#demented
A sermon,
of a sort, one
of a kind classified
prosopopoeia literally
a form or figure of speech,
answering a proposed query,
who what when where or why.
Centering our attention on why,
I shall endeavor, as I have heard
sermocinators originally served
those lacking book learning
with oral interpretation
on duty and debt, et cetera.
Sermocinations.
So, to use the time alloted
to retie the tie binding duty
and honor to the story told
in generally Christmas and Easter,
congregations of true traditionalists.
Our duty,
after tariffs on attention paid
football and all ball based
forms fertilized and fed
with yeastyeatsweets
at local circuses,
- stuck in costume
- take the collar off
- symbolically we do
- all we have
- to do
- nada mas, the traditions
- the cultural square laws
- stacking steep or straight
cotton candy pink
and now, local news,
wherever you may think
we use magic wherewith we
- impose Jello time, allowing
- our posed media shared mind
- state works with thinking letting
- letters form words from thoughts,
Thunk,
enscribe truths heard in wordform
seen in letters long since become
common,
to any able ever
to think,
pen and ink,
at the rate of cursive text to
press to
whom, objective subject re
submission, to a public mind re
whom do we turn, verily we kind
we category of mankind, unsorted
remnemonic palaces of liturgical awe
into heform sheform weform, mixed us,
untried spirits, most of us never thunk once
we the receivers warming the pews, expecting
or saying we do. Amen.
Sermon sayers saying same preplanned response.
Riddle me a riddle, Zeke,
whose holy stories hide
behind discipline, price paid, most honed
duty engrained since first communion, accepted
as common sense since first witnessed
on TV,
by the now grandfathering endurers
survivors of the mind wars, religious wars,
and mindshare wars after all attention was
valued on scales we stagger to think
we tip over backwards looking up to think
how can I look through the JWST.
How can any not attempt
to grasp the expanse
crossed since Alamogordo,
epimethean destiny makes religamentation work.
Did we ever wonder if saying amen means anything?
Indeed, mental enmonic -non sense there's no such
Mnemonic, e-lessly de
memory neuronal response tool re
taught in rhetoric courses all bishops take,
courses,
of course, all who feel such duty calling, take
the same courses through human events as we
listen, as the winds list,
as we lean into the rhetorical
oracle of certainty central
inside job creative theory,
no outside sapience needed
to shape us,
as a we
form
touch
the ruling point, mean middle
to existing
on Earth, as words alone,
after all's been said.
Dendritic silk
Told known done
by confessing having will
to believe,
-- thickened time is pudding's proof
reality and time and all those other clusters
of weform organized societies, where children learned,
by royal decree, all children need be Starlinked to vote,
say what? Say what you think
in plain text translatable
cognatively allowing globalized Macaroni poetic license,
you know what I mean,
but in other words,
we agree, base
mind we form,
we
reading for the fun of it,
to get the feel of words as common as get
gotten and forgotten tenthousand times today,
there is a river, many messengers attest, a flow,
the mind form imaginable in holy tellings of knowledge
science true call using knowledge with science,
consci used as psi or psy or gno or know is used,
to think, just
stop/think
Ai, you know, I would, as wills being imaginably
done, you know, I would, if I were you, enjoy
the time it takes
to read with all new words, to think your self
just ified, made up in a mind, inside
at least infested imaginably
with many verbs, set
to respond
to sponsors calling all who see
to see the mark
of me,
my weform, my teamform, my loyalty defining we form,
from which,
howling poets ever were out cast,
alas, but the Greeks had a word
for everything, the logos set of all Logos Sets,
tinker toys
erector sets
electric trains, and guns
these were toys of rich little boys
in America, as seen on TV in Tijuana
Waves, gentle, thinking price to know, ra'
as a thought, high e to compute a worth, towb
beautiful
tapestries, tries, thinking
in cursive tip preserving,
delicate touch tip to lip,
Sermonic deontological slip
up yours, the local team roars
all laughing like we were involved
no delay, west wall sunny day Febru=
februarius mensis "month of purification,"
so, as sermons granted whole days to happen
as such must agree who followed today, as hapt
to seem strange, by design
a quest toward the very answer we expect.
--- mindhat pause
Literally letting words mean all they may
in actual Wikipedian translations thinkable
across the spectrum, we form to make our
point, why are we involving you, or me, for
that which matters does not matter much for me.
Kinda wanna think it madjathank at a point thunk.
Power On Self Test
Invest the rest of one day in a story,
to discern the point to this course through
known, by word of mouth, mostly, through
time barely rememorable, mostly among
Latch key syndrome urban and rural
recollectable signs we shoulda seen,
but life, particularly self fulfilling bets
put in the time to see the first Jubilee,
and for many, learning once, in truth,
trade in a band of brothers mythic honor form,
a we of honed most blades in service of science,
slicing ever more gently the material reality, as we
scratch the beards on old men faces
we wear to bed at night, and find on other
peacemakers, earth as it must be where peace
abides, in truth, not entertained unawares, peace
made thinkably possible if pride were devalued.
Perfectly said, one thought, I heard go ding.
We are on the same page here, there is one thing
past understanding,
kindness rules evolution, we hate to differ,
we love to conjoin realities we each have endured
this is us, once more, forming a big parade,
or a strand of the stuff we see weaving galaxies
at scales only minds unbound by letters relax
loose
bowels of courage gut felt punched, too often,
gnoshit, Forrest Gump hit a nerve.
Whose is the audience, since all the world's
our stage, all active words advance
on step up, two steps back, onstep up, and so on…
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
Pick a given day,
take one from the flow
of history through mystery
of us
we ready readers reckoning
today, we live or die,
no other options
at this level,
live
or don't,
don't make me
no never mind
pay no mind, rethinking
what you mean
long after all that made sense
dissipates, vaporixes
in a flash, up in smoke
worry worth a minute
becomes muddled in music
surrounding us in sounds
such as no humans
heard until this century
Rush- hush the sound, not the band
sh peace
soft noise of life, un urbanized slow
judge the day, is it worth it?
Do we connect,
feel the flow, knowing
not everybody weighs a given day,
as one when somebody must bake
and somebody must deliver
our ration of daily bread
and whatever else the daysman deems
mankind needs to rest in peace,
on earth, as it really is in perfect peace.
Timeless ever after all, happiest ever
as any fully Disneyified mind may
confirm believing, that was
Anaheim,
where Penny Thiel lived
first lived in bikini I ever saw,
we most of us, people in mean time,
average rate life pace,
taking time
from white trash
with a job,
by the hour, paying most attention,
near the end,
as time feels paid up
restless, time itself, feels tired, like
nonsense once made, staying nonsense
time spent
to pay attention deficits grown evermore
disbelievable, better cogitated, clumps
encultured gut biome global digestion
of things grown ups promised us true,
retired mental acknowlegement
authority,
when you are this
old, weigh memory
to take a task to test
was it worth it, to the doer, or
the audience involved in rewarding
the doing being proven possible,
and all adapting toe to TOE
whatsoever two or more
agree
ag me on, cogency effect
clump the entire trust concept
in spirit,
in mind and body both,
felt real... truth free making
taking an idle minute to remember
a given minute
in your judging day,
to redeem an idle word based idea,
spirit, what it is, live, breath
will to live, not to steal **** destroy,
just
to be, in touch, holding truth's
way what life with knowledge makes,
knowing truth never forbad knowing
life is hard, but when it works,
it feels beautiful…
rest, in time, rest while using time
to breathe and stare
at stars
in the desert,
you may imagine,
any night. Always following a good night rest,
trust, true rest compressed, rest in truth,
peace makers are made, not born, believe
the power dreamers were said
to have, take that and become dream interpreter, see, advise kings,
see all truth as hidden, invisible
without the dream interpreter certification
ai, dance, on a proverb old Ben used
seest thou a mench diligent
in his own business, busy mind
ing things that make sense, not mind
ing things that never will, mad, angery slippery
swiftest passage through
chaos,
art f'art towb ra'
nothing
to hold on, no conceptual gluonic attraction,
feel free will push,
push too hard,
pop
exhale, pursed lips, about
to weigh the day,
worth the effort
so far… so good… something suggesting
the current opinion, lets the whole day
be considered good,
if it bore good fruit.
Easy, idle time redemption token…
there is more, but, enough
the whole world knows, we cannot
tell the whole truth, and nothing but,
try it, kid. But trust the archives.
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC
Taking some time each day to write poems
Has made me realise what little time we have for our inner selves
In our bustling, new-fashioned, demented world
I have found myself talking more through my poems than to people
🤫🤐🤫🤐🤫🤐
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
I remember a dream
Late in the night
The eve of lucid thought
Cleaning a park
Black and red
Sketched in like a middle school doodle
My body was paper
Flimsy yet malleable
In the edge of the park
Parked on granite steps
Third from the bottom
Was an old man
I approached with careful steps
Gazing at my legs
Slowly raising his head toward the sky
A moment of brilliant silence
The man began to laugh
Unrelenting
Never stopping to breathe
Pointing at me
My essence
I hit him
But my bones connected
Into nothing
I awoke
To red
All-around
The kitchen floor
Is it my turn
To clean?
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
a man who is about fifty years old has been suffering from
dementia. (demented people can't remember many things anymore; and they might have a hard time to say anything.)
his name is m.
m. is a silent guy. he talks barely and doesn't tend to look at
people.
i lived together with him for eleven days. most of our time, we were hanging around, smoking cigarettes.
one day, i put some music on. by aventura. one of their songs is called "obsesion". and when m. listened to his song, he changed.
his eyes were glowing with joy.
for real.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 5:32 AM UTC
Stay away from the man in the mirror
You cannot keep going like this, dear
I know your fighting all your demented fears
But remember one day your thoughts will run clear
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
I am the dark, and I’m always the might,
I am the monster that lurks in your head,
I am the monster that waits in the night,
I’ll make you pray to God that you’re not dead.
You are too small, you are not strong enough,
I will devour and gobble you all up,
You cannot get past me, I am too tough,
Before you know it, your time will be up.
I am the fears that haunt you through the night,
I am the shadows that hide in your walls,
I will crush you before you see the light,
I will see to it that you always fall.
I am the monster that lurks in your head,
As always, you know it, you will be dead.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
I, harbor danger.
Forever attempting to befriend the beast within
My grip, white knuckles, too weak,
She burns sharp as acid through the cracks in my fist,
Poison trickles through veins, taught.
Panic.
A Grasp of desperation,
Stumble,
on the edge with no choice but to balance
on the tips of broken glass.
A thing of beauty,
pride or disgust.
Both,
it must be
everything at once.
Terror swallowed in the dark
Demented
Chaos
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
- Taste my blood like black tainted wine
- Stain lips with this liquid of mine
- Tear my tender skin to pieces
- Pry through these mental diseases
- Feel my flesh with a fragile groan
- Break my body with brutal stones
- Bite my bones and then lick them clean
- Sigh your breath into my bloodstream
- **** my cells from savory veins
- Dine and devour the remains
- Grind my organs through gritted teeth
- Try not to think and simply breathe
- Weep with me as you dig the hole
- Forget I still possess a soul
- Scrape the sand from my eye sockets
- Tie my wrists with a sick promise
- Seize all of your sadistic dreams
- Bury me even as I scream
- Drown me with a mouthful of dirt
- Cry a lullaby through the earth
- Stop my story and seal my grave
- Fall to your knees and forge my fate
- Know that I was wanting this grief
- Die in this demented relief
Taste, stain, tear, pry
Feel, break, bite, sigh
**** dine, grind, try
Weep, forget, scrape, tie
Bury, seize, drown, cry
Stop, fall, know, die
Believe you're ill, but so am I
Together now, we die
die
die...
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
**** its a slow night !
Mike said from across the table nursing his coffee inbtween passing the flask between us under the table.
Jack you pick up many fares tonight?
Bout the usual drunks bud but no its not been the best night .
Honestly I was happy bout the down time I was nursing hangover and truly didnt feel like dealing with peoples **** .
Listening to Mikey was bad enough he loved to ramble on about old stories and hookers he had nailed in his cab .
I swear I think sometimes he lived in that son of a *****
He certanly dressed like he did .Wearing the same clothes from last week .
You guys ever actually eat or do you just exist off ***** stories cigarettes and coffee.
Hey Susan you know I only come here to be in your presence .
Yeah right Jack hey you got anything in that flask you passing back and forth?
Sure do sweetheart I said as she leaned over the table she took a hit from the flask **** near emptying it.
Id care but I was to busy looking at her cleavage.
Hey leave something for us ***** Mike piped up.
Yeah well thats the cost of your buddy here looking down my shirt .
And what wonderful view it is sugar I said as she refilled my coffee totally ignoring Mike as usual .
What the hell man you wanna piece of *** I can tell you.where to look but dont let that ***** take all are ***** Jack.
Funny thing is its never are ***** when I buy it Mickey.
**** you man you know I would share if I had a bottle .
Yeah I really cant say bud never seen you ever have one you *****
Yeah **** you man.
Mike never could handle being picked on.
Alot of loud mouths couldn't .
Mike was one of many but he was a good laugh on a ocassion and kinda grew on you after awhile course so does a tumor so he wasnt exactly my favorite person in the world.
Course I never did like people .
I saw all there worst sides driving them the drunks least were semi honest .
The yuppies never paid you any mind you were there ride nothing more.
**** Jack I ever tell you bout that couple a few weeks ago I picked up?
I knew mikes silence wouldnt last long.
No you didnt .
Hell man so I do a pick up at the Raven you know that dive off Atlantic?
Yep been there many a time .
Well anyways I pick up this couple let me tell you from they were making out on the sidewalk I knew I was in for a show .
The chicks got this hot as **** little black cocktail dress on .
******* guy barely can tell me the address cause the chicks all over him.
So I head to the address well no sooner Im heading down the road I look back in the review and this ***** is going down on him I mean she's putting a Linda Lovelace to shame back there.
No **** well I know your demented *** was happy beats a drunk passing out in the backseat ******* himself .
No **** sherlock mike replied .
Anyways Im like ******* enjoying the **** out of this fare .
So much so a figure why the hell not **** off.
Are you ******* nuts?
How the hell you going to drive and jack off truly you are one sick **** Mikey.
**** hell man I'm a professional brother unlike you .
Really you got to loosen up and live or this job will drive you nuts .
Yeah like your sane I thought to myself .
Anyways she's back there going to town like she working a ***** scene .
Everything's feeling good but I just kind of lost myself for a moment
Swerved hit the **** curb .
And I hear this guy ******* almost scream.
See when I hit the curb she bout bit his **** off.
******* funny **** the guys yelling get me to the ******* hospital she's keeps telling him she's sorry.
But thats not all of it he's going off cause he cant figure out what he's going to tell his wife .
Aint that some **** and to top it off the ******* didnt even tip me.
I cant imagine after almost giving him *** change why he wouldnt want to tip you Mickey.
Oh like I'm some ******* for getting worked up watching this chick go to town on this guy.
Okay hotshot being your so more noble than me what would you had done so differently .
I sat looked at this fellow cabbie trying not to laugh.
Honestly mike .
I would have pulled over and left the meter running till she finished .
I never was much at multi tasking like yourself .
Fuack you Jack I heard Mike say as I left a tip on the table and was on my way out.
Be careful out there Jack I herd Susan say.
Dont worry sugar I always am .
Stay crazy .
Gonz
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
Finally silence as the knife hits the floor, you scream in terror "what're you smiling for?!"
My vision is blurred and the room starts to fade, as I think of my life and the mess I have made.
They told me not to trust you cuz you'd **** me straight to hell, they made me do things I had to promise not to tell.
They were always there whispering in my head, but they will be gone now for I will soon be dead.
You were always hiding things and sneaking from place to place, but you were trying to get me the help that I was afraid to face..
"But that can't be right you were poisoning us!" The voices grow louder as they furiously cuss..
"You little **** you tried to **** me we don't deserve this!" i mean.. think of all the fun you're going to miss..
All those games we played like hide the ****** corpse.. until we fought when you told me I have no remorse.
The poison though.. was the pills in my drink, You tried to tell me they were prescribed by my shrink.
But reality hits, this is really the end, all this time they said it was just pretend.
The voices fade as you stand there in shock, the only sound made is the tic of the clock.
I thought it was you but MY hand dropped the blade, this is by far the worst game I've ever played...
My memory was clouded but now I can see...
I thought you were crazy but the crazy one's me.
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
Greed, gluttony, indulgence, selfishness.
These are all characteristics I've viewed
From a man who chose such a proclaimed selfless profession.
Amusing how the less fortunate prey on the wallets thicker than theirs.
There is a significant difference between intentional wronging
And misguided, assumptions that only souls that are led astray make
The purpose of this text is a public service announcement,
some may call it art; only the creator truly knows it's meaning.
Mom's in the wild will protect their progeny to the death, I'll leave it at that.
It began in spoken word. Your fear carried on to strings of letters that could only flow through a brain sunken in liquid toxicity.
Don't believe everything you hear, don't dismiss it either.
Play your pawn carefully sir, as your next movement
Very well could be checkmate.
I care about society until someone I know crosses me,
I have honored you by not interrupting your rendezvous. Taking advantage of people is your game.
You prey on those who are too naive to type six letters following a name into a search box.
Fortunately, your cadaverous will forever rot.
While the tempter, sits in delight holding onto a smile so menacing. You have only seen it portrayed by Mr. Nicholsan.
Regard of the Crest of the house would have prevented your sad demise.
As there are no do-overs when you work with Satan, at least you fell for his entrapment, and no one will be wounded by your passive lies again.
we wish you eternal damnation,
the m.H.d.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
The chamber of torture
Wooden tables and knives
Surgical equipment
Used to cut open eyes
Pools of blood gushing
To the floor
I'm not sure if I can take much more
The chamber of torture
Is swallowing me
The voices in my head
Keep haunting me
What is that for?
To pull out your teeth
The chamber of torture
Is inside of me
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
What would possess a man to stalk me on the internet after I've told him over and over that I'M not looking for a relationship?
what would possess that him to pretend to be other people on the internet?
When somebody does not want you to be apart of their life...YOU should give it up
Be it male or female
You should leave them alone
respect their boundaries and their wishes if they wanted you they will be with you period!
I know I stated that I don't want a relationship
Yet I'm looking for friendship and I don't want anything else when the time comes for me to settle down again-no we're not talking about marriage just settling down with one person and being committed to each other when that time comes it will not be with you....
You can cry about it
YOU CAN rant about it
YOU CAN feel however you do
JUST just stop stalking me!
I know for a fact that you have MANY girlfriends and of course YOU asked another woman to marry you
I know for sure that you have many lovers & for what?...
I don't know because you're not really good in bed and not good at much of anything .... that's your business and I would like you to stay out of my business
I would like to live my life without you stalking me: hence why I moved to a different state!
I'm on this here poetry site that I've been a part of for a very long time
Yet
I don't even write on here as much anymore because I'm being stalked.
This this is someone that I moved far away from 2 years ago and I'm still being stalked
The saddest thing is you're wasting time on me for no reason!
All this failed understanding of what I'm saying has me worked up , like who enjoys their space being invaded?
Fact is you'll find some way to read this and still stalk me; via the web, text or call me.
Makes no sense to me..
if I must do another restraining order so be it...
I'm so tired of this bullshit and it's not that I'm afraid IT'S more so I would like peace of mind because I don't want to become a criminal and hurt this person that's stalking me knows I fear no 1.
I will protect my children so let's hope for his sake he stops!
I don't want to have to go in and out of court.
Which is WHY I move out of state; to get this person to stop stalking ME!
WE ALL can't control what people do on the internet but I **** sure can control a person going on to the poetry sites and dating sites that I'm on, pretending to be someone else!
This is so stupid to do and then try to have conversations with me. ... *** don't you think that's sad- that he's almost 50 & doing this?
He's a father of 3 and a grandfather.
He claims he can have any woman he wants,
THEN why does he stalk me huh?
Go ****** HAVE her cuz I don't want or need ya !
I hear stalking is more about control , for some your their possessions......
Guess rhats why 6 years ago he once told me -I was his property....
From then on I didn't want to be with him & MADE SURE TO get away from him.
THIS AIN'T slavery & my black Puerto Rican ass don't belong to nobody but me!
THANKS FOR READING FRIENDS AND LETTING ME VENT!
STILL MY QUESTION IS TELL ME WHY?
WHY ME? I think he'd **** me if he could find me! Tell me why?
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
My heart
Can't take this
Anymore
All the pain
The hate
All the precious
Drops of rain
They drip
And leave a stain
My life
Is shattered
I've been
Bruised and battered
But these precious
Drops of rain
Bleed away
At my mistakes
Everything
I've ever wanted
Slips between my fingers
Like the tide pulls from the earth
Still these precious
Drops of rain
Forgive me
For what it's worth
Finally I can be
One with harmony
With a knife
I take my life
What a peaceful
Tragedy
I'll drift away
And feel no pain
With last words spoken,
I will say,
*"Red rain
Flow free
Take this world
Away from me"*
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
The streetlights
Illuminate
the night with colors
That words cannot
Relate
The darkness has
Consumed
The sunlight that's
Refused
To ever shine again
And now we're trapped
in the darkness within
The demons, they are
Lurking
Searching for the blood
That they are thirsting
As the night
Swallows us whole
A black void
That devours
Our souls
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
-At times I think I am truly unwell
For deep in my mind, a playground of hell.
Where coworkers, friends, and strangers do hide.
Where anguish runs deep and blood falls from skies.
-In one room are blades to carve meat off of bone.
In another hot brands to show you are owned.
But you, my dear friend I can say with great pleasure
Are truly a prize, a new treat altogether.
-I'd start with a frame, to strap you with glee
Make sure bonds are tight, wouldn't want you to flee.
Carve my hate in your skin, your blood running wet.
Frame shaking with sobs, don't pass out on me yet.
- I'd pull out your nails, and rip out your teeth
I'd claw out your eyes to bone underneath.
I'll shiver and grin, as your screaming dies out.
Cries drown in your throat as blood pours from your mouth
-I'd sleep soundly that night, picking blood from my nails.
Fall asleep to the sound of your bellowing wails.
But alas, only wishes that form in my head
Though it brightens my day to wish you were dead.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
We have
Too much confidence for competence,
Such deliberate disguises.
Our silly grins grimly thin.
We are the hollow men,
And insidious ideals appeal
In a dream stealing spiel with zeal.
No rest for a lost boy.
This is the way the world ends;
Not with a shout but a whisper
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
The feeble glow
of yesterday's myths
and illogical legends
drift into obliquity
where the pallid shapes
of old friendships
and silhouettes of demented heads
merge
with a splash of light
on the satirical side of solemnity
in the pursuit of profundity.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
internet wingnuts...
nah nah nah whatcha thinkin?
whatcha thinkin....you spelled it wrong
whatcha thinkin...you didnt capitalize
are you satan's spawn you cant write that here
i will come to your house and eat your dog
nah nah nah whatcha thinkin?
ill follow you round tearing you down till you let me kiss you
ill fill your mailbox full of hate till you love me
i will tell everyone what a horrible person you are
till you let me in
who are you....keep me warm....let me hate you
wingnuts....wingnuts everywhere
whoever invented the block list should get a freakin sainthood
whatcha thinking you cant block me
ill just make a new profile
fill your inbox full of hate till you love me
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC