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Nat Lipstadt Jun 2023
I am a Taken Poet ~ “The Wreckage of Your Silent Reverie”^

<6:45 AM Sat June 3>

again and again, a peculiar lyric
more than provokes, ******, injects,
no mere head buzzing, sledgehammer
beheaded, no under skin, in my pores,
shedding,reabsorbed, replaying the replay,
until I, will-less, commanded endlessly,
induced, besplay my irritants into my
“take,” for I am an overtaken poet, searching relief

too well, the wreckage refuse of these
silent reveries consume us, and I shriek,
contemplating the years of holey falling,
not hours or days, not weeks or months,
spent in rigorous dreams, facing & escaping,
my guilts, my fork failures, bottling & pouring,
with no relief from screams, head-banging,
nightmare visitations and inarticulate moans

until they form words, projectile ejected,
pollutants upon a clean, white background,
and dispatched to the heavens or nether land,
and to you, here in poem form that brings but a
modicum crumb of relief that empties, buying
time, knowing full well, my cup runneth over and
fresh replacement troops are eager, readily available,
by joining the seesaw border war, splitting my halves

my halves for I am not whole, I am deboned,
and slices fall off of these trough of words,
these statements of fact & fission, uninformed forms,
even worse, formed formlessness reciting repetitive,
inescapable  escapades, dead-ended hell highways,
these poems, all carcasses of me, roadside ****, until,
someone unseen, unknown invisible, removes them
to the largest refuse pile in world, a inutile poem heap

even this epistolary of diary entries offered down for
your bemusement, my expulsionary relief, give but
the briefest analgesic, and a newest version of an oldest
reverie, old friend, comes like the unending beeping,
of a dying battery of a fire alarm, squeaking, unrelenting,
unresponsive to curses or begging till the last ounce
of its energy is consumed, so too I, impatient squeak words,
too many contemptuously familiar yet well hid in new combos,

temporarily pulled from the wreckage of my silent reverie


~~~~~~~~~~~~<7:45 AM>~~~~~~~~~~~~

^ “Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here”

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Sarah Mclachlan
gray overcast chilly Saturday morn,
listening to the chirping of a dying battery,
reminding me of my mortality and
my other stuff.
Christos Rigakos Jul 2012
i wish, i wish, i were a simple fish,
that spends a thoughtless life in salty sea,
is hooked, and fried, and ends up on a dish,
deboned and sliced to pieces silently,

for i have been too human-like for me,
and cry out salty rivers held by dams,
for losses that, to fish, would never be,
with words upon my inner teeth enjambed,

yet if i were, the salt would grow by grams,
the sea in saltiness would **** all life,
before the fish had any chance to scram,
avoiding death to live with heavy strife,

for all my tears in water'd be unseen,
fish mouths agape would know not why they scream

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
Spenserian Sonnet
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
While listening to everyone but myself,
  failing to take my own advice

I married the widow of dark consensus,
  betrothed to darkness—divorced of light

I followed her blindly into the cave,
  where the leopard of ignorance roamed

And watched as the demon devoured my words,
   unholy banquet—all verses deboned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2022
Ye cursed with too much knowledge,
all fate’s within your grasp
The destiny of all beguiled
entrenched behind your mask

To Thee of grace outstanding,
the rose and bud the same
Beginnings end as endings start
assumptions die unclaimed

Oh Ye who brave the mountain,
its winds blow far and chill
Each footstep placed a sin erased
the moment frozen still

And Ye who share the journey,
all mockingbird’s deboned
Your wisdom marks a trail unseen
—for others to atone

(Las Vegas Airport: July, 2022)
DaSH the Hopeful Aug 2017
Stranger things have happened
The splitting of an atom led to all the Eves and Adams
We just keep climbing up this ladder
What happens when we reach the top of it
Does it matter?
Still, stranger things have happened
I hung myself with string theory gripped in madness
And visited the vast void dripped in blackness
Crippled past tense reminds us of what was
And how inevitable it is that everything gets crushed and
Deboned with time
My skeleton remains hesitant at 11:59
Still even stranger things have happened
I woke up as a lab rat with a hazmat and a gasmask
Phantom of the operating theater with the seats packed
Breathing in sterile air trying to feel the breeze
Strap my self into a gurney
To perform out of body surgery
I said I'd never turn the other cheek but
Stranger things have happened
mEb Feb 2012
Guarded none other than fetcher of bone

Defacement and then
removal of insides-blatent

Cometh you will stand ground of his thrill
May ye join fleshly hobby and thus-
make small talk

Granted
-sensations unheard of will consume
whilst pale palms grip prudent warm death

The common road, a gateway
yet, that ****, pleasant leeway
no kind of our kind deboned and taken
summon the already passed
much helpless animal unshaken
I come home stumbling drunk
In a haze of morning light
The barest whisper of spring
A soft promise of dawn
I uncradle my heart from my palms
Step neatly out of my dew dappled clothes
Undress and hang up my skin
The freckled mess of it
Remove the pins from my hair
Let it tumble and fall from my scalp
I put firm fingers into a hollow chest
Gently pluck out all my organs
Stack them in labelled boxes
Let the light splinter through my ribs
I smile a slow grin, all teeth and sorrow
Fold myself tenderly onto the floor
Be illuminated as the hours pass
Basking in sunshine and love
Coax the flowers out with songs
Sung through rattling teeth
Swallowed, consumed, wholly hugged
By the growth of green grass
Inside a honey glow room
The wind is a kiss goodbye
The body sleeps
The wind sleeps
I am survived by my softness
dye Aug 2014
IV.
i knew you enough
that it would not be absurd
to arrive on
a universal conclusion
that you look better
skinless, muscleless, deboned
like an enthusiastic med student,
i would ****
just to have your cadaver
so i can passionately
anatomize you
the same way
a musician with a good ear
can dissect a song
saying it non-metaphorically,
the sum of your parts
is a million times better
than your entirety
sure, everyone hailed you a genius
but you didn’t know that, did you?
because you kept on
settling
for people who
never saw you
beyond
your
glistening
body sheets
recycled **** series
fray narte Nov 2021
the world has taken away all of my poems. i have nothing to do but regress — sit still as november peels itself away. lo, i crawl into myself; all traces of anything human are left to dissipate, like a ghost sliding gracefully in faint, flaxen light. mute and unheard, i ache to unsee patches of my unraveled skin, so painfully human. so painfully visible. inside, i twist in painful longing to fall into obscurity — to be locked away like a tiny bone in a closed fracture, to perish in a sleepy seaside town, to fade like a poetic conundrum in a motionless, lilac dream.

come tomorrow, someone else in my body awakes with the same exhausted eyes. same despondent breaths. and i'm left to cling inside my skin, to wander indefinitely — a deboned greek kore, a mouthful of abstract poems, a mystery moving backwards to unsolve itself.

lo, the echoes: i cling inside my skin — walk beneath my skin. i am safe. safe. i’m more bearable somewhere out of sight. i’m more myself somewhere out of reach.
Faizel Farzee Oct 2021
how do I still love you when everything screams to let you go
how do i still care when your icy  goodbye left me cold as snow
How do i still need you when you left me swinging
from high to low
How do i still feel you, when your silloute is but a ghost
no longer want to be here ,without you not a home
loneliness the darkness silence
dictates the melody of your metranome

tears falling to the sound of raindrops, emotions twisted cycloned
shards of glass all around, broken soul by happiness disowned

heart screaming, the devil  he knows
you left me, a candle, wickless to the bone,
shine blown out by your lies, tears me to tears, rivers I cry, heart turned to stone

leaving me lifeless, ready to fight less
lay down and just drown.
leaving me broken severed deboned
increasingly seemingly love was disowned
miss your soothing tone, all i can do is scream at my phone

loneliness wont leave me alone, feels i should atone
measured  never known lost my pleasant tone
every thought my displeasure shown
every last  pleasure stolen,  hope overdosed
it's lifeless forever on this dangling rope
never so i cant cope
tangled up in a strangeling grip
lifes book angrily wrote

truthful note to heaven it wish to float.
sad notes emotions tearing a dog fight
truth your enemy it took flight
bad nights  functions disabled,
lies keeping me awake at night
tribulations my daily plight
no modern knight
felt tall with you, disheveled I lost all height
faulting  with ease, the stranger in the mirror staring back at me, he lost his fight, dont think he'll ever be all right.


this the end for me, love and i will never be
friends again from it  i flee
all i can do  get lost in reverie
reliving hapiness in memories under pretense
treachery
whatever be honestly I dont have the energy, i feel i will never heal not in this century

you can listen to the actual song

bandlab.com/writtenalph
video location to all songs, on my profile

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