"defibrillation" poems
The feel of the pen
on the paper
the poet grabs a verse.
the dripping of morphine
the flow of endorphins
flow of electronic lines
across the monitor
let’s hope we don’t flatline
this mere mortal
needs a portal to the stars
this mere mortal needs
defibrillation to the heart
the way the poetry forms
in the lungs and the mind
the way life needs beauty
is sometimes unkind
I am the blood transfusion
the illusion
of poems
bells chime
Electrons flow
Radioactive X-rays know
Poetry opens doors
I am the emergency poet
I will take flight
in flames
never shall I be tamed
But I will make that heart beat
and get you out of your seat
And on the road to recovery
and discovery
Because poetry heals
and steals back our songs
what could go wrong?
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
Different
lines on the thermometer,
when it happens,
it moves all by itself.
Deliberately
random restless waters,
terrestrials standing on their banks,
recidivists having deposits
and withdrawals
at an inflated rate.
Dungeoneering
--the amplified gesture
means a convenience charge,
elevate me later.
Defibrillation,
I'm on the existential end
of viral paradise,
"the files you have on me"
are a trail of stolen pebbles,
sure to inoculate my final
walk into the sea.
Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024 at 12:15 PM UTC
I..am a collector of words;
Words that weave together
To form the clauses
that blossom into stories; people’s stories.
Words that keep secrets, spin lies,
Howl profound confessions from the rooftops of minds
Rushing out and over the ledges of lips to fall
On ears that do not listen—floating
Story after story, finally reaching the ground—forgotten.
On the sidewalk lay the slain and mangled things;
Victims of gravity—of silence that refused to break—
Of ears that refused to listen.
i… am the undertaker of the alphabet city.
I pick up the fallen, garbled, and lifeless;
Carting them away to the depths of my mind
Cataloguing, keeping, revering the reverberating vibrations.
my ears hear what is yearning to be heard
they acknowledge the wants of language.
I practice the Resuscitation of monologues
and the Defibrillation of forgotten phrases
an EMT of etymology,
I coagulate the bloodied and heartfelt confessions of lovers
suturing the spaces between breathless sentences.
prophetic Disambiguations clutch at gray matter and claw through flesh
tearing the tethered syllables from which meanings are formed.
I twist plot like a lemon twists martinis
Weaving tales that intertwine like the digits in math
or my hands when you held them in your own.
clasped shut.
tongue-tied is just another term for french kiss
and it is hard for you to find the right words to say
because I, a collector, have caught every last one from your lips.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
Nothing but pain in my veins, wondering when will things ever be the same?
Struggling each night, just to keep myself from drowning in this horrible pool of pain
Drip drop, my heart slowly begins to stop and suddenly all I feel is shame
Now simultaneously my eyes begin to pour torrential rain
Endless agony and suppression, all because my pain has got me deep in oppression
Fighting with myself, just one more incident and dangggggggg it's right back to depression
"Pull yourself together" "Don't cry" "Stay strong"
My mind tries to convince that there's no possible way I could've right this wrong.
Swear the Only reason I like the rain is because I nicely matches my pain
All the joy it brings to watch my tears slowly travel down the drain
Whose idea was it anyway to think to ever hurt someone else all for selfish gain?
Well 'Mr. Popular' I hope you enjoy your notoriously self earned fame
Seriously was my distress, just a part of your hilarious test?
Knew I should've preserved myself,
Just knew I should've invest much less.
I could've saved myself a long time ago
Instead I was too caught up in trying to convince myself that it really wasn't soo
If you want to you'd go, but you'd hurt me deeply and that you know
The purpose of exactly which pain you cause me was never a real mystery
Because between you and me, we both know what was the real curiosity...
It was me thinking that my despondency, would ever yield the response I really wanted to see.
Endless trials and tribulations,
man this stress really puts me in desperate need of defibrillation
But I'm definitely thankful to God for this oh, so sweet revelation.
Absolutely nothing but pain in my veins
Thinking now just maybe things don't ever have to be the same
Satisfied in knowing all my hurt was not in vain
Not because I wished you death or horrible pain
But because my betters days arrived and now I...
I am proud to say that I now smile victoriously through the rain.
- (jrew)
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
somewhere over two packs a day
budget smokes
tobacco and chemicals swept up off the plant floor
combines with well over one thousand gallons of Jim Beam
hate-fest on the liver and lungs –
from under twenty the ******* and LSD
sherm’s with the break dancers
in the Frisco Bay
years of **** abuse
both via the nose,
and also from a foil tube
………….
and then the ****** –
50 plus years old in an emergency room
looking at pictures
of 10% heart function
fuzzy, grainy, distorted,
and true…
major life changes ensue
through with smoking and eating garbage
afraid of road rage
and defibrillation
sitting in a basement
thinking about my cannabis oil
and a November trip to Colorado. –
phone calls to friends expressing a new version
telling the youth the lifestyle isn’t always the way
living fast and dying young
doesn’t always work
rarely leaves a pretty corpse
and won’t make you any more of a badass….
to live one’s life to the fullest
each and every day
with no consideration for the outcome
sometimes has you looking at pictures
of healthy lungs
plaque free arteries
a clean liver
and only 10% heart function –
Images I have never seen
waltz through my mind
slowly turning and moving to and fro
one, two, three
one, two, three
the rhythm matching the unevenness
of his most important muscle
I sit quietly on the edge of my bed
thinking over a lifetime and my best dear friend
I hope we make it to November. –
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
I catalog events with a subtle, ulterior pretense
Describing the notorious infamy in all the events
And anything characterized, inspiring, and bold
Makes a story unfold in the real time it's told
I am snowblind and need defibrillation to wake up
Either my heart turned cold or has simply had enough
The ferry fan dreamboat has only so inadequately found
That as I feel my orienting response record the time down
It is not truly me who was looking around
Though I can pinpoint the exact moment that I drowned
The only lingering product of me absolutely remaining
Is the aftermath of my angina so ever restraining
Never complaining until the sound of the trigger
Then I'll be adamant to describe that noise with vigor
Though rigorous it may be, I will try, I might even with some tact
And let you in one last time presenting only fact.
I stepped away and left this place while presently in line
The sentence was one more time for the last time
And then you said goodbye
I was watching all the while a vapor on the scene
And I felt myself lose oxygen with no production in my spleen
My blood does not perfuse in that bilateral moment of blame
How can I let asystole clamp and constrict my cowed red vein?
How could I dilate the cause of my shame?
How could I love my life in the rain?
The simple reason I was experiencing tinitus...
I found out all connections were lies
Like a manufactured virus
Love was a prescription with doses written in ink
With no distinction and no response I could not think
With no recompense or recognition I felt my larynx shrink
I was only dumbfounded so I took to my reflexes
Handpicking a numb tendency to fill my recesses
But it only drains you and me and leaves a hole behind
I'm nowhere near magical so it's power cannot rewind
If so inclined I'll tap my spine and steer it all back
But I don't feel you anymore
Only this heart attack
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
To be shocked by joy
And the jolt of surprise
To feel the warm rays of appreciation
Defibrillation to a stalling heart
What a sign to see
To help me return to my lost art
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC