S D S

S D S May 2013

There's this drip-drip-drip-drip sound
Or maybe it's a tick-tick-tick-tick sound
It bothers me
All the time
It frustrates my thoughts
It smashes the clarity of my purpose
It decimates the sanctity of my
quiet
cold
prison

This sound comes from no earthly object
It knows no boundaries of time or space
It's maddening
When I'm still
It banishes the freedom of rest
It shackles my mind in dream states
It pulls down my thoughts with
each
little
sound

I tried to learn to ignore the constant noise
I even started to succeed at drowning it out
It waits for me
While I drown it
It lives on past the music
It thrives in the corners of my psyche
It finds a way to torture my
tired
ragged
soul

This hellish drip or tick will not stop
It even finds me when I sleep and dream
It takes everything
And it gives me nothing
It does not impart a wisdom
It does not improve my pathetic rhythm
It devours every little bit of
blessed
solemn
peace

S D S May 2013

Particular Melancholy

There is a certain kind of sorrow
It bleeds backwards from tomorrow
It seethes, rends, and screams at night
It whispers promises of yet unknown fright

There is a certain kind of terror
When you realize too late the error
The sort of mistake you can't take back
The kind that leaves you shrunken, black

There is a certain kind of lonely
That aches even more in the homely
It echos and rebounds until you're done
Chills your bones in the warmth of the sun

When these three meet, men will falter
Stumble and they catch you faster
They cut and change and rip and alter
They shout and call out to their master

Breathe in deep before they rise
They're easy to defeat my friend
Steady your heart; close your eyes
Each new fear is not your end

S D S May 2013

Purgatory State of Mind

Is this my life,
Or merely Purgatory?
Should I jump down
from the 6th story?
How can you tell
what is make-believe?
Is this a lie
I seem to perceive?
A friend of mine
once showed me light
Alone I found
the purest of night
I walk the line
From here to Hell
I know a secret
with no one to tell

S D S May 2013

I'm a Winter-Man

When there's nothing
When all is quiet
Except the cricket's song
I completely forget to smile

When the world slows
When all is quiet
And I sleep in a tree
I completely forget to smile

When all is hopeless
When all is lost
And the people despair
I don't cry, not even a bit

When people die
When all is lost
And my world changes
I don't cry, not even a bit

I'm the dead man,
Heartless Watcher,
Silver in my hair
And gold in my eyes

I'm a cold creature,
Heartless Watcher,
Blood on my lips
And fluid in my lungs

I remember being a man
It happens in the summer
Spring is the catalyst
Fall is the sedative

I remember smiles and tears
It happens in the summer
Winter is a long death
And it haunts my summers

S D S May 2013

Madman's fall back

"Tell me a joke!"

Why does the chicken cross the road

"No, a funny one"

An Irishman walks out of a bar

"Come on, you know
Something that makes you
Laugh"

The future is bleak---
My laughter

"I don't get it"
"Why are you laughing"

*What else can I do?

S D S May 2013

Technology doesn't change people

The beauty of the internet
All those little lights
Flickering in the night
The LED's on my motherboard
And the shining brilliance of my peers

Once we hid in the darkness,
Each believing to be
The last of our kind
The miracle of the modern age
We can now all be
Alone together

S D S May 2013

He's Deep Thinker, she said with a smirk.

No one will tell you
Being "deep" has a diminishing return
After a while you're just
Cynical
Self-Absorbed
Pompous
Eccentric
Because you've gone too far
Shallow people don't want "deep"
They just want "deep-er"

Truly insightful people,
Great minds and intellectuals
Won't tell you the other part
About how if you keep digging
You'll go too deep
For anyone
Even you
And you'll bust the bottom out
And the whole **** well
Will spill out

And then you're nothing
Just an echo.