Michael W Noland

Michael W Noland Dec 2012

Godless poetry

Dangling from a skill tree

Disgusting when i rot

Stop me
Start me
Cautiously

Fearsome knot

Frees me
Flees me
Freeze me

If hell is hot

Sock me
Mock me
Flog me

But trust me not

Its mine to break:

Michael W Noland Dec 2012

Shellfish

I will drift from you
Forget you with time
Give me what i want

I will still be mine

Michael W Noland Dec 2012

Obliqity

We decried of empty skies from lights that washed away the night.

We were blinded by the stars, while listening to our hearts, through the muffled sounds of cars, singing from afar.

We were bright and shining nothings, kissing in the dark.

Michael W Noland Dec 2012

Knotting off

I am

the end of the world, falling from the edge of a cliff.

The captain of a sinking ship

I am

Woeful cynicism

Smitten
of your ghosts and visions

I am

A prisoner of the flesh, in the fishing nets of contempt

I am

Consumed by the lust of distrusting *****, giving two ***** against their word

I am

The blur, in the rear view
when nothing is near you
but a hisssss
from the silence
of the radio hating you

I am

******

But reserved and undeserving

Shaking my fist

Scurrying for scalpels in the subtle tactics of arachnids

Slicing the webbing upon the antics of the tragically romantic

Heavy static

Attracts the stasis of all the places, loathingly desired in the wish for death

Always admired the tried and true, even desired to fly the coup and maybe **** a flock or two, as i too, could be you with my blood on the floor

Loved and adored only after ever more, in the after life of a burned out light

I Mock

The empathic stalking of my superiors in their inferior fandangos of foolish angles, strangling the dangled meat made from the proteges of kings

Meandering the wingless cities in piecful paradise

Locked

In the blaspheme of loose rings from the corpses of dope fiends

I am

Not

Michael W Noland Nov 2012

[Blue Fairy]

born of blood
from a thorn
of a beautiful flower

from the love
of the horned
adorned
in power

cowering
in the vicious
maliciousness
of the constituents
in the deliverance
to my ridiculousness

saw
twisted shapes
and contorting faces
heard
blurred words
displaced
in hateful slurs
of aggression

and i cannot count the cases
in my tasteless confessions
in my reluctant concessions
in my brutal perfection
of my obsessions

imposed against my will
you're supposed to feel
what they do
right?

opposed to killing
for the thrill
but it sometimes
just feels right

shanky gone unscrupulous

shivering
his shimmied
blood on the walls

stuttering stanleys
still silly stringing
calling for candy
but missed last call
and fell to the floor

as Bruno butchered the boar
in a deplorable fashion

a crime of passion

we were hungry
rubbing our tummies
for the honey
of bee hives

jive turkeys
turning to bunnys
for good times

but we were alive
while others were not

fraught with darkling majesty
sparkling at the seraded points

disjointed
in Freudian
ointments

self anointed
as god

standing over
some butchered
brod from abroad
wiping the fog
of dislodged
eye sockets
from my grog

how you get
from there to here
isn't really a fair mirror
on my intention

i meant to
suspend her
just enough
to face f--k
and with luck
strangle her

but she prayed to be ripped down
in her own way

my f--king way

stripped her
of dignity
wimpering
in little cute sounds

who am i?
but the guy
who spaced

hit her
too many times in the face
and replaced her
facelessness
with ***** toiletries

disappointingly
underwhelmed

still in search of a fairy
to take the helm
and ferry me
from this film

disparagingly
just spare me
the tragedy and grief
blaring from the TV

as i mock
their expressions
in my lessons
of humanity
before the flock

to shelter
my anxiety or not

gonna be
a real boy one day
and conform
to the
wayward ways

the way
of sheep

sleeping
soundly
in decay

blue fairy
gonna
marry me
one
day

be
real
one
day

one

day

1

d
a
y

a rewrite from a couple months ago. there some effed up lines that were driving me crazy.

Michael W Noland Nov 2012

openvalve

The zeros

Storm the forms adorned in the scorn of saints

Malformed in hate

headless in the taints of beasts

Beseech-ed

In the thrones of grief

Desynced

Inwardly seething the breeding of teething entities

Learning to breath in the bodies of butchers

Sent to me

Tempting me

As we may only, but gallantly trample the temples of turbulence, with the unrest of servants, tearing at the curtains of uncertainty

Certainly

Serenity's is to surrender to the satire of the cyclical rituals of daily habitual *******

Most of it

Will commit to auto correct

Show teeth and smile to the wild blue yonder, heaving bile in style, pondering the drugged and wordily wandering, of wedding rings, and how they are squandering the fonder things.

Fear mongering in mourning of the mornings.

uniforming

So the heart can sing

And I feel the abyss in all that is

Cannot dismiss the list of pits

In my gut

As i strut my luck

And wish

On the sick sedatives of my sicknesses

And in the shady masquerades of my accolades of disobedience.

Its killing you, even if you don't believe in it

Michael W Noland Nov 2012

Slight

A tearful squeeze to appease the screams, and release the dreams of a thief.

Humbly washing my hands of the blood of the lamb, i am what i am.

Discrete.

With love for man, the hand has turned the other cheek.

Free will is obsolete against a scripted destiny on repeat.

Talk is cheap as i complete my feats with the creep of wolves among sheep.

Wear their eyes in compliant surprise, walking blindly into the blade.

Defy their demise, stalking, and tryingly to portray the fate of choosing.

Flawed in the ways to delay the winner losing.

Baited and switched

Self redirected

The wicked enriched

In the city's burn