I lag behind
I noticed that I've become
A husk of who I was.
A void in the night.
Outshone by the light.
I feel so empty,
Like a thought of the past.
I'm in another dimension,
A wall of words separate us.
A chasm of words unsaid.
Lost words they are,
Just like me:
A shadow of the past.
One of my buddies/peers told the CCA group at whole that she felt 'like a shadow' during ourhat of fears time. I thereby dedicate this poem to her.
Don’t let the medium dry
Moisten This Creation
by ANY MEANS necessary
For This Creation to become pedestal WE MUST :
off of a capillary bag
under a dense healthy breath
to suckle an engorged breast
IF WE DO NOT
we risk it becoming husk ;
good only for digs and dust shops.
For This Creation, WE MUST queue
with our blood tapped
our breeding fluids
our various flows carefully labelled
and in sterile pouches
our donor cards filled out
steady for sacrifice
Keep This Creation wet
and it shall be a beacon
a call to awareness
a beckon of craft for us all
and not some common art-hole
In time THE CREATION SHALL SERVE US
(a toothed Whale out of water
awaiting a machine strong enough
to return it to the ocean)
Some dreams can never be shared, Some dreams can never be told,
When your old; when your cold.
I look into your eyes, and I wonder where you have gone?
and I pray; yes I pray, that you've made it through the stars !
Some dreams can never......
These words were lyrics to a song I have created during a waking dream.
for some reason I have chosen not to alter them leaving them in the original structure.
i try to fill the hole inside my chest with lies and pieces of memories,
maybe one day i won't feel so hollow and cold,
each day when i wake up i find there is another piece missing,
no matter how hard i try to hold everything together it eventually all comes crumbling down,
every ounce of my being fights to stay together while simultaneously tearing itself apart,
invite others to gaze upon the husk of a person you once were,
muffle your cries with a lump in your throat so people won't come looking,
expose the skin you paint daily with metal,
how many people actually know your truth,
your family lives in a state of oblivion that shields their eyes and mind,
one day the mask you wear will loosen and fall to the ground to shatter,
what will you do after you lose all your protection,
is a warrior worthy without their armor or are they just another person to be forgotten?
Like desert birds circling
bones picked-clean, you
keep hanging around here
like I’ve got something to offer.
Let me tell you, I’m all out of magic.
You bled me dry and though
I love you, I can no longer
be in love with you.
I’ve only enough embers
to keep myself warm these days.
A shriveled husk, the remnants
of a past flame are what
I am to you now.
I can be nothing more.
The forlorn wanderer,
Who has lost all but his mind,
He is who he is,
And nothing more or less,
Mayhaps he is a husk of a man,
An empty shell wandering the land,
Searching for something,
To fill the void of his mind,
That is filled with silence in the night of winters,
Between ropes all life, can't let up
Fight fiends with strife, fed up
Life feels like it's sped up
Drinking fluid only from red cups
Loud noise equals life strats
Keyboards, drums, strings and frets
People think they having fun and don't fret
Eating words from musicians, spoon fed
I've led this life and it feels trife
Reminiscing of time lost makes me reel and cry
When brains feel like they're deep fried
When the dream you worshiped, it seems lied.
Riding every morning
Hiding all the phoney
feelings when your roaming
You don't feel like going
But the drugs just keep on flowing
When women exist only for blowing
When lean red eyes are showing
The life you know is boring
So it's either live a husk of party life
Or a slow knife in your back as a part of hive.
Within lagoons its sins did
feed upon its perception,
Churning in a vacuum
of malevolent damnation.
Its singular words corrupted
white satin, soiled by its pestilence.
Like lacerations upon the substance
it lingered like vines consuming.
A soul drowned within pools of scarlet death
Malignant smiles on a polluted husk.
Blasted armor cracked open with holes
Watch as I crawl on my knees til I find
The right place to stand. Pay no mind
To the pain wracking burned flesh to
The pain of memories empty now
In regret after so many years spent
Trying to escape, desperately forget
All of the wounds that made me the
Fire I am.
These days my fire still burns down low
I can't forget if I wanted and I did and
And it drove me underneath. Unearth
Me now in this old aching body to
Undermine my quest for rest.
I sure it's just death now bringing
Death and I'm a part of it.
Cog. In the dirt. Wet earth.
I rise. With all of my brethren.
Reclaim. Reclaimers hunt and
Claim during night. Safety in
Day. That's a queer sunset isn't it?
I came here ******, left the same way,
Returned with cracks in the head
And a heart of mud full of maggots
As an *****. We all did. We do.
We all did.