Gouged out eyes
Cut out tongue
Pierced eardrums.
Feel the drum
Blind, deaf, mute
Feeling like never before
Cauterize the fingers,
Cauterize the toes,
Stench?
Where’s your nose?
Feel the prose?
Floating in Floats.
Tasting all tastes.
Screaming through screams.
Seeking through Seas.
Making senses make sense.
Breeze thaws freeze
Bears climb trees.
Christ on His Knees.
Poems, wine, cheeze
Sheep to the slaughter
Now, no one’s free.
Every knee bowed.
Wake up, no one’s free
Awake? we’re all free
Wake up, no one’s free
Awake, we’re all free
Wake up,
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 3:28 AM UTC
Hello, Poetry.
What happened to you?
What turned, when did a “thumbs up” become the end?
Then again,
A “thumbs up” was at the start.
So where was the turn,
Perhaps in our heart?
So, watch me now.
Watch me fly away and never return.
Questions answered,
Poetry answered my call,
It gave me wings,
And I fly away from It all.
Goodbye, Poetry— I mustn't, I can’t, I will not see you next Fall.
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC
Writing,
Drawing and painting.
Woodworking,
Welding and making.
Circuitry,
Electronics and more.
Pneumatic, mechanic, IC chips galore.
***** in the veins,
skewed and torn.
Hangovers battled, and seemingly won...
...as the body grows numb...
...limbs waking in hazy hum.
Roll another,
Tobacco makes its mark—
Lungs defiled,
Body failing,
Cherries burn brightest in the dark.
Lets call some lucky,
That they knew from the start,
Yet I continued hoping,
He would come back and restart.
The years draw on,
The day the pickup drove away,
I screamed for him,
Did he hear? check the review mirror and then accelerate?
Children of my own, a wife, and a home.
5150,
It's waiting....
It's ready, patiently prone.
Context needed,
Needed for concepts to churn
Listen closely.
A decibel past a whisper —
A Truth heard from the urn.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 4:39 AM UTC
Dying by suicide.
Drowning myself,
Scorching myself,
Withering and frail,
Mental suicide,
Pickled brain,
Chasing my tail.
The courage lost,
That day I set sail.
Myself and my sorrows,
Going down with the ship,
Clutched to one another-
Drowning partners,
Vests float on by.
We are going down with the ship.
Now, I'm stuck down here.
A fate unforeseen.
Here, at the bottom of the sea.
A pocket of air and borrowed breath-
Water collapses in,
And stifles my cry to be free.
Blackness ensues,
People mourn.
A heart renews,
Mending what was once torn.
Looking down, the ships float on by.
Knowing now,
They all sail on a bottomless sea.
And their end,
Is their only chance to be free.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
You were smaller then,
You called me Da Da.
Id pick you up,
hold you close,
Tears and snot, seeping through my shirt.
I wish I had that shirt,
wish I never washed it.
Id wear it always,
And pick you up,
hold you close,
And remember when,
when you were smaller then.
Praying that You and I,
would never end.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 7:07 AM UTC
Words are nothing.
To the blind I say the same.
In action truth is realized,
In tongue merely shaped.
Both sides lived-
With sight and without.
Words have their appeal,
Zero comparison to heartfelt zeal.
locked-in syndrome-
the ending to conundrum.
senses are endless,
The confusion shows they're senseless.
Let the "ending" perpetuate,
In circles lie the debate,
No resolution to celebrate.
All the while, the "Locked-in"
May have a real chance,
at finding the voice within.
Words are empty,
Being can simply-
The way to attain,
A truth fanned into flame.
Where skeletons in the closet, may now meet their slain.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
3am....boom!
Door slams, feet pounding on stairs.
4am....boom!
My household remains asleep, Only me and my cares.
They come in all colors,
different flavors,
unique fears,
No status quo,
different walks,
All sorts of careers
The business owners,
The urban campers,
The highschool dropouts,
Grownups still in Pampers.
Theres even the alumni,
with their bumper sticker,
All taking a medicine,
that only makes them sicker.
All the while, the thoughts harbored within-
Makes me think, this wall we share, may as well be paper thin.
I smell the smell,
Made a call with a cell,
No help from the ones dressed in blue
Just me and myself, seeing it through.
The war is mine,
The battles they own,
Let it end, before this wall we share,
Becomes their gravestone
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 9:26 AM UTC
When I was up,
Skipping cloud to cloud,
No one was found,
I sang for none to hear.
The next day I rise
Yawned-
and surprise,
It left me with just the Fear.
I cannot speak,
This voice I lost, left the day it found no ear.
The people stare
They warn beware, apologetic hugs.
Apprehension clothed by guise.
Groaned and fought,
through exasperated thought,
A bitter lesson this is taught:
In murmured state, accepting fate,
**** that voice,
It’s incessant noise."
Silence makes this clear.
Now use two things called ears,
Listening for,
That long lost voice.
A rhyme beyond it’s years
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
I wrestled with God
and I won,
Victory now marked by a limp.
I shuffle through life.
My infirmaries the people's jest.
Yet I know-
The roles She willfully exhanged.
She looks above from my footstool.
She does not grovel,
She is no sore loser.
She knew Her opponent.
She knew the game She designed-
The rules She made for man.
She stepped down to contend in my arena.
She shook my hand,
the Referee set aside,
She raised my arm.
At last, Atlas rises...
And Creator and Sabbath are one.
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
4am and I was naked,
Drinking cheap, listenin' to Lewis.
Things have changed now,
Im wearing clothes.
Fatigued from the fog-
My hand pulls over my face.
It smells of *****
She's my Commitment, My Anchor.
And my ultimate capsize.
Her ankles in my hands, legs spread to their limit,
Eyes locked, piercing breaths-
I want nothing more,
Every ****** as if the last.
My bliss,
Before Death's ending kiss.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 8:18 AM UTC