13.3k views, 2xBest Poetry Period. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind. |
Hands wrest heart from soul without physical act Touch and all crumbles into virtuality, nothing Eyes penetrate a weak mind without a second glance View all that tumbles into hollow reality, a void Old patterns emerge, a defense Knee reacts, hands hold down Mouth strapped, I shut Speak no more of experience unacknowledged. 11.26.23 Working on I play the SYML song and response with no preconceived notion what I’ll write. Lay down, repeating refrain Locked in membrane Seeking purpose within a crowd Loud, words forced out Shatter the heat, mind, soul Crumble into a sea of self-doubt Personality un-conformed cannot reform, anymore. Better to live in a void, Be as unexistant as possible, Not a sound, mutter, mumble Restraint so tight, I fail to breathe Find comfort of satin, in another lover’s arms, who’ll hold protect a giant man with plow hand to settle the quakes that disrupt the tranquility of candle-illumed rose room Shuttered portals lock all out But the mere essence of the remains Of a graphite skin and bones dull The galley of hull on torn sail craft Amid a rock harbor, no sound, edge of the earth on tattered map given a lad who dreamed serpents would come lay waste to a bright sailor, claimed black pirate shackled dreams interned in purgatory nary a clank, clasped cold in steel never see another sunrise, sundown in literal afterlife counting down tether free, float, sink deep, never found at the center of a bottomless reality I count each moment of descent, savor sweet death of a mouth penned words in time bottled body, never found again, no eyes, heart, could possible perceive. I am him, the one you don’t wonder about pathetic persecution, in negation, censored so casually to sodden sea free to just be everything and nothing without existence personally, blight on one who tried to bloom words, life viewed from your above, looking down deciding fate abd destiny not my right if not enslaved to conformity over co-existence could not commune without carefully stepping about scattered shards, suddenly Bleed, cry pain, not understanding why a moth drawn to light. Couldn’t see how reform, be what you want without losing all I dream, seek, am about. Submerge in this primordial lay down, dream fire consumes and hardens my metal find strength in this fight…yet brittle break from the quiet, which is sound surround, echo repetitively, shatter all that epoxy in 11th hour can’t repair, stilled. Shhhhh, heart lay down. Shhhhh, mind lay down Shhhhh, small boy lay down and let some mother’s arms collect the remainder for ever after Lover come before the striking hour Gifted glass returns to sea-soothing sand never to be reformed, graveless, forgotten but for memory loss vision as guide Lay down, sweet soul Lay down, tender heart, Lay restless mind, sleep in decay. Don’t dream again, that maybe one day? Overstayed. 11.26.23 All this, with memory of the song of defeat amid a throng with eyes redirected to sky, great beyond. It’s not your fault, only comfort I can add It’s your job. Stick to those weapons. Lay each down. I’ll look back at this too, and wonder Unable to remember day-to-day where I’ve been What I’ve shared How this is to all go down Nattering |