#delirium
Fever painted me all over the body
with its warm kisses of love
for a duration unknown
Taking everything aside of my own being
it was a marvelous feel
to be cocooned into the grip
of this thin frenzy from head to toes
it was immensely ecstatic to
feel the passionate warmth over the skin
and was delirious
to be caressed by its softness beneath the shell.
I want the fever to grab me forever
and want YOU
to be MY fever.
..................................
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 10:09 PM UTC
The hammer is falling, my fists are clenching, my teeth are gnashing while my bones are crunching. Waves of pain are crashing, smashing against me, finally breaking. This level of pain can't be good to be taking, bad for my health. The voices are calling but no one is there, not even myself. My blood is pumping, sped by adrenaline dumping. The lack of the drug is inducing my mind to start seizing, both my legs are freezing, involuntarily quaking. The sensation of claws are slashing my back. As my heart keeps thumping, jumping around - heart attack? Now my blood is pooling. So the attack dogs keep drooling. They smell the blood and begin to whip into a frenzy, so I jump up, and run like McKenzie. Moving fast, as if I had wheels, one dog was faster and now nips at my heels. The dog bit my foot so I tripped and then fell. Now it’s gnawing on my leg, and I don’t feel very well. So I patted the dog’s head and then laid down for a spell…will I wake up? Only time will tell. When I come to my senses I won't feel at all well. Life hurts at times, unbearably so. If not for Divine intervention, I'd much rather go.
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 1:08 PM UTC
Oh love how you I
and it wouldn’t matter
which way
and why
because do I
and yes oh love sweet my
Jun 12, 2024
Jun 12, 2024 at 12:44 PM UTC
Urges, we never said...
Were the time, the thoughts of open bother
Of a sleeping prophet, with silence to lead:
A care into the limelight, with heaven to hover
A brassier share, in the need of promises
Sent from guarded selves, a world which delves
Integrity is mine for a shall and a swallow of vices
That remembers you, when patience looked for life's health
Speaking of hell...
Strange invaders, strangers in the mystery of this yarn
Weal no more, than a crash of existence, we know so well
Letting mercy see my upset, a habit has me by the toe I shall learn...
Is it me, or did I just wake up?
City's of strength, and the embarrassment of delicate poise
Have opened their doors, to a solitude that has become a covenant
With the voice we add, is silent warnings of another's choice?
Tell me the story, comes my conscience
A hap of retribution in the same, the shadows of a scream
I have made, a promising God, a sign of the times to presence
That has looked, and seen our terror, the bitterness of a demon...
Save me from a stone of kinship, with a kiss...?
Proper shape to a wish alive, in sordid chance, a wind
Of guidance and justifying malevolence, that has stolen my wish
From the heart of me, a stare of pining finish to a lie to mind...
Pillows make fast friends, if shade is forever cool, intrepid...
Interest in a careful window, is many to fathom a liberty in shyness
Acts and paces of facts, run faster than all of the powers that are, hid
When children dance, the seed of specialness is a call to wisdom's bless...?
Care for another, victim of insincerity?
Long truth's and the tomorrow of interim
Has a rather chosen, possession of sardonic not, the charity
Of privilege run so far, for a wicked dream to lend...
Cough, cough; palpable
Anecdote to share a legend, no man has let live
Longer than a kiss in the heat of a kindness to ****
Seeing is believing, even when our hope in a purpose above, a world in love with what we give...?
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 9:21 PM UTC
Eighty years young
Speaking in tounge
Your body fought
Head full of bizarre thought
Arms and legs restrained
How are you not frightened
Are they violent, Yah?
We tried, everything,
for the shake of your revival
I can't bear to see you like this
I wish you are dismiss
Heavily sedated & exhausted
To tired to wrestled & agitated
Lord please take his pain away
Apr 9, 2022
Apr 9, 2022 at 7:40 AM UTC
This is what happens when you lose your ******* mind:
You start to ramble and despise
every word you hear and say
every picture you see
and then comes along the one person
who swims right into your sea -
you don't mean to block their way
but you want to make them stay -
so you shut up and sit tight
and wait for the right time
to say or do - god knows what
or who I'm becoming
with you.
This is what happens when you're on some ****** island
Only you can see:
You start seeing what you want
but never hearing what you need
you start feeling things you'd rather not feel
then you scream
suddenly everybody's looking at you
all weird
-cause everybody was your nobody;
your nobody was always somebody-
they can see your crazy
you would hide but you're too lazy
This is what happens when you lose your ******* mind:
Somehow you start making sense.
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 3:28 PM UTC
_We burrow where they lie, our fallen brothers. Old sweats and fledgling crow bags, both. In death as in life, they have our back…and so we plough on into the abyss by the light of a caged phosphorus flare, hot metal spraying the midnight hour like some vengeful fay’s buckshot.
A human scaffold supports us for the distance of four miles. That’s Piccadilly to Hampstead; Circus to Heath. The length of a lifetime…of hundreds of lifetimes. In the winter when the rains come and the trenches run like a quartermaster’s latrine, the soil sloughs away to reveal the ossuary within. It is then that I, in my now customary delirium, imagine that I can reach out to shake their hand again._
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC
Do you hear the muttering?
Foul and desperate falsities fencing through the air?
Do you hear them cluttering, in fickle clamor over futures in despair?
Certainly you hear them fluttering?
In a fervent dichotomy facing disrepair.
All I hear is fomented stuttering, Sowing division, in deleterious affair.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC
Pages of burning emotion flutter through the wind
Flipping from one end of my journey and milestones to the other
Letting the sun kiss each page as it transfers
The ink is dry
But the blood, and tears I've graced these pages with are very much still running through the words planted in the same field.
My pen screamed and etched images of my future
As my brain burned with a passion magnified by a deep sickness
And as the gunshots of thought blare
My pen rams the pages
And then silence
The scribbling scratches of the quill quiets down
And the accelerated breathing turns soft and shakey
The Prophet ends his journal entry
With a slice of the thumb
A bit of blood smeared on his art to ensure his life stays with it
And a night of deep sobbing stalking closely behind.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC
I've been warned
about something
so dangerous
it can ****
" it's called love "
they said
but I answered
" It might **** me one day,
but it's also my one and only
reason to live."
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
Wrapped by just her flesh and skin with nothing on, half-awake on her silky fabric bedsheet
She watched him walk slowly towards the door in his torn jeans and tight shirt
With a quiet gaze and a tender smile, he gently waved goodbye
In and out of her vision, his retreating figure shimmered
She must have trembled because he stopped
He smiled, walked back and passionately whispered while caressing her curves
“Please forgive me!
Please forgive...
my hands for always wanting to touch you
my lips that are burning to kiss you
my arms that are dying to embrace you!”
Her guardian angels clapped in awe as he asked again for gentle kisses
Then they swam together in furious waves, merging into the vast glimmering ocean
They were beautiful whales dancing in their own song
Then they found calmness as they reached close to the seashore
As they began to drown themselves again in melodies of the ripple waves
She forgot and suddenly realized
Waking up in a middle of a poem, she was fooled by her own metaphor
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
Today, you came home to a package.
It was a box that I had taped up tight.
Inside you found your worn out high school hoodie.
When you unfolded it, nearly every picture of us fell out like confetti.
And at the bottom of the box, in a thick hemp cloth, you found a framed picture of you
looking miserably in the mirror, back at me.
I was behind you, smiling and deliriously happy.
The picture was in pristine condition.
I wrapped it the way my ancestors would cover a mirror
after a death in the house.
They did this to keep the spirits from passing to another realm.
I did it knowing we had ended that night and that you would forever be looking back for me.
You will be miserable and I will be deliriously happy.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
Certainly she can come back,
Well I shouldn't say "back."
She's here, but she's away
The train is out but how far?
How far does this train need to go
Before it reaches this station
We desperately wait for her return
Though we see her now,
We wish to see her once more
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
I see letters float before my eyes, form words when I struggle to get them out
Little and a lot, millions of worlds form in my mind
Worlds with knights and dragons, ones with spaceships and lightsabers
And those where a hand reaches out to meet mine
I dare not shut my eyes, even as torpor sets in to counsel
A mosaic of bittersweet memories decorate my delirious porch
Heat courses through my blood, away from my heart
The sweat on my forehead feels like a familiar touch
My fantasies are real as long as I endure this stupor
Imagined reality is what I should live for
Love for
Because there, we're together.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 1:15 AM UTC
True insanity happens
When you are no longer
Trying to keep the voices out
But trying to make your faint voice heard
By a vessel that was once yours.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
Staring at the ceiling,
what the hell is this feeling?
I can’t make up my mind,
of what’s real and what’s fake.
If I’m not dreaming,
then who is that screaming?
No one seems to hear it,
so that’s a mistake.
In front of the mirror,
and all I see is me,
but the me that I see,
is not who he seems to be.
Something’s not right,
in the little details,
in the colors and smells,
this is not re-al-i-ty.
I can see movement,
in the corner of my eyes,
something alive,
that’s not there when I look.
It’s like I’m in between worlds,
where time doesn’t exist,
the soundless abyss,
being dragged down by a hook.
This detox is different,
something is wrong,
I knew all along,
but that brings no relief.
This panic, is manic,
now I’m feeling frantic,
how can a person,
forget to breathe?
It’s feels like the weight,
on my shoulders has lifted,
but it’s only shifted,
and been placed on my chest.
My mind has grown muddy,
and I got nothing left,
fighting and struggling,
for every breath.
Clutching at myself,
as the tremors start.
Is it my heart?
Bring in the crash cart.
I hear someone say,
“place this under your tongue,
let it dissolve and don’t chew”,
but my tongue has gone numb.
I watch the walls bend,
and then I start to scream.
I’d like to believe it’s a dream,
but I’m not that dumb.
I can hear ambulance sirens,
so distant, and close,
but I’ve gone morose,
all I feel is the pain.
Houston, are you there?
All connections are down,
I can’t hear a sound,
I think I’ve gone insane.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC