hang futile objects
and applaud the bursting of their vessels
nod with approval their reddening eyes
as life is drained and colour destroyed
clear blue or jade
now messed up and strained
burst screaming out of the skull
commend the death of things
that we,
the sitters of chariots
the masters of dogs
the burners of oil
have no use for
that we,
who redesigned nature
can not benefit from
we,
who for ourselves
exist
and conduct the orchestra of an axel´s
turn
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Chased alone by Exterior Judgment he found himself face to face with The Mirror,
Its surface winked at him, but the person who stared back from within did not.
And then came his Interior Judgment. He asked of The Mirror,
“Phase me out,
Obfuscate me,
Obliterate this judgment I feel.
Make me concrete
against which solitude will
beat its relentless fist
so that I will no longer bleed or bruise”
And so came his christening, the depth of shallow water.
For years he paddled and splashed there knowing his time would come,
Because this was where real pleasures lurked, just beyond his reach.
“Cloak me here,
Keep me invisible to all,
Except those who matter,
And then take me blindly to my coffin”
And one day, while he lay in the pool, he felt the world’s foot on his back,
And he gasped for air, though for what use he didn’t know.
Years later when he finally captured his breath, the only words left were:
“Make it stop.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.”
And now he stares back into The Mirror and the Mirror glares back.
And he wonders who he could’ve been.
Where all those years had been spent.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
Misery is an unrelenting downward escalation.
The heaviness of trapped energy becomes real weight,
it drags you down and fastens you into position,
a relaxed position, though you are not relaxed.
Placed this way, you burn as unstable chemicals burn,
fall as heavy objects fall when dropped by those
who possess them.
You are abandoned.
Left to stew in this pit of flames.
Those you danced and laughed with stop holding you hand,
for who would wish to cling to a burning thing?
This is why you deal with The Issue alone.
Because those who claim not to need anybody are liars
who wish to justify their solitude,
who wish to bury the fact that their companions,
when proven incapable of helping, no longer wish to help.
Alone, you are disgusted with them.
But now you understand. You do not act as they do
when the black clouds part because you have gained more
alone than they ever will together. And when you see
the blue sky again and regain your ability to fly
you will forever leave them and theirs behind.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
Torn between a hundred mindsets,
never resting on one.
See-sawing back and forth,
swinging high and low.
Spinning on the roundabout,
experiencing a thousand views and one.
There's no black and white.
Who would want to see in such binary vision
when the multitudinous colours are
incomprehensibly twisted and ugly
and so rich and beautiful?
Duality? Quadrupality? Infinitality.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
They don't care why.
They don't care why.
You can laugh maniacally,
burst in screaming, burst out crying,
and they will look at you cheaply.
You can lie fetal and slam
your fist down repeatedly.
And they won't care why.
They don't have the patience
or the sympathy, to dissect it.
They act in a societal manner
and expect you to reflect it.
The only thoughts your outburst
evokes in them are those of how
their lives are affected.
They don't care why.
They don't care why.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
Life is not hateful. Nature is.
A person can't make It happen so
he acts as a shark and moves without remorse, though
a mere ten second's contemplation
and emotional, intellectual understanding
of the things he, without sorrow, ignites in his wake,
would be enough to force his hand to
tie that well deserved noose and slip it around
his slimy neck and hang himself dead.
He, much like a snake, is deaf to the
screams of those he has bitten, and blind
to the ruin behind him. His one track mind -
his selfish mind - which blocks out all that his nature doesn't wish
for him
to acknowledge - does
for him
what is convenient
for him.
Eliminates the reality
for him.
That is his nature's wish.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
They say that psychologically we all got triggers,
but they're just part of the guns to our heads.
A day job requires you to hit certain figures
and in that regard those triggers are all pulled
simultaneously
I don't say it lightly, the lot of us are simply doomed
if we stay here. And truthfully that's what I dread.
The fact that we never move from this ******* room
is a constant testament to our nature.
our divine comedy
Have we become futile? To tell you the truth, probably.
Who did that? Them or us? Who tossed away the toast
and handed us the dry, hi vis laden crusting?
You, my friend. You who tripped. You whose mind
is stripped away
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
I live in fear
and worry.
While I'm here
everything is a slight
against me.
Noone to go to and
nowhere to flee
The only thing keeping me
here is money
Tell me all is well
No need
to hurry
But the clock
is ti ck ing
I can't see
what I'm mis sing ?
nothing matters
more
than money ?
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
Inward fury
The creative jewelry
A mind plagued with fire
As it counts every turgid wire
Time spent here is sorely a waste
The mind surely starts to operate at a slow
and let's be honest
******** pace
**** this place.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
Crawling into my own head space
only reminds me of the mediocrity
that climbs the walls of every town and city.
Every thought that races furious around
my brain screams
that I can never be the curious one.
Just the One who observes and never truly
finds his home.
Just the One who whimpers
among those who talk big
and in arrogant tones.
An unfamiliar thing that
never embeds itself in-
to my being.
Talk of arrogance - everyone has it.
Even those who are above it.
Even the One who is not amongst the arrogant,
because he is alone with it. He does not
confide it.
For the One who sits alone confides only in himself
and shares his arrogance with nobody.
Why else would his self indulgent scripture be titled as it is?
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC