#cogs
Sometimes the clockwork extracts and is presented in my observation, viewing the limited and time decay-edness of our mortality and I feel the sentimentality as the cogs move each other along. In concentrated songscapes, through the ventilated air tubes of my mechanism. Emotional condensation more of a metaphor, though agonizing and overwhelming, I am endeared to the notion of being a part of this essential Nonsense. Perceiving the ridiculous of the persevering of ‘unnatural’ forms, then recognizing them in my own patterns..
I am the sharp angled sphere
That which is the object of my revolution
My enemy is the objection from within
Spin this wheel of contradiction
The sphere revealed in acceptance
The sphere revealed is acceptance
Release the shield, unveil protection
Caught aflame, refuse the smolder
Eternal bolder built illumines
Sunrise appraised by novel mind
Repeal time with absorption
Now is the holy potion
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC
the sound of faulty cogs scraping against each other
as if something got jammed
or broken
would i have to throw it away all together?
i can't be bothered to fix it.
i don't know how.
electric wires become entwined between these rustic cogs
ripping apart, causing an ignition of a spark.
a spark of...
fear.
i could attempt to repair the wires,
but it's too late.
it's already touching the water.
the water of my tears.
mass chaos reigns, and i,
stupid me, stand there in the middle.
closing my eyes, covering my ears, breathing from my mouth.
thinking of better times.
as these cogs begin to break
as these electric wires begin to make
sparks into fires
i hear a sound
reverberate
from afar.
"you are chaotic. you destroyed yourself."
the screeching noises of the cogs become unbearable
the electric wires have tangled around my neck
my tears streaming down my cheeks trigger a spark
a spark of...
guilt.
i go limp, as i begin to catch on fire.
no screaming, i deserve this pain.
"you deserve all the worst things life will bring unto you."
and i open my eyes,
and see my reflection in the mirror.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
He is a tinkerer.
Through his eyes he sees only cogs and turning gears,
His fingers, they feel only bolts and nuts and screws,
He's doesn't understand her, he doesn't get her tears,
To him her sentiments, they are nothing if not new,
So he tries to fix her. He pieces the broken shells of her heart together,
Together the shells weigh a pound, but individually they float like a feather,
He glues and welds her heart together with his mixtures of metals,
But he doesn't understand that these shells are like rose bud petals,
Delicately they flow, and the slightest touch makes them break,
But in time, they bloom prettier than a sunset on a shimmering lake,
No, he doesn't understand. So he welds and forges the pieces together,
He is a tinkerer.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
She has a bruise on her left knee
reminiscent of science-book nebulas,
and the veins reaching into her palm
look like the ivy vines wrapped around
the old oak at the end of my grandmother’s
driveway. But as she presses contacts into each eye,
her pupils dilate and contract like a camera
lens shifting to accommodate for motion
blurry as her unaided vision, and her wrists
crack as if made of ill-fitted cogs chipping away--
both a tempest-tide and midnight snowfall,
yet the sum of neither.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
If fools could speak of geometry,
you would be the right angle,
while me, obtuse,
I find light in the darkest places,
where the glint of the moon turns back time,
I look back,
And find you cloaked in fog,
traipsing towards me,
with no rhyme,
strafing while they bleed,
we are cogs in the handset,
we are all lost teeth,
broken and shattered,
fallen to those underneath.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
Click, clock, wiz,twirl
The cogs begin to hustle
As they spin and swirl
filling the daily bustle
Moving the packages from here to there
Repeating the daily hurry
Fixing them up everywhere
To erase the masters worry
The cogs repeating and teaching
Taking them from the clutter
With the powerful arms, reaching
Stopping with a stutter
They stuff them, paint them, move them
Teach them, fight them, carve them
They fill them, clutter them, rush them
Shove them, push them, test them
As they move the silly gifts along
Making them perfect for the future
It make takes years, maybe not too long
To form the perfect structure
And when the packages are all done
They will be shipped off to the store
We're they will be free to run
And the factory won't be needed more
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
It's time to enter a sleepless mind
The cogs and wheels spin and grind
I hear the whistles and the chimes
My head racing faster than a v8
Thoughts are larger than a U.S state
For my sleep I am ever so late
Clocks in my head, tick tocking
Side to side my head rocking
Chains pulling of the ship docking
Inside a war is going
Bullets and missiles a throwing
Explosions is all, lost for all knowing
Eternity lost in void of thought
Reminiscing on all I was taught
Consistent darkness you haunt
A sleepless mind is what I see
It is all I know how to be
So if don't you mind, come join me
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC