"delerium" poems
They hide behind
A masked impunity
One that loiters on the lips
That gathers dust
While proclaiming
A nightmare of angels
Who haunt derangement
In startling blasphemous hullucinations
Which excite to the point of delerium
Who menace with grandiose examples
Which surpass all human capacities
Renouncing indisputable rights as heresy
Keeping their stones not cast, unthrown
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
Firewood turned to ash before my eyes
The desert is cool
Tall Rock night
The thorn bush turns to thickets
Cold black river water
Long haired coyote
Covered in sand
Vultures circle me
Under the moon
I hear voices in my head
Y la lengua es un fuego en el mundo de maldad
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 4:27 PM UTC
I walk, between the rush of breeze covering
The fields of wheat, green, tall, willowy
And the crush of ache resting,
Inside my heart,
Caressed sighs blown from phantom lips
Raise me, wistfully, to
Linger, in the whispered maybe of tomorrow,
Hushed in my crimson dreams
Captured
Within his arms
Once more
Where...
My languid eyes swim his ocean
To far horizons
Laying across his shore
Painted in the colours of precious ache
I mingle moonlight,to blend ******
Patterns resting upon his skin...my tongue follows a
Tattoed kiss traversing his lean torso
Searing iced breath beneath my moan...
Groaning in his open mouth
My famished breath feeds hungrily...
Spin drifting,
In faded denim...he peels
My curves soft,
Wanton...and
Wears me in heavy sighsssssssss
Exquisite sensations,
Splay me open to
Lay in wicked warmth upon his quiver dampened mouth
Sailing in fevered delerium, upon 'desire's' crest
Trembling
When he pierces the nuance of my crave
My intake of breath his reward
Nectared wetness dripppppppssssss across his lips...
Naked flesh
Tangled
Sinking deeper into darkened silk, my
Spine arched in invitation, a slide against
The drop of hips, night stained
Sweetly
Beckoning tempest's intoxication, in
The primal ****** of quickening
Where he wraps me
Molten, voracious and demanding, driving me
Again and again, breathless whispers
Against torched flesh
Make me his...
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
A steady stream bellowing out my nose
i wanted to play today sniveling staring at my toes
why now must i feel so, voice hoarse cannot go
cannot speak, cannot sleep, even force of will fails me.
Stuck in bed enjoing a *** head eating at my brain
as zombiesaurus might know, i too am going insane,
crumbly delight, a ******* helps fight with crunchy grain
ahd and aaaaand now i, sqhinting, can barely see.
Even so i roll with it, my thoughts and me, we are
desperation to derision, derivition a bit far
the demons within trying to be free i sternly bar
God help me, i'd feel good though if freely they'd be.
Coughing hurts again, feels i'll never win, never win i say
but through the delerium, i cut through a foggy bay
whats this i see, mom with soup, i might survive i may
warm feelings abound, a smile in my face, not the worst day.
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 8:39 AM UTC
Death valley drone,
warm sun flesh draped over,
stiff, parched bone - joint torn,
cored roasted ligament on stifling plains.
Sun set delerium,
excitement, psychedelia in,
wild minds, winding, twisting ways,
flushed skin, bleached hair,
death wish depraved,
melancholy-mania taking hits,
under rapture days
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
Through passion I live,
through stagnation I die,
through diligence I am reborn.
Over all things my word is my blood.
It lives as I live slipping through
my veins and into my heart.
I put pen to paper and vanquish my
demons. When the words stop
flowing, I can’t get going.
I fall into dreamless slumber.
Within silence lies my fallen comrades.
Murdered by delerium and conceit.
They dwell in the realm between shadows
drowning in thick, palpable darkness.
I must be lucky to have not perished
under the weight of my predecessors
for the road is long and weary.
But when the oceans of my soul
get to stirring, the tempest roams
searching for dreamy outlet in starless
skies of ruby and amber. I concede.
My blood has won.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
She left me like
Brutus left Caesar
like a shark attack.
My back was bent and
bleeding, and I was well
versed in delirium.
She had the electricity
shut off the day after
she abandoned me, and I drank
myself into a new oblivion.
There were kittens in
the wall--shadows tall and hot,
and I was well versed
in delirium.
I stole Four Locos' from
the convenience store, but
not enough to keep
the goblins at bay.
They chased me through
my nightmare--molested
me at dawn.
The elixir exorcised the monsters.
But I often misplaced it,
in the dryer or fireplace.
Meat began to rot in
the freezer, and I was
well versed in delirium.
My moon flowered brain thought
the cat tree was
a person.
I paced the floor and
talked to it; asked questions,
sought solace.
Degradation of the
mind reached critical mass.
And I landed in the
psych ward again.
The bats brought seizures,
and cheesecake, and yogurt
berry parfaits that were
to die for.
I was well versed in
delirium
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 2:13 PM UTC
standing by my side
a delerium or dream?
back into this world
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 7:52 AM UTC
In case they come looking, I will pretend I don't see glitter
in the sky, because I do,
a crossed eyed believer
screams for you. "I want to go home now"
twenty-four years grieving
the past
present future, I still don't know
who I'm missing
I've gone psychotic once again-- don't dare
turn round, they're coming for you
with rot blood
and a poor children's army
so I was told
Lucy is full of magic,
under the
insane asylum,
in all delirium
she left her body within a hollow
willow tree
to become a dream walker
pacing deadfall manor, yet,
someday
you will understand
why we cannot build ivory towers
to heaven
someday you will understand
why the deciding fates
left emerald tablets for
daria's eyes, why they burn-- I don't know
I cannot make a move
without DMT and a heartbreak--
the critical axis
of creatures
connected to contrasted scenes
here I was told to burn the money,
"birth stars, instead"
but if you catch the ash...
Hell is a poet. roll it. smoke it.
look at all the glitter in the sky?
each moment is a myth
handed to people who
can no longer remember where they came from
I have too many, they pile up
like tangled chrysanthemums
beating out each others
beauty in the pursuit of the virgins sun-- Edger Keela
Edger Keela said
moments matter-- in fact, 15 minutes from now
I will look up and mourn
another lost
trip
trip
trip trip
knowing that the only time I cry
is when clarity and alchemy forget one another,
true love
is a twisting light, I bow my head
when I speak, I lay down
and write with my tongue, my lips
but willow
can't sleep why can't willow sleep?
on white sheets
of unwritten life lines
I've come to understand
nothing but secrete doors, as if
reality was hidden behind them;
words of pitch black can be found, here
the house is on fire...
we set ourselves on fire on fire on fire,we write.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
And matters of a serious kind
the things that prey upon the mind,
the closing day
the dogs that bay,
the twitches
witches
***** britches, braces, basket cases,
touching all the bases one, two, three
in that order OCD
I see or rather don't the
stupidity of what I won't and
I won't think of that.
In flat cap because I sat on it
I writ or rather wrote
a note,
look before you sit it said
or was it read,
not sure of that, but the cap
was definitely flat.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
I'm spinning around
I'm moving at the speed of sound...
I dance
I prance
I listen to Delerium
In a trance
I jump up in the air like I'm skating on ice..
Imagine a "V"
I touch my toes ~ it feels nice
Energy pulsating through my veins
I'm spinning around...
I don't ever want to touch the ground
I go for a run
when I feel spun
(To the a** hole shrink that said I'd never be William Faulkner)
That's not my style
that's not who I want to be...
n' you're never going to know
what it's like to be free
As I'm spinning around
My vision is clear/I truly see...
You're not in my body..
You're not me.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
On my own here we go
Im exhausted and im confused
Im real used to getting used
My heart beats fast
I cant sit still
I forgot to take my pills
Oh my god here we go
Dissociation is my home
Disconnected from my bones
I used to love getting ******
My mind is killed
By my whims and wills
All alone take me home
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
Love finds me in
the nuthouse
wandering in
Delerium, sweat-drenched
dreams.
She's my ******* angel,
and she ***** the
vagabond poison from
my veins.
Arms are bruised to
a Dijon yellow.
I forgot the
ecstasy of
connection and ******
chemistry.
The heat...the
smiles that set the
bones on fire.
This is birth.
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 2:49 AM UTC
She left me like
Brutus left Caesar
like a shark attack.
My back was bent and
bleeding, and I was well
versed in delirium.
She had the electricity
shut off the day after
she abandoned me, and I drank
myself into a new oblivion.
There were kittens in
the wall--shadows tall and hot,
and I was well-versed
in delirium.
I stole Four Locos' from
the convenience store, but
not enough to keep
the goblins at bay.
They chased me through
my nightmare--molested
me at dawn.
The elixir exorcised the monsters.
But I often misplaced it,
in the dryer or fireplace.
The meat began to rot in
the freezer, and I was
well-versed in delirium.
My moonflowered brain thought
the cat tree was
a person.
I paced the floor and
talked to it; asked questions,
sought solace.
Degradation of the
mind reached critical mass.
And I landed in the
psych ward again.
The bats brought seizures,
and cheesecake, and yogurt
berry parfaits that were
to die for.
I was well-versed in
delirium
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 1:20 PM UTC
The holidays aren't meant
For the lonely.
Imagine,
Going to a department store
Alone
To only buy cheap gifts
For your grandma
For your siblings
For your mother
No lovers
No friends
Nobody exceptional.
Insanity.
And they all are expecting
Nothing or
Cheap knick-knacs
From you.
Nobody to impress.
Then working 10 days straight
Up until christmas eve
To make sure everyone else
Has a memorable christmas.
Christ.
I open the 3rd
From the 2nd 12 pack
Of the week
I open the book
Celine says:
"People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delerium
in front of them."
I smile
Dog-ear the page
Hold the brown ale
Up to the light
It is pretty
Like a poisonous flower
I **** the bottle
And time moves like its suppose to.
A fast uncontrollable blur
I am one with the spinning earth
Thoughts and words flow freely
There is no past
There is no future
Just a distorted
Present.
I walk outside
For a cigarette.
I stand swaying
Becoming
Intolerable
To the people
That pass by
Rubbing them
The wrong way
Like a poisonous
Flower.
Christ.
Bring me the
New year.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Happiness.
Is just a
Delerium.
I feel as it washes over me.
When I'm too high on.
Magic mushrooms.
Or acid.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
Never should
One person
Sacrifice
Themselves in
Regard to an
Idiot who is a
Nuisance that
Generates
Suspicion while
Attending
To
The most
Accredited kind of
Choice
Hereafter
Edifying their
Delerium
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC