ishmyre-of-the-inferiors
American
Just floating on this rock until I make it home... / / I am an old man now. I can count my friends on one hand. I like it that way. I found peace. I wish the same for you. I enjoy reading poems about something other than love, nature, and/or ego driven angst. Though I myself am guilty of these indulgences at times, I do make an attempt to at least make it interesting. / / I leave coded messages in a lot of my work that reveal the underlying meaning of each piece. If you can crack them, good on you. Hint: They aren't always words. / / As far as copyrights go: Steal them. Say they are yours and that they came from your mind, body, and soul. You've got to live with that, not me. I do not intend to use my work for monetary gain or worldly fame, so I honestly couldn't care less. These are just my thoughts on a page.
I was ready,
but they said hold on...
Left me standing right here by myself
shooting dice in the middle of Rome
Since, I've found
with each roll I get closer
to figuring it out...
Pretty soon I'll know it all
For now, just keep it steady
No need to rock the god ****** boat
I'll bite straight through my tongue
Spit out the blood and try not to choke
Would you tell me
that it's funny as long as you're not the joke?
Clichéd sob story angry kids
with a half a mind to tell you so...
Come on now,
You create the future
with how you're living each hour
and every minute that creeps by
The second that
you realize
it has passed
another one is through the door
But, I'm ready.
I think I'm done digging my hole
Guess I'll climb on out
and wander around for awhile
Since now I've got a place to go...
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
Oh, Torpedo,
it just ain't the same!
Since you've been gone
it's like I've been in restraints
Just a frustrated Pit Bull
yanking at his chain
Determined to break free
So I can gallop at least
Fifty miles past insane...
Maybe I'll see you when I get there,
and you'll be crazy enough to love me back
Like you always did
but, we were both too scared to act
Or, maybe that's not it at all
Perhaps the story is even more tragic
Could it be that I'd been victimized
by a most nefarious magic?
The type that tricks your heart
into believing it belongs,
That it has a place,
and has found it?
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
I need to heal...
But you keep on ripping my stitches
It's kind of suspicious
That flesh and bone can be this resilient
You're one in a million
But I can't help but believe that you're guilty
Of trying to **** me
Why do you ****** my feelings?
I swallow pills...
So I can continue my mission
To tune out all the ********
And self-obsession, it's sickening
I'm ripping holes in your memory, turning ashes to sigils
I can't believe that you think
That I'd take all of this sitting
I promise you, this time
There will be blood on the ceiling!
And on the walls
All down the halls
And up in the Attic
Chop you up into tiny pieces
And hand feed them to maggots
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
She closed her eyes and strode towards the door
At the edge of her Mind where she found
Sixty One point Eight percent more!
She thought for a spell, then continued her tour
At the end all she found was
Sixty One point Eight percent more!
This puzzled our ***** or perhaps she was bored
Still, she continued walking, inevitably towards
A Future that contained Sixty One point Eight percent more!
I closed my own eyes and strode towards the door
At the edge of my mind and I thought:
*I wonder if you're wondering
If you wander while you're wondering
If you understand that by pondering
During all your Mysterious frolicking
That you, too, have a door
And beyond it there lies
Sixty One point Eight percent more!*
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
On this, the day of the dead
I decide to visit the graveyards
Scattered about my head
I light candles and leave flowers
In memory of those memories
That I had to leave behind
I visualize the scratches
The deep, ****** gashes
Infected by Fears
And cauterized by Bold Action
I kick the dirt about
And spit new flame upon the ashes
Even still, not an ember remains
Not one shackle, or tether
To bind these shredded pieces back together
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
As above, so it is below
Do you feel the vibrations?
Now, what is it that you know?
Is this your truth, obscured by sacred words
Spoken from the mouths of unwashed Beasts
Dressed up, disguised
As Monks, Poets, and Priests?
It's all very simple
Orderly and neat
The Universe is a closed system
You must look within
If it is Truth that you seek
You have always been
Therefore, you will always be
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
“I had a plan for you, my dear;” her whisper ruthlessly pounded at Matvei's overwhelmed senses. His entire environment shifted and trailed off; his vision useless, a muddy smokescreen of shapes and colors bleeding into and breathing out of one another.
“A glorious plan, indeed,” she continued, her whisper becoming the hiss of a rattle snake, then slowly shifting pitch, going through every mode, until it was in perfect tune with the deep resounding purr of a well pleased kitten. Which, as fate would have it, was exactly the creature that had taken a seat in front of Matvei's double. The double, still suspended in mid-air, continued wrestling with his chains and screaming madly at the swirling pool of blood at his feet; the vision of the dogs violence still dominating his feeble mind.
Being so occupied, Matvei's double took no notice of the small black kitten as it lapped at the blood between its long and bassy purrs.
“You're without that precious body of yours these days, Sweet Matvei!” The woman explained.
“Or, maybe you've yet to notice that as well? You thick headed pig!”
Stolovsky's vision returned; he was back inside his body. He was the double.
“How's that, dear? Better?” the blood stained kitten at the edge of the swirling pool purred sweetly.
Stolovsky didn't respond and turned his gaze upward. He saw her for the first time; she was beautiful, ungodly so.
“Clean your head up, you animal! How dare you think of me that way!” she laughed.
Her voice returned to what one would expect from such a beautiful creature; the sweet vibrations of a woman, flirtatious and soothing to the ear of any man.
“I'm flattered, really, but we hardly know each other. At least, you hardly know me. Though, sometimes it is best that way, I admit!” she mused, finishing the thought.
“But, on to business then, shall we?”
“I don't suppose I have a choice, do I?” the words escaped Stolovsky's lips as though they were not set free by choice, but of necessity, by reflex alone.
“No. By the looks of it, you really don't, do you?” the spirit retorted.
“Who are you!?” Stolovsky screamed, unsure if he wanted an answer.
“I wouldn't raise my voice to her if I were you, dearie.” purred the kitten, as if it were attempting to instigate some sort of violent reaction from the spirit.
Those kittens, one must always be wary of a blood stained kitten! It is a thing to avoid, afterlife or otherwise. Be that as it may, the kitten's attempt at being the provocateur seemed to have quite the opposite effect.
“My name is not important.” she sang, her voice continuing to astound Matvei's senses, the sweetest evil you'd ever want to hear.
“You can call me Jehovah if you'd like!” she laughed as she spoke.
“Right now, you are my child, my sovereign property. I can do with you whatever I wish!” she paused for a moment, to allow Stolovsky the opportunity to recognize the gravity of the situation.
He did not.
She continued on, her voice shifting again,
“And let me tell you, boy, you've been a great disappointment! Did you know that?”
The rumbling of her tone, the changes in her pitch, were beginning to drive Matvei mad; he'd never heard anything like it! It was absolutely nauseating.
He attempted to gather himself; this was all so confusing. After all, wasn't he dead? Should he fear this, this, whatever it was? He controlled his anxiety enough to ask,
“What are you?”
“She's your new master, Matvei! And a wonderful master, indeed. You are very fortunate!” chirped the blood stained kitten.
“I believe he was asking me, X. Away with you, you ***** kitten!” Immediately, X vanished into thin air. Stolovsky stared downward, mesmerized, as his double was, by the pool of blood swirling beneath him.
“Am I dead?” he asked the goddess.
“You don't even know what that means, you idiot! Besides, you'll be worse off than whatever you think you are now if you keep asking silly questions. Now shut up and listen to me!” she replied.
“There is someone I'd like you to meet.”
As she said this, it appeared to Stolovsky as though the layer of existence that he had, until this very moment, believed himself to be in full occupation of, swelled outward at an amazing speed. It was as if he'd become as tiny as a quark and yet, he continued to become tinier still. He could see nothing recognizable; the sheer brilliance of giant photons zapping through space was enough to blind him. Even as he noticed this, they became infinitely larger, like suns themselves.
Stolovsky felt as though he were falling through it all, becoming smaller and smaller; or, was everything else growing larger and larger? He struggled to reposition his body. The intense pressure of the experience was becoming unbearable.
He could feel his rib cage sinking, his heart struggling, his lungs collapsing as he desperately clung to whatever consciousness this was that he was currently experiencing. X, the blood stained kitten, appeared to him just as she had been moments before.
“It feels strange doesn't it?” she asked.
“What is happening to me?” Stolovsky replied, struggling with the words.
“You're dying the Second Death. Don't worry, it'll only take a minute.”
Before the kitten could finish the sentence, Stolovsky's eyeballs popped, hurling frozen droplets of organic material in all directions.
The frozen droplets would continue to fly on for many years, some straight through into eternity. A few would be so fortunate as to crash into other, much larger, groups of particles and give rise to some very interesting lifeforms. Who, as fate would have it, would go on to destroy one another, along with one-third of their known universe, trillions of smaller universes, and something that may amount to a shoelace being vaporized in my level of existence, in a great war a few hundred billion years later. But alas, a story for another time.
“Oh, wow. That was much quicker than expected, Old Boy!” purred the kitten, pleased at this unforeseen turn of events. "Dr. Orville will be so pleased to learn of our improvement! I must tell the Master straight away!"
And once again, that silly blood stained kitten disappeared. Things were about to get very interesting for Mr. Stolovsky. The Third Life awaits.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
Don't think that I've forgotten you
I haven't, and I never will
You haunt my dreams
In quiet moments
When the chaos subsides
Turning corners and rounding bends
As your name remains stuck in my throat
Like a spear dipped in poison
I still think of the good times
And rewrite the fairy tale
That ended before it ever began
Then, I go back to my place on the shelf
Of regrets and Charon's tokens spent
And whisper softly to into the thick, dusty, air
“Never again. I understand, I am a misfit.”
At least it's comfortable here
I've served my purpose
Stated my Creed
Planted seeds that have grown
Into unassailable thoughts and lucid dreams
That one day will bear fruit and give shade
To nourish and protect that sweet soul that I cherish
Should it remain, inside
The image of that beautiful, but crafty, Aquarian
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
Time? It is but an attempt to measure the immeasurable
A cruel trick to plant seeds of fear and doubt
Into the souls of the ignorant and gullible
The god(s) do not favor the the meek
How could they relate to passivity
When action and reaction are the means
By which creation is established?
Why do you sit, begging at the altar
Rejecting what you are?
Were you not told you are a reflection
A beam of light refracted from the source?
What if all creators just sat there hoping, praying
For others to do their work?
Where would you be then?
You ask for favors without sacrificing your sweat
Your blood, your tears
And you expect in return something other
Than a hearty laugh and vicious rebuke?
You are a pathetic **** ant, human.
Granted power you refuse to wield
Why would we trouble ourselves to serve you?
We've already given all that there IS!
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
We've lost count of the times
That we've killed ourselves
Become new
Scorched Earth
Laid a past to rest
We don't even have funerals for them anymore
There are no emotions left to process
We just light the match and let the flames infest
The crevices
The ones those feelings used to attack
We've taken a break from the program
And there aren't enough ones and zeroes
In the whole ********* Universe
To make us come back
The faces have all become pixelated
Not one more important than the others
They'll all pretend to be your Brothers
Sisters, Mothers, Friends
And Lovers
But, you'll soon discover
When the mist dissipates
And the illusions are all torn asunder
When the harsh scowl of Baal greets you
With an absolute absence of color
That they were all none other
Than the Devils
You sought to destroy
To purge from the Earth
To banish to the Void
Reality is cold
We decided it would be best to avoid it
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC