Read and read again - Hello Poetry

Jun 2014

Sean Winslow

I thought to those hands that draw my strings
why do ghosts only haunt the living?
Fear slithers down from the stains on my ceiling
coiling thickly around my throat
dripping fetid sweat
from the tips of its' fangs

“To Spur You To Run”

so down the darkened hallways and
out to the *****
downtown streets I flew
skittering fitfully between the alleys
for risk of being seen
before slipping into that same empty bar
great bartend, ferry me from the whispering docks
ducking onto that same crooked confessional
oh holy bartend save us, your sons, we fallen fiends
where I am promptly handed
my glass of Sorrow
deliver us from evil
atop a napkin wrote with print

“All The Better To Drown You With”

it seems I have forgotten
if this sip or the last
was bitter or sweet
but it burns my eyes
cracks my ribs
thickens the air
and in the moment I see that face
out beyond the foamy waves
that shore upon the dregs
oh hallowed face of Judgement,
it seems blackened ivy has taken root
around your eyes

"Redemption's Pyre is Fueled by the Slow-Burn of Midnight Oil"

every block that I stumble by
drips pooling
orange streetlight onto the sidewalk
which wetted feet find liquor slick
and thus put nose to grindstone, idiom or no
I hear the quiet Fury
when you fall down far enough
when your ears are planted to the earth
addressing me curtly
burning up through the asphalt
stretching and ripping beneath my fingers
she lifts me screaming from the gutters

"To Hell With Forgiveness"

I find none other than Passion
standing under a spotlight
on the next street corner
always dreamed of becoming a star
you burned out far below the heavens of the hollywood highrise
she beckons me over with knowing gestures
and still wound up center stage

“I Am Cheap and Love is Dead
Buried With All The Other Fairy Tales”
to which I respond
“We Must Make Due.”

she came and left swiftly,
departing with the last of the warmth
in this empty room
her candles doused in gasoline
burn half as long but twice as bright
after which I rose and went to my window
and listened to the chirps of Melancholy
singing of sin.

New and Improved
Copyright ©2010-2013 Sean Winslow All Rights Reserved

Jun 2014

Sean Winslow

Mono No Aware

Forgotten are our pleas
to temper the dawn
So that even as the night lays silent
there are echoes,
a rhythmic thrum of time
Carried forth are the quiet souls of man
from the ebbing shores born of passing moments
toward the twilight of the flickering flame.
And land ye yet to those moors of shadow,
that evanescence of the living breath,
take heart!
For on its banks grow the roots of the Bodhi
whose branches bore the seeds for the Garden,
and its leaves are as shelter for the Spark.
Thus we bear the gaze of the boatman,
the cloak'd Moirai who guides the clocks,
as it is best to take the lilting petals
upon the tongue
and savor.

Constructive criticism encouraged.
Copyright ©2010-2016 Sean Winslow All Rights Reserved

Jun 2014

Sean Winslow

Phobos

There must be respite in the ebon quake
lids like nightling moths,
fluttered above the littered fields
barren but for the ebb and tide of moonlight
thick as milk.
Feeble grip shakes loose
tossed down below a carbon root
took hold,
a heart in repose
as it would to the sounds
of thunder.

try not to panic
Copyright ©2010-2014 Sean Winslow All Rights Reserved

Jun 2014

poeticalamity

Combustion

You used to tell me I reminded you of a star,
that I shone the brightest in the darkness
and lit up the night for you

I tried to shine brighter
to show you the way through the night

but you did find your way
to a warm embrace of someone
more than a star

I realized, too late,
that you craved something other
than a cold light millions of lifetimes removed

I guess all you saw in me
was a glow from the past,
anyway.

Jun 2014

poeticalamity

Tangible

I swear to you, officer,
I tell the truth.
I was the witness
to a most terrible crime.

You see,
there are people out there,
in the world
(you must have seen them before, sir)
who tend to despise themselves
simply for being who they are.

There isn't actually anything wrong with them
not anything you would see on X-ray scans
or a medical sheet
with little x's through boxes
and unreadable scribbles of tangible symptoms.

but their tears are tangible all the same.

The crime, sir,
is the fact that
sadly, no one sees
that figurative demons
can be as real as any disease.

Jun 2014

Irving MacPherson

Too Much Blake

Cast out Faith
into the wind
and Doubt
upon the Sea.

Believe your Self empty,
to be filled.

Cast away Hope
to the Earth
and your despair
to the Stars.

Be done with your version
of Right and Wrong.

Cast away Righteousness
into the deep
and malice where
it cannot be dredged.

Stand to replace these with Vision,
Vision and Truth.

Cast out your Human desires,
cast away your mask..
be God within you,
without you, through you.

Be done with that mask,
become your Self.

Cast them away..
Faith, Hope,
Doubt and Despair.

With rigorous Humility
choose to be Disciplined.

Cast your Self clean,
relieve your Self of these,
becoming empty to be
filled with greater things.

Jun 2014

Irving MacPherson

Working Title

From the tips
   of her fingers

To the heel
        of her soul,

One greedy woman.

  She asks:

"Teach me how to
       dance on graves,

        Show me my insides out,
           Preach to me of the ungodly.."

" I will not"  I said.
      "Look to another, I am
           unavailable.

           You would have me
                 be Sisyphus while you
                    take the Queen's throne."

Inviting all to ponder
    as you wear only a thong,
         your ******* slightly hidden in the shadow....

Your hiss is threadbare,
      just audible to those
                 in spitting range.

All is not
    welcoming
      with me,
        I was once blind
           to  your  level  of   fuckery.

No more says the man
that guides the boy within.

I have grown
   on the shoulders
       of what I once was.

To me
   your voice
      is the sound
              of two cats fighting.

What right do I have
     to dance on the dead,
             let alone show you.

Jun 2014

SM

Alive

If I choose to be awake
during the early hours of dawn
it is only so
I can stand before the morning sun
feel the warmth and light run through my veins
awaking me internally
and to remind me
how wonderful it is
to be alive

#sun #happy #alive #day #breathe #light #live #warm #awake #positivity #dawn #wonderful

Jun 2014

alice

Dimethyltryptamine

Opening my heart,
opening my mind;
I inhaled
without regret
and watched
the world
unwind.

Comfortable
in my
non-proverbial
sling-shot,
I was catapulted
from this Earth,
out of my body
and into
Hyperspace:
a sight
of radiant
splendor.

Streams
of bright,
neon color
soaked through
my vision,
illuminating
the blanketed
brilliance
of
the experience.

This eternal
round-about
spun
in wide circles
around my being,
rapidly
gaining speed,
taking flight.

Time
broke apart;
it's pieces:
fractured,
severed
and split
into
the expanse
that lay
all around me.

The walls
glistened;
scintillating
with fervent
sparkle,
a shimmering
twinkle
of prismatic
grandeur.

Breathing deep,
I felt my spirit
begin to return.

With limbs
outstretched
I grasped for
the reality
I had
just barley
touched
with
****** fingertips.

Eyes opening
back to the
shadowbox
of this
existence,
a singular
tear
escaped.

Reappearing,
I wept.

Written after a DMT journey. Magic is real.

#spiritual #psychedelic #dimethyltryptamine #dmt #outofbody #spiritmolecule #pinealgland #hallucinogen #entheogen #journeying

Jun 2014

alice

The Interstate

The drive
From Orange County to Los Angeles
Had never been so long.

Broken wipers
Black drugs
Psychotic episodes
Wet roads
And

“This is it.”
(I thought)
“I’m going to die this way.”

High
Too thin
Frightened
And
Without a Home

He continues to speed North
Trying to get his emotions to go South
And I’m frozen in the passenger seat

I smell of dirt
***
And blood

Spiraling into the abyss
I tried to remember his eyes
Inside the elevator

I stared his way,
But only the drugs gawked back

I prayed to a God I’d never seen
Begging to be saved from
My own decisions.

The demons pounded on the van
Some more
They weren’t going to rest
Tonight.

Tonight
We were dressed in black
The van shrouded in it
Tonight
We belonged to them

“This is it”

I inhaled the fumes

And surrendered.

Written a month after an extensive ****** binge and having been ***** - October 2007

#fear #death #anxiety #****** #cheating #affair #despair #panic #anguish #neardeath

Jun 2014

alice

A Foundation of Aces

In these restless days
we fight
for a bigger picture;
more broad of a scope,
to pull back the curtain.

We're building potential,
with preceding
relentless
force,
through these
mental worlds.

Strutting around
savvy *****,
sauntering by
like we know
no better.

Selling ourselves
one phony token
at a time
to a Devil
wearing leather
stilettos.

Insulting our own
intelligences
by propagating
more absurd nonsense
to the masses.

We are institutionalized;
stricken
with a historic fate
that deep seated roots
reminds us
does not need
repeating.

Be the founder
of your mind;
your
house of cards.
Inhale completely,
releasing the one breath
that matters;
yours.

Smile and worry not,
you have only destroyed
the home
the misinformed
have built for you.

Pick up the Aces
and begin again.

Inspired by the genius of Terence McKenna.

#life #reality #think #wakeup #awaken

Jun 2014

Elli

Untitled

you kiss my scars
as if they were the stars

#love #stars #10w

Jun 2014

Trieste Bergerac

Politicians

It is definitely not just me
Who finds these people lacking
In spine, morals, sincerity;
Why do we tolerate their slacking?

Behaviour we should abhor
Due to its outrageous hypocrisy,
Yet these people represent us
In what we call our democracy.

Our voice must be much louder
To gain some true control
Over the ducking and diving
Politicians have taken as their role.

Totally on board with democracy but a crying shame that the majority of our politicians are not what we deserve....quick wins instead of future health is damaging to any country. Who would run a successful business like this and expect it to run well and in the interests of its stakeholders?

#politics #hypocrisy #politicians #democracy