"pathogen" poems
Violence is real and natural. Multidimensional, it exists in every form of life. Its visceral, it shears through the thickest ice, survives the coldest vice and won't shatter when thrown from incredible hieghts.
Violence is quick and unjust.
It swiftly infects the blood then slowly turns a useful mind to rust, takes away all that someone is and replaces it with formaldehyde and sawdust, it wants to watch as the body succumbs to deaths lust.
Violence is hard and true.
It's an event, a car crash that forced a woman out of the windshield like a 12 gauge slug pumped straight into the heart of a child who's witnessed skin hanging from the hole his mother just went through.
Violence is in the air like a pathogen, infecting us with an experience that executes our innocence, genocide, created from hate by that precious few.
In one dimension or another, it's the backbone of every great nation and of all life, it's nothing new.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC
In winter this **** storm of a town falls to nothing but a low hum
and it is a steady as it is wide spread
And in only a matter of weeks, we forget what it is to breathe fresh air
So we go through the motions of living in this assembly line kinda life
The motions of laughing and breathing and crying and falling and loving
And the influenza of seasonal depression is infectious so we wrap ourselves in coats and hats and scarves in hope of escaping the pathogen of loneliness that radiates through our stereos
In winter, this town falls into hibernation
the snow falls mercilessly, without anguish.
tell me
Were you awake when you first caught me, because I was still half-asleep when I found myself in your arms
Were you awake when you first kissed me, because I was in a dream when my lips first met yours
But there was something in your electric touch that woke me
And I remembered that snow melts
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC
creeping fingers,
crawling hands,
innocent at first--
innocent? not likely--
malicious more like.
the purity of your
polystyrene soul,
the unremitting cleanse,
the repent(the chase),
it's your lifeline. the
shocked look, saccharine power
held over tiny fawn--
****** clarity as they might,
oh dear incubus.
the power to end all
held in tiny fists.
this births not demon babes,
but a century of fear
and inadequacy.
downy kittens hardwired with
an inevitable self-destruct.
bring the world to it's knees,
incessant, indefatigable pathogen,
taking grasp of neurons, synapses.
good intentions yearned for the green light
while yours-- red as the blood rose
manifests in lovely lips
for eternity stained with **** wine--
the wine you brewed, you fermented
in the cellar of ********** and hatred.
the father, the son, and the holy spirit,
and the things that lie between.
blessed fingers, blessed breath
freezes as the stiff arms of your diocese.
hushed catholic whisper, angels to never
nearly achieve their wholly holy grail--
your kryptonite. secret looks, hasty deliverance,
catharsis.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
They claim I can lead, that they can look up to me.
That in a time so bleak, it's nice to see someone so strong.
I am a very weak person.
I am fragile.
My immune system is shot.
Any passing pathogen is free to stir me up.
My walls are cracked and peeling, they are a poor defense.
I've lost control over my feelings, and nothing makes sense.
The world ends every day, yet, I remain in tact.
I'm a cockroach scuttling through the motions, taking orders from rats.
No one seems to think about the life of the insect, that putrid little pest,
After the fact...
After the blast, conflict is presumed to have passed,
But life is not as we're taught it is in History class.
Sure, I can survive; I've gotten by.
Haven't I prevailed over all of the ants and all of the flies?
Still, I wonder why...
Why? wonder...why?
I don't feel like I've tried?
At points on the line I thought I had died, or at least wasted my life.
Still, I stand here, watching the others pass by.
Expressionless faces filled with blood that's run dry.
The only reason I'm not floating on is because my hands were not tied.
I'd have drowned with the rest of them if it weren't for where I lie.
The ground on which I was born is comparatively high,
Though the guilt instilled upon me is pushing me lower to the scene of the crime.
Their lungs filled with water,
Mine with wasted time.
With feet barely wet, and my knees still dry, the guilt presses harder...but I still haven't tried.
If I am strong, then this world must be wrong.
Oh, so wrong. And for how long? How long must a man pretend to be a king when he is Kong?
My legs trembling...twitching...I can barely move.
I've been broken, burned, battered, and bruised.
Don't look up to me as if I peer down on you.
My friends, my enemies, you're all becoming confused.
If it is my help you seek, I'm sorry, you fool.
Can you not see? I am no better than you.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
pain spreads like a pandemic, infecting even the kindest of us. sadness is a painful bruise evident on the surface of our skin. we wear emptiness like it is the latest fashion trend. the contagion spreads through our word; it reaches the depths of our hearts. during times like these, we ask God, "where are you?" only to be met with a cold silence. our own twenty-first century plague. we are the rats that carry the virus. the few of us appear who asymptomatic eventually succumb to the pathogen. we overdose on pills and drown ourselves in alcohol to escape pain only to learn that it is inexorable. our words are pernicious and our actions are even more so. we create a false image of unity in the light of unfavorable times, which seem to come more frequently than in the past. we hold each others hands and hold our own tongues hoping that submitting to our government will save us this time. we are wrong, but we choose again and again to hide from the perilous truth; we are not safe from each other or from ourselves. any detriment that we suffer is entirely deserving.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
We began with little mutations,
Harmless, or more so beneficial,
We adapted to our love,
With no methods of dispersal,
People thought we couldn’t get any closer,
But your behaviors changed and we began to isolate,
We were stabilized so I hoped for fusion,
But realized that overtime not even reinforcement could’ve helped,
We had our Kingdom set up,
And later we fell into a “Family”,
But you classified me too general,
Now I don’t know where I belong,
My feelings for you were like the Cambrian,
Sadly enough they became a catastrophe,
You started selecting,
Seeing me as worthless,
But I knew I am not one to select,
You looked at me like you’ve studied Phylogenetics,
I was at the most top,
But ended up at the bottom,
You were not natural, but neither was I,
What did our selections favor?
And our relationship turned into cloud and dust,
Sadly it collapsed,
And you left me imprints of lies and hurt,
And words preserved inside me like a cast,
You ingested away my feelings,
I was the pili so attached to you,
But you were an endospore resisting all of me,
You no longer knew what feelings were,
And to you, I was an annual,
Got replaced so quickly,
But I shed tears where the oceans have formed,
And supported you like the roots of trees,
But you were a virus,
A pathogen,
A parasite,
And I was the host,
Blinded by your toxins,
And my cells swelled in favor of you,
You offered me and I gladly took,
I thought I was an obligate,
Surviving off of you,
But I was too mindless to see the real you,
And I was like the Archaea,
Survived the harshest paths for you,
But with a single expression you crushed my world,
And like a Zygomycota you’ve molded our love away,
And sadly enough I couldn’t evolve,
With pain feeling like spikes inside,
I am no longer the magistrate of love,
And love is my killer.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
I enjoyed the work I did,
'cause those bearded-guys
were some serious ********
constructing high explosives
& placing them near roadsides,
then detonating them
for maximum carnage,
to spill some serious blood.
Oh how I loved working at night,
especially those overcast nights
where I drew beads
with nightvision
& did some exploding of my own,
busted a lot of skulls.
Ya see, I could be a serious *******
too.
And I was serious,
as serious as cancer.
I was the consummate
silent killer,
so effective,
they called me
"Mister Pathogen **
& death I did spread.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC
Love takes time
Time to tear down
The false Gods
Polluting ambitious minds
Love at first sight
A dangerous ideological pathogen
Killing the truth in patience and effort
Ignorant to fleeting feelings of vulnerability
Love is surrounded by a toxic cloud
Breeding unhappiness and failed expectations
Quarantine zone and hazmat suits
A requirement for the truth about love
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
O my darling patient,
I want to be your disease,
make you break out in a sweat,
heat your blood to a high fever,
make you flood slick ****** fluids,
itch your pretty skin with desire.
O please my darling patient,
let me inject you
with my serum,
it's a special antidote
meant to make
you feel better,
get wetter than wet.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
It starts with a thought,
And you think almost nothing of it
There's poison working it way
From your brain to your heart
Pumping black blood
Through your veins
By the time you bleed,
It will be too late
She's not the cure,
She is the strain.
And you feel it in your bones
It won't leave you alone
And you chase the only escape
From the constant pain
And you love every sick second
All the terror and the tension
So you've got this nervous tick
And you just can't control it
That's her working on your last nerve
She's flirting with disaster
Her love like a pathogen,
By the time you have any symptoms
You'll have one foot
in the gave
She's not the cure,
She is the strain.
And you feel it in your bones
It won't leave you alone
And you chase the only escape
From the constant pain
And you love every sick second
All the terror and the tension
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
When I was a child
I would walk into the forest,
and wonder how so many things
could remain untouched
and unsullied by humanitys
outstretched hands.
"They must want to."
I'd think,
but there must be strong magic here
to pervert those tendencies.
I didn't feel it then,
or maybe didn't understand
what I was feeling.
When I was a young man
I would walk into the forest
and wonder how ancient
the universe was,
thinking,
"It must be a wise and thoughtful entity, that preserves such places."
Some great magnitism that holds
these places together.
And maybe magnitism
is some sort of preventative magic,
or last resort contigency,
when things grow too desperate,
or too important to lose.
When I was an adult
I would walk into the forest
and wonder why
I didn't come here more often.
The poison of modern humanity
had settled deep in my vessel,
unwilling or unable to reverse
the natural course of the pathogen of time.
Alarmed, I sat thinking,
"Maybe the magic here now works against me."
When I was an old man
I would walk into the forest
and wonder how many more times
I could come back here,
before the void reclaimed
the energy spent on my creation.
It was a simple price
we all paid
for the time
we've borrowed.
And all at once,
I didn't have to wonder
why the magic hadn't faltered
on its duty in preserving
these ancient woodlands.
Because I knew then,
that I too
would soon become
part of this magic.
-Kevin James
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
I'm not a seer to have looked into the future,
I'm surely a man with the intention of diamond,
I'm definitely going to marry you some years later.
I'm not a pathogen to have blighted you here,
I'm surely a super-crazy lover of yours lovingly,
I'm definitely coming to elegant city of yours soon.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
Rarebit fiend
with an insatiable appetite
zapped internally
******* off wi-fi
looking for hideouts
and new gold wings
the brilliant glow
through a transom window
summons him
feeds on the sleeping man
programming him
into a pathogen
Mar 13, 2024
Mar 13, 2024 at 2:38 PM UTC
Inclination is a contagion
that affects the cerebral cortex.
Infecting other organs in a complex
method of defilement.
Once one has succumb to the influence
of this pathogen, the following
is woeful in its method
1. Heart rates do palpitate to an extreme beat
2. Part of mind isn't playing on the same spreadsheet.
3. All reactions of thought & heart aren't as discrete.
4. AWOL are the rationalities within every heartbeat.
But still those who fall foul of this moment,
do not wish for a cure even though
out of ten three prove semi-fatal for a time to these organs.
They still live,
but singular,
alone,
desolate
of what made them in pain.
But they will once again look for one who is a carrier,
to be once again infected by this moment..
I must confess that I have fell foul,
and my clock ticks with not one
but another beat..
Infection isn't as bad as I once believed.
I just hope that I contaminate her
life with more than she infected me.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
What's going on with me
What's this body
What's this head
Old personality's dead
Got stuck up in being you
And now were through
What's going on with you
What is this anyways
There's reflections of coffins
In your eyes
The medallion you wear reminds me
of the wolf in your heart
Grizzly with passion
Will push anything aside
That beautiful anger you've bred
I breathe you in
But you're an airborne pathogen
I take you in under my skin
It's the only way I could let you in
You may be no good for me
But that's something I don't talk about
It belongs to a list of things I don't want to see
You're an Idol to me
You make me bend at the knees
The most beautiful of chemistries
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
allow me to apologize
on behalf of the love
i bear for you
the love I’ve left
behind the moon
behind the earth
within a shadow
in an umbra
and hidden from the sun
i want these whispers
to escape
from the person
i have buried
in a folded blanket
in the dust
in a fissure
of a scar
within my heart
i’ve been defeated
by my own fears
and self-resentment festers
in my consequential wounds
a gangrenous pathogen
threatening to mortify
what,
i don’t know
for i’ve kept my eyes closed
and my soul at a distance
but every morning
as i try to go to sleep
in spite of the sun
rising above
i think of me
as if i was not myself
and I think of you
and the things i should’ve done
i think of how
you looked right through
my painted face
and when i met your eyes
how my blind-fold fell away
less than a memory
i think of these moments
and remember
that i once knew the meaning
of peace
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
In the same day and it is just like I realize
this is really
totally
stone cold
insensitive
to be rooted out like a pathogen
when in reality the entire place is sick
and I'm only an observer
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
Night falls
in parking lot
emptied of cars, crisp air
and not a pathogen in sight
Breathe out
Dec 28, 2021
Dec 28, 2021 at 3:08 AM UTC
Borrowed from broken blood
i live the nights, feeling each molecule pass
lost in a wave
in a haze
I Care About You
Sleeping in our Place
I waited for you
to be only together, you have a face that reminds me of peace and soli-dude and
death
how did I find you in a word that means nothing
empty car; pathogen in a word of fret
7 11
sleeping on mattrasses
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
Crown of love
My sincere love for you is your crown, my concern for you is your throne. You are all that I want in this life. I am obsessed with love for you, I worship and bow before your beauty. Your beauty is so ****** innocent, primordial, unique, so majestic and beautiful. From your kisses you feel alive, you feel love itself, its powerful energy in its true form. Exotic, tropical, heavenly beautiful, elite, aristocratic, incredibly beautiful beauty, like a descending goddess from the highest universes of dimensions.
You are beautiful, as in the distance so close, you can look at you forever, and I get great pleasure from the fact that I'm with you, I eagerly tasted every moment spent with you. The light so beautifully illuminates your sweet, hot skin. When I see you, I have an unbelievable feeling of joy, love, happiness, excitement, I am happy as a child. The more you look at, the more you fall in love.
You amaze to the depths of your soul with your amazing beauty. Gorgeous, luxurious, **** divinely beautiful, sexually attractive. The sweetest candy in the world, the sweetest temptation, juicier than the sweetest fruit in the world, richer nowhere, sweeter just does not happen, it is impossible to imagine yourself more beautiful.
You are the most powerful magnet in the world of temptation, a very powerful pathogen. You are the perfect perfect creation of all universes, dimensions, worlds, you are like the highest, most powerful ****** of admiration and pleasure.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 11:15 AM UTC
Life and death breathe in my state of immunity death brings fate to calamity wisdom is outstandind it makes you stand our from the crowd exceedingly , I forbid but the dark still proceed I just wana dwell in the ark and suceed am a seed rooted beside the see of greatness and recrouted prosperity
My heart pumps twice for winter and summer for ****** and osama B or martin luther choose what you wana breath detect and eject any pathogen that might bring a disease
What does your heart concieve as it proceeds to pump use both eyes to see but if one misleads you its better to receive life in one view than to swallow a nife and never go trough
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
After a lifetime spent
Bent
On rounding off the corners
Of any square thought
Has brought
Me... Full circle
So many times
I'm beginning to see winning as an abstract
A pathogen
Getting stronger
As if the the efforts I produce
The patient's I'm rewarded with
As I have achieved success
Like penicillin
Only has a limited lifespan
And an exponential inconsequential Failure rate
That soon begins to insulate
As the mutated corners
Become mutant appendages
As they grow back
Not abstract
Simply as a fact
There just seems to me
That too many people
Just want to be dragged along
Creating heat sparks and friction
Like an addiction
Instead of letting it all roll
And it's taking a toll
On the faith
In my soul
Knowing that a lifetime
Bent on rounding off the corners
Of any square thought
Has brought me.. .
.... full circle
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
My blood is a toxin
I am a walking bio-hazard
I just can't seem to win
Many have despised and feared
Me for what I am
I am a biological weapon
A deadly pathogen
When I die, so shall millions of others
Mothers
Sons
Sisters
Brothers
Fathers
Daughters
Society rejects me
And for their safety I dare not bleed
For if I do, the toxin will cause death and misery
For each drop is a seed
For the death that flows through my veins
And what my skin inside contains
Is a plague so terrifying
That I can already feel everyone around me dying
And others in fear they are crying
So all I'll do is be secluded and behave
Or risk sending the world to its grave
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC