Go to work. Get engulfed. Thicken your constitution. Deaden your nerves until feelings glance off of your steely exterior. Your apathy is a samurai, deflecting emotions with unnatural precision. PLING PLING PLING PLING the fallen garnish your feet like pencil shavings. You are sharpened.
[reads a news article about people suffering]
Somewhere, seemingly distant, a voice cries or sings. It starts faint, but you know it's going to get much louder. No. That's not quite right. You know it IS much louder.
You know its volume is being filtered somehow. You know because you're doing the filtering. Or a least you're trying. [trying is the wrong word] fighting. You are fighting this noise down. You are an indomitable force that fights everything. Wasn't it you that moved like wind? Wasn't it you that struck your enemies true? A warrior that stands fearless above all.
[something is looming]
Of course you would want to tune this out. It's not just a loud noise. Pretty sure there's pain involved. Pretty sure you might be hurt. That's why you had to turn the noise down. [it's a scream] the scream down. I mean, even a warrior is scared by pain. No shame in that. The scary scream had to be muted. It's what anyone would do. It doesn't make you less warrior. I mean, did you see those moves out there?
[PLING PLING PLING]
But something is not right. This [scream] is somehow frightening. You don't feel very warrior–like right now. You feel ill. Weak. How long have you been fighting this noise down? How loud is this thing? I mean, is it safe to check or will the noise crush you where you stand?
It's considered unwise for a man to open his door when he knows a flood is on the other side.
But you need to open this door. You've been dishonest with yourself [Sun and moon and stars and void] You've been dishonest with the cosmos and it's time to repent. You will drown. It will be relief somehow.
[Go home. Get engulfed. Open up your conscience. Feel your scream in every emotion as they ripple throughout your juicy guts. Your catharsis is a newborn fawn, clumsily alerting every predator.]
You are broken. You are crying. You are the screaming. [steel melts] You were cutting down yourself with precision. [PLING]
You'll wonder how it can be so, in a fair world, that this scream should be turned against you.
After all, you've been taught that a warrior keeps their screams to themselves.
gentle dreams daybreak and remtime valuable by no measure like god talk we keep but forget we keep by forgetting
if it repeats repeats we are scared how it wears don’t get it *****, soiled or torn or worse yet by stillness we see the flaws that were there from the get and how do you now shine before previousness yestearlier after nextnous tomorrowizes? and I commit how do you now shine other than shining now?
do your best forgetting for this for this is the needle that played your groove to a groove some moments need repeating before they retire from action to fear and loss play play and play again repeat repeat
I have examined the concept of eternity It does and does not go Put more plainly A battle of tos and fros ***** headed cosmos ***** strings strung into dark matter Woven wormholes Like to have seen you all here before Forgive me if I'm not surprised Forgive me if I'm not moved By anything but the struggle to comprehend The actual effort to collide with thoughts The manifestation of compassion When there is so much blackness ******* on blackness It's a miracle anything survives at all It's a ******* error of probability That a few muscles can upturn lips To a smile or a kiss A ******* travesty of galactic proportions That light was allowed to break the curve Speed into my eyes Blasphemous tears So beautiful Wretched waste of a soul Touch your forehead And be blessed Touch your heart And be God Touch the earth And be gone Blahblahblah Bah baggum gom baggum Waste of waggum wu Shocckou ta cocmutu Quasaratus ben voyutan Vesu ta eturnas u ves obsidas Obsidas yet obsidas That's what she said.
If you don't ever feel the urge to tear it all down Stop the machine and stifle every moving part To bring the universe to a grinding halt Then you haven't lived
That urge will pass Then you will want to tend to all Promote life and fulfillment Yet you will not regret your previous torrent Of destruction Knowing it brought you to this point
It's important to feel in charge As long as you feel it cower in the realization That you direct nothing that can endure Yet I encourage you to rip and ravage Perhaps you will prevail after all those who failed
There is so much more room Here outside the lines Sure we're drowning Just barely within sight Off the coast of what's right Scribbled in the white Thought it would be obvious Guess the rules made you blind
funny to think I have been so caLm and together amidst the greater untogetherness of my life the laughing audience in my head cackling at the laughable audience following my cracking
if it were set in sides of a scale I'd be afeared to watch it balance
mayhap some creature of diRe would erupt in a tangle of talons
that's what I'm afraid of after all, that I am the pungent void that consumes the eyes that glide low in the grass and rise up with hate and ****** the teeth that bite with unclenching malevolence bite biTe BITE YOUR WEAK ******* FLESH AND SNAP YOUR WORTHLESS PILE OF BONES SNAP SNAP SNAP CRACKLE ***** DON'T YOU EVER COME BaCK
HURt YOuR neGLiGeNT sOULs wITH thE PaIN yOu alloWed to hIM to iNFLict On me...
but dEath still coils a leaf slowly to the ground even for such thiNgs
What you see here, my dear Is mere mierde if I dare It does compare not a hair Not worth a tare or pinch of air To what lies beneath I might bequeath a brief peek To see the sights you seem to seek You might suspend disbelief If you could peep how deep The iceberg creeps You might weep You might cheer To know it all Does not end here You might smile You might despair All the while It does not compare To know the completeness of a creature Is no feat where feet could span the feature Noses, eyes, hairs and thighs are not enough for believing Toes, ears, fingers and beards are actually quite deceiving They in no way describe the tangled mass Of love and hurt that's stored within It does not compare, it's much too vast This universe we grow inside our skin.
From one obsession to another Dyslexic manic depression Like infinity From the ocean cool serene scene To the traffic packed fact sack I am constantly dead And having to wake from this Into a skydive Just so I believe in the Earth That I’m playing chicken with May I say that “chicken ****” Can be a commendable description of character?
This whole world love love is a drug And God the unbeknowing pusher I felt his behemoth hands in my back Before my fall
Word Word Word Word, Word Word Trying to get out Word To be completely free Word is Word is Plentiful shared Word will share Make you still listen, learned Word Word is bond ing construct ive ly Word is free but not complete ly Word is thanking praising worshipping slipping slipping out when you’re weak holding holding strong and marinating in your mind Word is viciously kind whatever whatever you want it to be soldier on the front lines or General building a fort behind It is your tongue's exercise and nothing more than word Word comes from spit Mucous lung **** Makes a man a hypocrite Makes a god a prophet Makes a poet Makes love inadequate Made nothing yet So when I say to you: "Word word word, word" Please believe more in something there Like my hand through your hair
Scream. Scream firelight electric skies. Scream torrential sideways winds. Scream nonsense and fortified lies. Scream names in vain and horrible sin. Scream ****** ****** and bravos. Scream lightspeed ways that rip the cosmos. Scream a universal chunk from your mortal throat. Scream jellybeans, sweet and sour notes.
Scream and I will hold you like you were dying Scream and I will kiss you like it were initiation into the unknown Scream and I will need you like you were never coming back
Workers jump to your hoses Poets jump to your pens The men with guns are sure to jump Before the crisis ends They subtracted from 8 million stories For the glory of one Attacked innocents Retrained our eyes to comb the distance For incidents involving incendiary elements An attack with no relevance Just bullies stuffing our will Into the locker of remembrance
Nothing to fear when space is still darker Nothing to fear when the sun is still hotter The Earth will turn the darkness Over their heads The light will make it City of Martyrs Never a truer hero than time Who fights for our honor.
perhaps we'll be fine; without line breaks; staring,coping,adjusting who really thought a standard forever, who ever thought a word blooms? into? an? unstoppable? language? without letting go past the lips, speak now or forever hold... perhaps we'll be fine repeating, growing, sharing perhaps perhaps the untied tongue will create a totem of memories where darkness splits against held hands protective, warming, sooooo tender with dreams perhaps there's you perhaps there's me
Meaning was the rabbit you were chasing Some dark hole later you'll wonder With wide eyes and empty hands Was there Ever a hare? Gleaming in its shiny new casing One sharp pole waiting to plunder This idea tempts every man There was Therefore I am.
You hate bare feet but there you are... Some soft dress you would never wear Yet it's flowing from the wind over your shoulders Tucks under your legs like a child at play Your arms bent against themselves Insecure yet comfortable An impossible smile The sun reflects off every thing in view Creating sparkles, twinkles, flashes
Your hand pulls back the hair That got in front of your face And at once there is no sun Those eyes Those eyes I've followed their light from dark days And I'm pleased to find them here The cause of such lumens
Methinks I need an outside day To ponder the days of June And how they so stealthily became The days of July and Nights of July so hot that Everyone complains in Sweat anchored softy-clothes
Here in a cape of Florida A mosquito named Beauregard Bountiful Belly Becomes the happiest creature in the swamp Then became the deadest Black stain on my arm gallery No blood to spare, poquito Blood is thick with boredom
Rain on the outside Pain on the in Never let them catch you cry Because it's a big ol' sin Show no feeling Or a pinch of passion Take fate's blows to the chin And roll with a toothless grin
I pounced on a trampoline But couldn't reach the stars The people underneath me Conspired to be stellar I whispered folk tales And played a vague guitar Every event I inhaled Surprised the fortune teller
The rain remained a drizzle But I felt fear fizzle To a tolerable tumor Obsession became a rumor
Calm, cool, collected When I felt my legs again I called them prophets Who herald the road Armageddon And exercise apocalypse
All pleasantries aside What are we really here for? Sure we compliment and fawn And hey hey ** ha ha But we would resurrect old, destructive gods To see a pillar of acknowledgment hoisted to the stars As if only our loves were the lovest And only our pain is the greatest explosion (Not that cheesy fireworks looking **** but the new, hot planet-bursting with a ring type which I guess denotes some serious matter displacement) And only we know eyes perfect eyes And only our hearts ever tried
Or maybe if we are careful readers Some digital tome Will reveal the location of the stone That holds it all in its little, unturned Mass of earthen bone Humming by the park path In plain sight So unusual Yet so
Save your elemental thoughts I already picked up the rock And when I threw it in a pond Everything shattered and fell Cracked into the black waiting behind And the last thing on my mind was to Save your elemental thoughts I already picked up the rock And when I threw it in a pond Everything shattered and fell Cracked into the black waiting behind And the last thing on my mind was to Save your elemental thoughts I already picked up the rock And when I threw it in a pond Everything shattered and fell Cracked into the black waiting behind And the last thing on my mind was
Maybe I take comfort in the idea That a straight line upon an infinite plane would eventually Pierce these flat layers of cosmic malarkey Some black hole could speed us Out of range of our guilty hearts Our minds could come to rest In a cove with a stellar view
Where time gently laps at the shallow shores And my fear of deeper troubles includes not our demise