"solipsis" poems
A knave to hold a soft core;
Schist, basalt, limestone!
A cross, kaleidescoping until it's square then into a passkey.
Solids, Solipsis, a patterned plane was your gift, almost as cruel as mine.
Given me, as due, for my recognition of your soul.
Your belief is a gaes, almost as burdensome as your mistrust.
A blindside for a blindside.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
I see no past,
no future.
No way in or out,
Only labyrinths
of riddle and rhyme,
With sphinxes lurking
And looming
Amusing, strange.
Seeking ways
to pass the time.
I see no past,
no future.
And thus nothing changes;
I am still sitting here,
In this void of mine.
Stuck in a maze of ink,
the letters
coming together as words
to form prison sentences.
Sleep is distant.
Sanity is a mirage.
And there are no faces here.
Only unending, ever winding
Phrases that lead back to
Themselves.
In a solipsistic haze
I phase in and out
Of knowing.
Or believing in
The existence of
anything
Beyond my words.
When thoughts themselves
May even be false,
Who is to say
We are not our minds?
For if we are not-
What then?
If I do not exist
Can my imprints
Mean anything?
Or are you just reading
From the delusion
of your own mind?
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 8:01 AM UTC
Long ago I dreamt of mountains,
I dreamt of finding bliss,
I lay alone now, unfulfilled
I sleep in slime and ****
I travelled far, and left my home
In search of light and revelation,
But neither the road, nor the sky
Could sanctify my demons.
I sought to pray atop the spire
Where the clouds and mountains meet,
Though restoration of lost fire,
Is a mere idealistic dream.
I've had women, but never known love
For my impotency defines,
I bore not the mind nor matter
To obtain what could have been mine.
Bitterness, sweet bitterness
I make love to my cigarettes,
They keep me warm on coldest nights
When I am drowning in Solipsis.
In cinema, man is changed by journeys
But fictions are not always so,
For some wounds are beyond healing,
And I race now towards Thanatos.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 11:07 AM UTC
I see it
the body inside sound
And images
marks
Upon my skin
I see shadows
like masks inside light
I sense
I sense a presence
Circling my planes
Perverting perception
I see us
Our minds like bodies liberated
Reaching, splitting
Creating
Truth
In *******
For a moment
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
Keep your distance while I deny existence
And fall inward on myself and my own solipsis
Stand back while I split up and crack
And crumble to the ground as a broken David
Do not follow me as I delve into my dreams
To scratch the fabric of my essence as it splits at the seams
Stay away from the black at the back of my mind
And my lack of desire for the passage of time
I hear a heart suddenly stop beating and I wonder if it's mine
Close the distance while I define existence
And expand upon the meanings in an existential breeding
Feeding off the exhales of the universe's breathing
Teeming with a life of which is far beyond believing
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
as if pebbles underfoot
the sky sings a coarse lullaby
we sit
stubborn and thick
in the clenched pipe of time
unable to pass us
it seems strange, now,
thorns have cleared a path for us;
clouds bulge
in dark promise
oh, the envious hymnal breeze!
how it wrings its wrists
in heavy handed disbelief
a cathedral of trees
holds you and me between earth
and spangled evening
our geometries slowly converge
the unknown looks away in fear
as the pulp of our understanding
sweetens the ink of our verse
intertwined
from broken shells the bird steps
from her beak night screams
missiles of ancient light
weave the moon
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Once so loud gone quiet, read our lives plot synopsis
Where is pride when you live in edges of solipsis
In a stones shade I am alive treading after sisyphus
Jul 21, 2023
Jul 21, 2023 at 2:46 PM UTC