"zombiefied" poems
Here is the inimitable Jeff Buckley's poem, "My New Year's Eve Prayer," which he performed live at Sin-é in Manhattan, NYC, in 1996.
"You, my love, are allowed to forget
about the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents' house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed the weight
of all the years before,
like bad disco clothes.
Save them for a night of dancing ****** with your lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown
every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock your youth
and your most terrifying magic;
and dreaming is for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar
and sing me idiot love songs
if you've lost your ability to speak.
Keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die
and to live again,
more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the **** out of your television,
choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind.
**** **** **** **** the ************
before the song of zombiefied pain
and panic and malaise
and it's narrow right-winged vision
and it's cheap commercial gang ****
becomes the white noise of the world.
Turn about is fair play.
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses
to those around you
and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies
how to dance full bodied,
starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to **** in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers' blanket
in the New York summertime
with the wonder of your own special gift.
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise.
You, my love, are allowed to have time.
You, my love, are allowed to understand.
You, my love, are allowed to love.
Woman, disobey,
when little men believe;
You, my love, are Rebellion."
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
Are we all ******* blind?!
How did we all fail to see the
apocalypse in it's twisted occurance
Detinating life as we know it
All I see are Zombies
All that's left are zombies!
Look there! That girl walking
Missing half her life
Half dead-trapped
no real human left behind her eyes
Walking aimless to her desk
To her future
Look at that zombie over there!
Drowning himself in alcohol
Killing himself again
Just to feel alive
Though simultaneously
wasting...away....
I better do the same
Hide the life so I don't get eaten
and zombiefied myself
I must survive this apocalypse
Trying
To
Survive
moving forward & forward & forward
I have become a zombie.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
Tickling of the fancy
Tainting of the tongue
They'll have you 100 proof
Before the day is done
Fill your mind with hatred
All in the name of love
Deadman
When will you wake up
Hail for you a taxi
Giving you a ride
Windows black front and back
So you can't see outside
Yes, Virginia, there is a clause
A case of do or die
Deadman
When will you open up your eyes
They have you follow orders
Marching to the beat
Zombiefied look in your eyes
Shuffling of the feet
It's hard to see the truth
When you don't see the need
Deadman
When will you believe
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
I think when all is done and said
I could use a nap
How many by a show of hands
Like me are down with that
I feel like I am zombiefied
One of the walking dead
Just need a simple place where I
Can lay this weary head
If I'm forced to do one more lap
In this crazy daily race
Where I take this longing nap
Will be my final resting place
How many like me do you think
By a show of hands
In all honesty do belive
They too could use a nap
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
Take these, they say;
They will help, they say.
How ‘bout some venlafaxine?
That will stop you wanting to die.
Bit anxious?
Some lorazepam will fix that!
Oh, how’s your sleeping?
Temazepam, zopiclone!
That’ll do the trick.
Your mood is unstable?
We have something to cure that!
We’ll add on some lithium and quetiapine,
How does that sound?
You’ll be all better in no time.
You take the pills,
Two in the morning (with a large glass of water)
During the day (as needed)
Three more in the evening (after food)
And three at night (an hour before bed)
Am I all better yet?
Well, I guess I don’t feel anxious..
And my mood isn’t all over the place…
In fact; I don’t have a mood at all.
Nothing.
Zombiefied.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
Pressure every where I go
Will I succeed or have nothing to show?
I don't want to fail in my fathers eyes
The look he gives when he is betrayed inside
Father tells me to be a recruit
I don't want to be one of the man coming home like a zombiefied stoop
He says money will make you happy
But if he really knew poetry makes me happy
He doesn't think English is a good major
So I might join the army and do him a favor
Father doesn't know I will live life in regret
If I make him proud he wont sense that im upset
Father just wants the best for me
He doesn't realize that I only know whats the best for me
Should I live an unhappy life and fight?
Or should I stay and live a regular life?
Father wants me over seas
I want to be between my love ones knees
Father says have a career in the army
Im on the path to have a wife and a family
He says women come and go
I only want one woman and I want her to stay for good
He says you will see the world
But I might have to **** innocent souls
What father wants is usually what father gets
So what should change with this show
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
Wake up wasting most of my life
Pass out I'm waiting on the night time
Can I be?
What you can see ?
Repeat until the days are over
Watching you and me get older
Following
What I think
Wicked ramble ways that I take
You find reality in escape
Is that true ?
Please step through
This ride that you took in your eyes
Put you right back down inside
and now it's all a dream
This ride that you took in your mind
Left you pale and zombiefied
a ghost like me
Whats that out in the distance
A lost tomb on the edge of existance
Desert skies
Down behind
Going to travel until I get there
Not going to stop until I get there
Now behind
The setting sunrise
Opening the front gates
I hope its not too late
To see what has they done to you
To see if what they said is true
This ride that you took in your eyes
Put you right back down inside
and now it's all a dream
This ride that you took in your mind
Left you pale and zombiefied
a ghost like me
I hope that I dont end up like you
Out in the desert with a lost tomb
I hope that I can find my way through
and not end up in a lost tomb
This ride that you took in your eyes
Put you right back down inside
and now it's all a dream
This ride that you took in your mind
Left you pale and zombiefied
a ghost like me
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC
I got no sleep
No good reason why
Now I'm stumbling
And bumping into walls
Up is down and down
Is sideways
I can't hold a conversation
I'm a touch zombified
So now I'll set my alarm
And get what zzzzs
I can before
I head out.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 5:27 AM UTC
Living in a world of zombies
With people passing by
Looking straight ahead no turning of heads
No contact of the eye
With a blank stare on their faces
Some give off the slightest of growls
No matter the day no matter the place
Not a one of them gives off a smile
Shuffling of feet on their way to greet
Another day of doom and gloom
In this state of zombiefied they'll never find
A sunny afternoon
As they move about downcast eyes with a frown
Can't they see they could be free
Instead of this state of hating each day
In this crazed world of zombies
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC