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Two sockets to accommodate a pair of eyes
Due to them this complex device cries
But today, man has taught them to become spies
Dwelling in them is lust for ephemeral joys

Two cartilaginous sound receivers on both sides
They can efficiently detect the screams and sighs
But today, they even ignore the ferocious tides
Engrossed in fabrications, for which today’s man strives

Two arms strong enough to lift and support
Are being used to steal and chop someone’s throat
They refuse to help anyone near or remote
‘Guns and shells’, this is what they promote

A small fleshy speaker which exhibits perfect duality
It allures others through its’ pitch and clarity
Today, it has mastered the skills of acerbity
Forgetting that soft speech is a part of generosity

A complex storehouse of feelings which supplies blood
It is covered with rust although made from mud
Polluted intentions have made it their cozy hut
Very delicate, but today, it is like a walnut

At last, a rotten soul which is wandering aimlessly
It has thirst for contentment and tranquillity
But today, man considers wealth as a source of felicity
I shed tears when I can’t find humanity and piety
~Fakiha~
KM Ramsey Apr 2015
i miss the dancing
and the unextinguishable lightness
of neon taffy sun rays
their barbed tails dripping
with honey as skates
flutter their wings in harmony
to stir sand and silt
and muddy waters
shatter crystal crysalises
cast shadow on frozen aquatic scenes
sandpaper skin
camouflages cartilaginous confessions

there is no dancing
in suspended animation
cryo-tanks where duplicitously drumming hearts
are stopped cold
atomic vibrations not buzzing
nor breathing objects
calling vivaciously to be consumed

tear me open
release the sensuous siren
whose diaphanous frocks
whip wildly in her
placid pirouette and
caresses my face like
a mother’s hand wiping away
tears which released the pain
that constant inescapable pressure
lance my skin
and bring forth that vile contaminant
slice the membrane around my heart
and in my crimson blood
in my metallic olfactory orchestra
separate dissonance from coalescence
and understand my conundrum
distill my banned message
and decode my heart.
Commuter Poet Apr 2016
In my sleep
I will dream of unborn
Realities

But now
I have woken
Though am I still asleep?

I am wrong placed
This expected place
Unexpected

Someone has taken my body
And I am in theirs

I am attached
To this experience
In a most disconnected manner

We ancient beings
Travelling within fleshy physicalities
Are novices

Wading through miasmic soup
Holding our breath
Plunging for meaning
Nothing but ambulant meanderers

Rays of energy
Pass unnoticed
Through our cartilaginous joints
And groaning sinews
As fellow bipedals
Led by hemispheric glossities
March army like
Into diurnal rhythmicals

Heart warmth
Lifts deep dungeon dwellers
From their plight

And sweet juices of hope berries
Revitalise the old

This is the Eden foundry
This, an altered nirvana
This but a displaced unreality
Is our temporary
Habitat

Our strange
Fangled
Home
27th April 2016
Robert L Sep 2020
My body speaks
cartilaginous creaks
and my organs groan from within.

They talk of past deeds
And unspoken needs
And of course the occasional sin.

My heart skips beats
With random deceits
As I gasp with innocent surprise.

My stomach churns
And regularly burns
So much it brings tears to my eyes.

And those eyes are now blurred
larger type is preferred
Is this not the path of the wise?

My brain still remembers
But sometimes dismembers
The order in which I surmise.

My fingers they swell
And they hurt like hell
And perhaps that’s where I am bound.

My ears are still good
I still hear as I should
But all I hear is meaningless sound.

My tongue lost it’s taste
And now flavor I chase
And so I pile on the spice.

And my dear sense of smell
Is leaving as well
And that doesn’t seem very nice.

So what do I retain
From this sad refrain
Of my ability to engage with life?

To discover reality
Is naught but travesty
And there’s little meaning to the strife.
Up all night I'm battling a strenuous catastrophe,
Looking anywhere for light,
obscuring by darkness consuming all of me,
How could this be real?
Why is this happening?

Clutching for saintly remedies, but demolished by unrighteously impious slayers,
Driven down like a nail relentlessly my spirit withers in layers,
Reaching out to seek the truth within as the walls build up by deceptive bricklayers,
I'm trapped in overcrowded waters filled with alligators.

Never to give in I fight tooth and use my nails,
Their cartilaginous skin rejects all attempts to coup so frail,
The consumed evil inside darkens any light to push my sail,
Becoming blind to take control against such evil, I can only follow the braille.

Hardened from the torment to compartmentalize what I feel,
I pull on the line with my trauma as bait to catch what's real,
Using my blood I make this oath to the end and to never to break the seal,
Ignoring the devil I'll never cave in, I'll never make a deal,
Swimming forward in this crowded filth I hold my breath like a seal,
My righteousness prevents their attempt to eat as I glow in teal,
The scars from the nibbles before start to peel,
I'm almost there under the bricklayers hidden underwater concealed.

Soon to pass sin as it begins again,
Too late for my fate I see heavens gate,
I don't regret a step into this spider web,
My heart pierced by gods dart I depart,
My survival in denial that life is entitled,
My struggle buckled with white knuckles,
The breath of death laced in ****,
I did my best, I'll rest, I passed the test.
"I can't pretend anymore!" Exclaimed a lumbering jack on a steeple
"I want to **** new people," sayeth the man who ****** old people
"I won't pretend no more!" Proclaimed a lumber jack atop a steeple
"Can I **** newer people?" Asked a ****** of ******* older people
because a welfare ***** with 3 mulatto babes is resolute to keep all
of what she's finagled from men dumped into a ruinously-deep well
Look queer-bait homosexy gay, it's The Killing starring big Sterling
Hayden as Johnny Clay with Coleen Gray as beloved girlfriend Fay
whose ready **** are what amoebae & spirochetes are to tooth decay
over the dermal denticles of a cartilaginous skate or brown whipray
through Arctic Sea currents no matter what a buck ****** might say
about his fat, white *******, smokin' crack, scarfing from a T.V. tray
while cystic bubbles through pimply skin makes pouty gigolos gray
can be done on wheels
a cartilaginous fish
is done on ice, skate

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