There are so many suffocating images
On the second story
That they jump for their lives
Like glories on fire
Flaming the sky
With the backdrop clouds
To liven the entertainment
For eyes dry
And clouded over by judgment
And for the tries diminished
At the wake of shrouds
Revealed.
Images that witness their own death
Forced stillbirths
For the sake of held breath
And the measuring of penis girth
Of mere babes
Sealed upon impact
To be memories
Held tight as momentary fact
And glimmerings of what could have been
Of what cannot defend itself
As reality…
Too late
Just another casualty
Of feeling blackened
By the great pharaohs
Elated
Berated again.
They were
But cannot be proven
Again as uncertain
Cremated for blurting the words
Into the volcano of the sun…
What was begun
Was heard
Then spun
Into a thousand shattered webs
Weeping
And keeping tracking of each tear
Sleeping on the edge of the pillow…
Each creeping silhouette
Dissolves
Upon the light of day.
There’s nothing left wide open
And nothing left
With more to say or groom…
The will cuts the
Umbilical
As death screams silence
To echo
Within the pyramid’s tomb
As a bereft womb.
©Jen2010 2–5
Posts Tagged ‘Dark Poetry’
Silent Death Within The Tomb~para
Friday, February 5th, 2010Massacre ~Para~
Tuesday, January 26th, 2010They were cut into bloody chunks
Just raw hunks of meat and bone
With flesh hanging in sinewy strands
Dripping putrid gore…
All stacked nice and neat
Around the borders of a mind
Closed from all view other than massacre.
They deserved it.
The mind cried rotten green fingers
From blood-shot eyes
Knowing just one thing…
They deserved it.
The mind spit blood
On them in contempt
Their own blood
Spit
Upon sadistic smirks and laughter.
The mind peeled back eyelids
With surgical precision
So that they could see
Their death upon the minds death
Upon their death…
But they would never look
Past the cornea.
Walking death.
The mind strolls midday
Concealing disease
Coughing out shyly
Rancid bits of elbow and scalp
Into a fancy lace monogrammed hankie
But…
By midnight the mind returns for more rearranging
More chopping
More axing of body parts into smaller pieces
To be shaken free from nostril and ear
As the mind walks down the darkened path
Leaving a trail of mushy decomposed toes, labia, and vertebrae
To find the way back home.
They deserved it.
They all deserved it.
The mind rests at night
On a bed of spines
Snuggling pillows of brain matter
And blankets of flesh
The nightmares never cease
For they laugh in the face of murder.
©Jen2010 1–25
Apocalytic Stew
Thursday, December 17th, 2009Apocalyptic Stew
Phase
Shift
Crazed
Rift
Argent
Blackness
Cogent
Confess
Vicious dogs
Mangy mutts
Pinup hogs
Vile sluts
Some fallen Priests
Are eying cock
A banker’s feast
A scattered flock
All wounded souls here
Spin the wheel of time
No one can see clear
Reasons confused crime
Centerfolds are singing
A crass and tuneless song
Demon wasps are stinging
The poisoned malaise strong
Who truly can remember
When it all came tumbling down
That dark day in November
We all wore the jester’s crown
ORIGINAL SIN
Monday, November 30th, 2009WAS I THE LAMB WHO STRAYED FROM THE FOLD?
WITH BLEEDING HEART BEATING SYNCOPATED RHAPSODY
BLIND TO THE TENEMENT CITADEL THAT LIES
WITHIN YOUR FALSE HEART!
CALLING SEX’S’ DESIRE,
YOUR LEGS FLY OPEN LIKE SCREEN DOOR SUMMER!
YOUR MUTATED DNA LAYING CONGEALED AND FERMENTING TOWARDS PATHLESS FUTURE.
WHILE YOU’RE MOANING FORGED PASSION!
CAN HE HEAR YOU?
AM I LAZARUS FRESHLY RISEN
ONLY TO BE SLAUGHTERED ANEW EACH DAY?
PELTING ROCKS AND UNCHIVALROUS ARROWS STRIKING MY FACELESS BACK?
FALLEN HEROES RISING FROM ANCIENT BATTLEFIELDS CRYING HAVOC AND ATTACK!…ATTACK!…ATTACK…!
AM I COMPELLED TO BECOME ODIN’S SPEAR, VISHNU’S POWER AND ACHILLES WRATH?
DO FORCE MY TREAD UPON THAT PATH!
WILL I METASTIZE MALINGNAT CANCERS SCREAMING MY MORTALITY?
WILL THE SAME WIND THAT CHILLS MY SOUL TOUCH EVERY ONE AS FATALLY?
WILL I EVER BE PART OF SOMETHING GREATER THAN I CAN EVER BE?
ROOTLESS AND ALONE AS DECADENT SUMMER’S STORM TOSSED TREE?
IN DARKNESS SO BLACK NO LIGHT CAN PIERCE NOR EYE CAN SEE.
WILL THE LOCKED DOOR OF WISDOM DENIED, FOREVER BETRAY ME
DO THE DANCING PLANET’S CONFORM TO KEPLER’S LAWS
OR ON A WHIM.
AM I FOREVER CONSIGNED TO PARADISE LOST AND ORIGINAL SIN…
Darkness
Tuesday, November 24th, 2009Blind lightning snakes invisible against the coal black night
Macabre laughter drowns out the pleas of the Poets
The death rattle of innocence masks the Bard’s song
The empty stomachs of the hungry
Roared in thunderous accusation
The universe was engulfed in shadows
The Moon doused its radiance
Light died painfully
Its screams sucked down
At the point of singularity
Hungry animals devour the strong
While the meek became chaff for the scythe
The preacher man wrung his hands
And cursed God
Love became rape
Cannibalism replaced altruism
The Few
Huddled in the cold sheen of despair
And listened to the dying screams which haunted their darkness
They heard the approach of vicious evil
.And clutched each other
Cursing the skin that separated their essence
On This day
When the Light Died
And Darkness prevailed
They prepared to Die
Dance of the Mutants
Friday, November 20th, 2009Wheeled…
Strapped to a chariot of the infirm
The clanking of ungreased wheels
Play discordant sounds over the well worn antiseptic linoleum
Faces of Normalcy
Displaying well practiced smiles
Feigning heartrending concern
Fluorescent lights
Flash strobe like
Revealing motion in staccato relief
Kaleidoscope figures move with furtive intent
Pulling strings attached to vials of pharmaceutical salvation
They control the marionettes of the damned
They orchestrate the dance of the mutants
Legs dance, contorted, painful
Bodies bent at impossible angles
The Mutants move to the incessant demands of the strings
Their faces scream their hopelessness
Juxtaposed with silent resignation
The audience laughed and applauded
Such funny marionettes
For who can not help but laugh
At the dance of the mutants
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