"depraves" poems
Poured upon the coldest plate
Sensations I have felt of late,
Oozing out in rhyme so thin
To slit betwixt the blood and skin,
Feelings I can best describe
As mothers’ milk in ostrich hide.
Feeling I can best project
As crystal **** wrote circumspect.
Turgid as the wrath in waves
I feel my very soul depraves
The values held within my breast,
The turbulence portrayed at best
As damnable as purple ink
With oiliness of olive stink.
This malady is best described
As mothers’ milk in ostrich hide.
Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
24 June 2010
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 9:02 PM UTC
like nausea comes in waves,
melancholy,misery enters,
it robs and depraves,
the mind,the soul,
destroying your being,
its ultimate goal.
dark demons writhe and chase,
hair pulling,self harming,
scratching at your face,
darkest deepest black,
dragging you back,
to a time you wish was alien.
ebony looms,
at the light within,
snuffing life out,
he shadows you,
the reaper,
with his deathly grin.
madness,delusions,
insanity,instability,
pandemonium,lunacy,
all real in the mind,
not deadly illusions.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:04 AM UTC
Anxieties fear agnostic fronts seeking a plethora of suicidal nightmares.
Drowning in the pools of blood of the sacrificial lambs.
The reaper depraves our body of our soul;
leaving us in a pile of dark ashen earth.
That pile is blown away by the dusts of time, he crept in and we are no more.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Melodic perfection winds through my ears
and finds my heart.
Authentic purity overcomes me
in the length of a cleansing sigh.
I am an extension of the music.
Let me fall through the lush lyrics
as they slip into nothingness,
chased by whispers of rhythms
that bow to the soft,
solo sad note.
Standing alone,
it is that suspended heartbreak
that becomes my very salvation.
I am captivated and hang motionless,
unable to control the cry for solace.
The silence that follows
carries naught
but a trembling tear.
Its slow, deliberate splash
deprives me of breath
and depraves the scant sanctuary
that is so painfully fragile.
The truth is now sustained;
We are the composition.
Awaken what is hidden
for a higher reminder
and walk me,
dance me,
romance me to the night’s contentment.
Only then do the wandering secede
to the late goodbye conveyed
by the instrumental vow
of the final vibrato.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Foment in a sea of green
With torment in its tail,
Writhing in performance
Wrenching in its flail.
Rationale cavorting
In ocean lost to foam
With rank and file aborting
Its chaotic flight for home.
Truth defiled to window
Pride divorced to flaw,
International prestige lost
To reputation’s door.
Pitiful to spectate
Administrators fawn
As those, once great, capitulate
To observation’s yawn.
America capitulates
Sunk beneath the waves
As pinkly, pouting proffers
It tweetingly depraves.
Once great, to teeter terrified
On brink of void’s abyss
I see dead eyes, expressionless,
Lurch on to farewell’s kiss.
M.
Observing, in horror, the demise of something once…. Great.
Taranaki, New Zealand.
25 October 2017
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC