- a tasteless empty word like numbness of the fingers like numbness of the tongue a numbness of heart and false plastic lungs - bland face bland skin bland stomach and bland eyes - gleaming with wax satisfaction in a false candle pose bland wax candle prose written by plain poet hands -
I am a wax figurine poet who writes beautiful but bland verses.
Mountains drip into devils pond Broken wings float and fall Clueless and reckless they fought Angels of fallen Angels of darkness They fly around my mind Whipping into kelidoscope frames The outskirts of joy The edges of pains They rise and drift Like summers breeze Cold and stiff they no longer breathe Harsh and irrational they plunge Diving into the deep ends of thoughts It pains me to see them leave The give me strength Whilst to others deceive
Blubber Sometimes I get tired Of all the blubber The grinding of systems The metal to the rubber
The pushing of points The singing to the choir Pickaxe in place of featherc Look there's a bird upon the wire
Maybe potions going dry No thank you please And fingers going all stiff While here awaits the feast
And vases laying all smashed Words sitting there all torn Lets gather the broken scraps Rearrange them and be reborn
Maybe it's me and only me Closing an old and tattered page Maybe I've overstayed my welcome On an old and creaky stage
Ah the sticks an stones are smiling now The crows I think they've left But the cinders upon ash Still burn bright upon this hearth
Out into the clearing See it twinkling up ahead An inkling of some something Some of us have thought of and said
Merlin's done it agian Con-Ed's shut down Tesla's come into power And White Bear gets his crown Oh And George Carlin is pope Shakespeare is president They both know the ropes And you what ya think? Wink, wink
Old out dated systems gone haywire, personally,socially, politically. A system soaked in ideals we call 'civilized'.........from my collection The Situation@amazonbooks/taralizdriscoll
He sits in his dark apartment listening to the sound of the old ceiling fan whirl around. Pleading with his insecurities and his other dark thoughts to stop. The air is stiff and his eyes heavy but he can't fall asleep. His heart races because he made the mistake of going to those dark corners , those **** dark corners .........
Mind barren, all clustered, perched up on the window sill. I'm shaken, I'm flustered even when I'm slow and still. Still as in no progress made, but my soul also sometimes feels as stiff as the corpses of yesterday. Am I already too far gone? Words and ideals of a ghost mixed with the living?
My jaw is frozen Ice and fire creep up my numb face Circling my eye with gentle hands Tingling across my stiff lips They call it 'filling,' but when I touch it It feels invisible, empty Unreceptive or responsive Numb like dead feet What a curious feeling That numb is
I went to the dentist for my first-ever filling, and can't get over how weird the freezing feels
You swore you'd never love again That you'd hardened your heart Stiffened the walls of the four chambered ***** That Cupid's arrow would bounce off That no love could move these stiffened walls Then...
... Now Your palms cradle in his palms Your head gently on his chest, ears counting his heartbeat His fingers tracing love letters on your back Eyes closed, savoring the images of him they've captured
Well, Well, Well... Look who's all lovey dovey loving and ****...
A spur of the moment piece. No title cause I don't think it needs one
Do you ever just feel empty? As though your veins are hollow and insides are nothing but air? As though you look at yourself but you dont see any colour Like you are feeling so much that you've just stopped feeling at all?
Because thats how I feel right now Hopefully it wont last for long