The writings of Oddpoet

At first

Einstein said

She calls me over to her lawn
She mis­takes my smile for famil­iar­ity
My wave as con­vivial
She is wear­ing the red wig
The one that dis­guises the chemother­apy
That is killing her as much as the Cancer

Her hus­band died a few months back
I heard it was a hor­ri­ble death
I won­der if it is the same Can­cer they shared
Like smiles
Like Birth­day cards
Like a secret only they knew

She tells me she is tak­ing a trip
To see her Son in Geor­gia
To take a cruise
To…
Her eyes are flash­ing dreams
That con­trast with the fragility of her body
Like an ocean with­out water
A dawn with­out a Sun

I know she does not see the same world as I do
She sees yes­ter­days
Her youth
Con­sid­er­ing her alter­na­tives
It is not a bad place to live
I ask her if she needs me to col­lect her mail
She says it’s all taken care of
She smiles and turns away
I watch her leave
Her gait is unsteady
I won­der if a strong wind would dis­si­pate her body
Like mist in a steady breeze
I hope not

Barren

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I write in obscu­rity
Some­times with blood
Most times
With cheap rack bought pens
Forg­ing for­get­table words
Shared with things to do lists
With doo­dles
With cal­en­dar entries
Ignor­ing the next can­cer doc­tor appoint­ment
Or John­nies’ next shrink appointment

Lit­tle John­nie spends too much time dream­ing
Can’t have that
Not prop­erly social­ized they say

Every­one is even­tu­ally for­got­ten
The green leaf that sings in spring
With­ers and dies in autumn

Can you stop the wheel of time from turn­ing?
The sea­sons march inex­orably onward
New­ton­ian laws
That can not be unplugged

Life crashes on
Like waves slam­ming a beach
Tak­ing grains of sand to some dis­tant place
Form­ing islands
Only the Sun can see
It’s a mys­tery I can never pierce

We are all grains of sand
Whose des­ti­na­tion deter­mined by an uncar­ing wind

We all pose when the cam­era freezes time
Our self por­traits are pure deceit
Wear­ing makeup scoured from the clay of the earth
With smiles that give lie to our lives

Our lives are but plays
Scripted by men in suits
Who wear face­less smiles
Priest­ing altars of greed

The mar­i­onette strings are vis­i­ble
If you look hard enough

I knock on the door of dreams
Its steps lit­tered with
The blood­ied bones of sui­cides
No one cares to hear them scream
Their mouths stuffed full with insur­ance cir­cu­lars
They leave
Only claw marks made with des­per­ate intent
They form no words
Only howls of pain gouged in wood

Tis a holy place
You can see it puls­ing in the dark­ness
The last magik of this world
Dreams
The only thing
We can call our own

I stand guard at its portal

The Muse is inside me
Claw­ing
Insis­tent
Immediate

Words per­co­lat­ing
Reach­ing crescendo

Puffs of vapor­ized metaphor
Form­ing rela­tion­ships
Only
I can see

Swirling
Con­dens­ing
Into
The veil of mystery

Frag­ile
A gen­tle breeze
would con­sign it
To obliv­ion
Still birthed
Lost
forever

Becom­ing
A part of the dreary
Mun­dane
A denizen inhab­it­ing
Mech­a­nized whore houses
It’s secrets
Climb­ing Into
The Cosmos

Urgent
My Muse induced
Need
Undeniable

Vapors of mys­tery and truth
Dissipating

Fever­ishly
I grasp for my pen
“NO!!!”
My Muse cried

“POET! THIS IS A BLOOD POEM!”
“ITS TRUTH AND MYSTERY”
“REVEALED AT PRICE”

Instinc­tively
I sliced my arm
Blood welled
I grabbed my cer­e­mo­nial quill

The reveal­ing mist began to dissipate

“Hurry Poet”
“Dis­cern what you can”

No paper

I dipped my quill
Into my blood red essence

And
Began to write
On my thigh
Then my calf
Switch­ing
To my other thigh

The mist was hard to read
It was
Blend­ing
into nothingness

Then
Gone

Ragged breaths
Tore at my chest

“I missed so much”

Silence

My Muse was gone

Care­ful not to smear the words
I moved to my desk
And began to transcribe

The Mys­tery

Night burns Phos­pho­rus white
Embed­ding night­mares onto col­lec­tive soul

The sleep­ing bears snore
in frus­trated har­mony
Sour breath min­gles with uncouth flatulence

Arms flail at invis­i­ble demons
Non­sen­si­cal incan­ta­tions vainly
Hold back the hoard

Fear the con­stant lover
Envelopes all

Night blots care­less tears
Sin stains
Spread­ing on twisted wings

The carousal turns
Seek­ing rid­ers and absolution

This night dims all hope
This night is the dream killer

Mani­a­cal, long curv­ing canines
seek­ing hearts to rend

I pray
End this night now!

The dawn is too far away

She came to him like sum­mer storms
Fast
furi­ous
Ele­men­tal clouds danced in mad­ness
Des­per­ate water soothe the fires of the world

Mor­gana freed his bonds with whis­pered words
And arcane incan­ta­tions
His chains
Became the wind’s song
Stri­dent and becoming

He was not to be free
His mad­ness
Would break the world

Yet she smiled

The Earth trem­bled
Des­per­ate vio­lence
Heaved up in unre­lent­ing pas­sion
Moun­tains fell
And the sky
Descended in blan­kets of pernicion

Light­ing illu­mi­nated the sins of the world
Ques­tions thun­dered
Answers cow­ered
Men of God
Screamed holy words
whirling down accre­tion discs
Of despair

Sol­diers dis­carded the Kevlar
That blessed them in bat­tle
And donned robes
Of Samite
That glowed in con­tri­tion
And blood runes

Shields were splin­tered
Swords shat­tered
Death was the dew that
Coated this dawn

This dawn
This mid­night black dawn
Which no Sun could pierce
Nor eye could see

Ebony clouds roiled and rolled
In time to the screams of the pious
The dog from hell rav­aged the world
The hive released its off­spring and shud­dered
The seven dark kings were loosed

Heroes were laid upon funeral pyres
Their tears siz­zled and snapped
And fed the blaze that did bat­tle with the dark­ness
Form­ing colos­sal hands of flame
Wield­ing ancient bones of lore and leg­end
Myth became the truth of the world

Mor­gana urged the Mad­man on
And laid her staff upon his head
Unleash­ing spi­ders rid­ing doom ravens
Weav­ing anguish webs
Leav­ing heads attached to stone tem­ples
Bod­ies whirling in con­vo­lu­tion and disintegration

Gen­tle hearts entered the fray
Con­tri­tion wan­der­ing from wounded lips
Tear­ing hearts out of their chests
Singing songs in the key of sacrifice

All crea­tures alive and dead
Entered the bat­tle
Armaged­don arrived on wings of obsid­ian
Hum­ming dead melodies

Wood­land Beast sang in won­drous voice
Com­pelling hope
Urg­ing
Heal the Sun

Poets armed with blood words
Gave hope to the twi­light
Chant­ing
Fash­ion­ing verse encased in magic lumi­nes­cence
Pierc­ing the gloom like falling stars

The Mad­man would not relent
Caper­ing, laugh­ing and danc­ing
The world’s last jester
Plant­ing seeds of mad­ness
Grasp­ing threads of the uni­ver­sal cloak
Unrav­el­ing the fab­ric of time

Philomela took to her loom
weav­ing in anguish and foresight

As the future was unwritten.

My youngest was born
In 1987
He was mine,
My blood
My heart
My Soul

I cried with Joy
I laughed in the pain
That he will one day die

They came two days
After he entered the world
The Suits
The Feds
The Mind Fuck­ers
The Thought Police
The Screw Heads

They opened his skull
And filled it with
False cir­cuitry
They ripped out
Pas­sion
Curios­ity
Cre­ativ­ity
They filled his head with
Con­for­mity
Pas­siv­ity
Accep­tance
And
MIND FUCK
Always
MIND FUCK
He became a Zom­bie
Their Zombie

I fought to pro­tect him
But there were too many
They had the power
The Guns
The Insti­tu­tions
The Mind Fuck Schools
The Police
The Army
The lawyers
The Music
The Books

I tore out two suit’s throats
And Escaped

Into the moon­less night

I have become the Pack­less Wolf

They hunt me
As I hunt them
They are my night­mare
As I am theirs

I live in the shadows

You will never see me.

As

I hunt my prey

They are my food
Their blood feeds my fury
Their bones sharpen my claws
Their screams
Are the music I dance to
Their pain
is my joy

I hunt
Tear
Rip
Shred
And
Kill