mistakes in with the lies,

drawn together,

better apart,

castrate and cultivate,

blessed from the start…

a single malt with a twist of lime,

deceiving ventures told with knowing lies,

a wisdom broken beneath the skin,

an unhappiness seen from the outside looking in,

broken beyond the pointed sky,

sultry looks with payment in mind,

we are given to fly,

words woven to facilitate an understand,

misrepresentation in all aspects of fact,

political assassinations without any tact,

lower-level miracles,

not magic but slight of hand,

we give,

we take,

but we never are complete…

a writing not written,

a wanting not seen,

facsimile smiles,

we harbour our fears,

and fester our lies,

the devil our saviour,

a simple restitution,

eyes on the prise,

cum covered pillows,

crust covered thighs,

there is a symphony of percussions,

music only I can hear,

the foreboding,

the forbidden,

the end is where I begin…

sand lined boxes,

salt laced drinks,

we are the experiments of a dying disease,

the human race,

not run,

not won,

a breed pushing towards our own extinction,

bleeding eyes,

decaying lies,

we are,

but we are not,

poignant reasons to why,

but no fight,

no life,

denied…

a wayward glance towards an ending you gave me,

decided upon by a power trip,

wholesome worthless whining,

poisoned waters,

lies,

deceit,

we gave all,

yet you wanted something else,

directions unspoken,

lines drawn yet not shown,

we are the dead walking,

without knowledge or fact,

a wisdom shared,

but not with those that needed it,

pictures painted without paints,

you are lost,

without open eyes,

blind,

but so are we…

harboured views of a distorted vision,

given life by a demented villain,

i waged war to the den of thieves,

victory continued out of reach,

i taught to wield the devils sword,

vinegar and blood,

semen and spit,

a solution,

revolting,

we cup,

but we cannot,

i saw you suck the flesh of man,

it scoured you as it came,

one moment,

divided by two and multiplied by a thousand,

sacrifice a few for the many,

dances,

fornificated,

we are,

you too,

braised pork and a figment or two…