"lobotomizing" poems
She leans on my shoulder
hisses to me softly
with her serpent tongue
that slips into my ear
curls in my brain
lobotomizing
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 3:57 PM UTC
i am waiting for a lobotomizing love,
to disembowel my mind
to erode my bones
to scoop out my insides with shaking hands,
lifting them to the light, i will not be reborn
debilitating, primal instincts and i
am waiting for a lobotomizing love
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 7:58 PM UTC
Violent waves crash ashore;
in this dream I cannot tell what is real anymore.
I see a figure standing ten feet tall;
the moon obstructed by a beastly maw.
Murmuring questions with a sleepy tongue;
answers haunted me in grim return.
Lobotomizing the entirety of my mind,
the feral creature only spoke with shapes and rhyme.
Poised before me was a legendary hunter.
A ghastly dire-beast, who could tear the world asunder.
Sporting a melancholic expression;
he opens the sealed mouth with a deadly suggestion.
His gums bleeding from pale infection.
Sourcing the problem I ache with poor digestion.
Unable to sniff out sustenance,
his own life-force is leading him astray.
In this nightmare; guilt turns night to day.
Lost in the dark the hunter cannot pray.
Mustering the strength, I mend his pain.
Reaching into the gnarly abyss;
pulling out something of a shame.
Rapturing open wounds; I am fearful of blame.
Crying with a grisly howl.
I am becoming apart of the beast;
and the hunter becomes infused within.
A ritual complete.
The fabric of reality dissipates as the moon weeps.
I rejoice with newly kindled vigor as I exit this plane of existence.
Exalted I am, now I rest my troubled mind.
May this prolific dream endure all of time.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
the sun,
it beats down on the grass,
discontented and desolate,
godless,
I pass with a nod
the cells,
they spill out on the floor
with fury and desire,
fullness,
it spills out on the floor
color,
it reacts to the soul
radiant and lobotomizing,
mind,
it beats down on the floor
and the sunset lasts forever.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
As my footsteps disappear into puddles
And the ripples go silent
I put to doubt
The things we make
Of mud today
As knowledge travels
Rails of science
Instead of the path
Of knowing time
We’re sending light
Where it wasn’t meant to be
Like the greatest of all angels did
We have turned learning into
An autopsy of everything
Lobotomizing every liberty
Analyzing mistakes to find
Better excuses
Bitterly abusing conscience
And sapience
Numbed by the applause
Of every new Eureka!
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
Lobotomizing my emotions
so not to fall on a sabre of
indecisions that haemorrhage
in my capacity to foresee.
I am a rendition of contorted
ambitions that I want to dissect
upon a realization that all is
not I wanted it to be.
Asphyxiate my breath, cull my
words so not to expel the true.
My reflection will be deducing all
that fell silent in vain before.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC