Posts Tagged ‘Flawed’
Don’t throw the corpes on our doorstep
Monday, June 13th, 2011Meant to Bleed
Monday, November 8th, 2010All my fault
I wanted to belong
To be a part of it
Always peering through that gate
That fence
That cage
That caul
So they gave me
The white pills
And the tan pills
The big pills
and cute little footballs
All very scientific
Stamped and approved
By the FDA
Would they change me?
Would I no longer be
Who I am?
They laugh at me
Ain’t that the point
You stupid mother fucker!
I took em
I hear them Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yaying
Through by bloodstream
like kids on a water slide
But when they get to my brain
Oh they get serious
I can hear the clang of hammers
And droning sounds of drills
And the rumble of heavy machinery
Earth movers and cranes
A mechanized symphony
And they don’t change me
They don’t change anything
Numb me for an hour or two
Bout it.
You can never fix a broken mirror
or read a book
With missing pages
Mute people can’t talk
And the deaf can’t hear
Some things are just meant
To be broken
cracked and imperfect
Some things are just meant
To bleed
So I can never have their love
or their joy
or their beauty
their contentments
their smiles
I don’t understand them
And they’ll never understand me
Nothing wrong with that
Just the way it is
Some things are just meant to be broken
Some things are just meant to bleed.
Wax Museum
Monday, September 27th, 2010I clawed at the sky
With talons of bestial imagery
Rends of Cerulean blue
Fluttered down
Atop morbid circuses
Atop crucifixions
Atop yard sales and
Funeral processions
The blood stained hands of God
Snaked through the lacerated sky
Weaving incantations
Shaping mystery
Plying fate
Canceling resurrections
Trumpets on recall
Kazoos announce the majesty
The divinity
The sacred contract
Failed Saints
Take up the chant
Pedestrian martyrs
With misplaced scripts
Crawl atop mounds of sinners
Enjoying one last fuck
Before last call
For absolution
It’s Sunday
Take a number
Take a seat
This shit’s gonna take a while
Sleep my Brother
Saturday, September 4th, 2010~For Frank~
~ See you on the other side~
Did we not draw swords together?
I saw you on the field
Haloed and strong
None dare stand before you
Your sword flashed argent in the Sun
As your strokes fell
Demonic wraiths cowered and wept
And cursed the fires that spawned them
But there were too many
There are always…
Too many
The last thing I saw
Was
Your smile
…
…
…
A trail of tears leads
To that
Cold and cavernous hole that awaits you
Ground hard won and truly fought
Your Demons are vanquished
Your sword pitted and notched
Your scars vibrant and glowing
Lay it down my Brother
Lay it down
Merge with the leaf my friend
Let rain water anoint you
And wash your wounds clean
Pay no more heed to time’s march
Or the din of evaporating transience
Embrace the light that bathes you
And…
Sleep my Brother…
Sleep
Island
Monday, June 28th, 2010Hovering amid storm clouds
A bastion of broken Earth and endless sky
Moats armed with nightmares
And a child’s broken cry
Eternal lightning flashing
Staccato revelations in bas-relief
Waves of darkness crashing
Cloaking all in disbelief
A terrible battles wages
Between right and what is wrong
Emaciated haloed minstrels
Seeking power for their song
Demonic warriors in night black armor
Evil swords in blackened hand
A Paladin on a golden Chariot
Scarred and tortured
engaged in his last stand
Death struggles
Swords whirling and whining Thanatos’s refrain
On this Island
In this time
Reveals an ancient pain
On this Island
Through the misty veil of time
One lone Paladin on a golden chariot
Alone in epic struggle
Paying eternally for his crime
A single tear is shed
Vaporized by consummate fire
Forgotten water for the dead
The Poet
Monday, February 15th, 2010Sirens sing the song of death
While rental cops lay cones down
Restricting traffic
They have come for me.
I am the Poet
The truth
My words are carved in the flesh of innocence
Scrawled in cheap urinals
Chiseled in the faded gray paint of shit holes
Of lonely tomorrows
I dry the tears of the hopeless
Scream with the homeless
I sing truth that humbles Gods
I am Prometheus, Sisyphus
I cut the throat of pompous laughter
And kill its first born
I eat the soul of dreadful normalcy
I walk the edge and conversed with madmen
My words reverberate in trash strewed alleys
My tread echoed in the halls of jails and mental institutions
Shared secrets with broken soulless junkies
I am truths
That freeze men’s souls
And the lies they swear by
The burning blade cutting tethered souls
Illuminating lightening
I am the Deviate fondling sacred sexuality
The serial killer covered in Blood
Sucking life from victims
With last breath cursing God
Whimpering
“Why me?”
I am the throneless king
The voiceless troubadour
The song no one will sing
I am the invisible chill
That fondles your spine
I am discomfort
The nightmare
The book no one will read
I am words no want wants to hear
I am …
Bubbles
Friday, January 15th, 2010Bubbles…
How your perfection mocks me
Floating on gentle current
Adhering to immutable laws
As kingdoms of men rot in dusty tombs
Ratios and proportions established
Before the Pharaohs were young
Before the ancestors of man walked upright
Unconcerned with the trivialities of the world
As kinfolk pop and burst upon the lilac scented air
Do you know the mysteries you carry?
Do you ponder your mortality?
Question your purpose?
Can you plumb the depths of this world?
Pierce the shadows that claim the light?
See inside a woman’s heart?
Give meaning to the madness I see?
I am flawed
A convergence of nucleic acids
Coded by uncaring madmen at the theater of the absurd
I am the upside of the die
The tumbling leaf tossed to and fro
by uncaring breeze
The spinning wheel whose destination
Yet determined
You care little for the truths that drifts beside you
That affirm you
Spherical truths of an omnipotent God
Who taunts me
Bubbles…
Only Bubbles
Will the Night…
Saturday, December 19th, 2009Will… the night…
Hide you?
Or
Reveal you?
For who you are
Will you always hide
In shadows?
Alone
A slithering hematologist
Laying belly to sand?
Wouldst you deny truth?
Are you the apple that rises
When dropped to the floor?
The Tear
That climbs?
The broken toy
Crying for mending?
Nay
You are none of that.
Yet you play your life
Like a trick shot in a cheap parlor game
A used tissue in a coughs forgotten dream
You shine…
The night retreats
When you arrive.
Find your Dawn…
Lady…
Crossroads
Tuesday, December 15th, 2009Screams
Demonic
Drowning out heavenly choir.
Cherubs
Laughing
Creatures of despair
Singing
Armed only with smirk and pain.
I sit and wait
I already know my fate
My guardian whispers in terrified pleading
“It’s not too late”
Seeking comfort
I comfort.
Wanting relief
I relieve
Needing someone to catch my tears
I find I can no longer cry.
“Go! And salvage the salvageable”
Its screams sucked down by Newton’s insight
At the Crossroads
No color
Battleship grey
Tis a place
No one need be
I am no longer
A Man
But a coruscating semblance of
Forgotten dreams
Transparent
My essence
Displayed
Like a cheap dime store mannequin
One approaches
Glides
Not deigning to step
Another
Flutters down from angry heaven
Two creatures of absolute
Good
Evil
They Vie
“Take my path” they cry
Why?
Mozart and Wagner
Hess and
Cervantes
Approach
Enter
The debate
Cervantes speaks
“Take neither left nor right!”
“Heed Don Quixote’s quest”
“Fight the windmill.”
“There will you find”
“Heart and soul’s true test.”
I cannot
Smile
Wince is all
I can
Do
At the Crossroads
A myriad of paths
Good and Evil
Cry collective disbelief
As they merge and blend into
Logical inconsistency
Pock marked Mozart
Catches my sightless eye
“Only through music”
“Can”
“The heart be sung.”
I
Try
To dust off the pain
But it is alloyed
Fused with my heart
I stand
Knowing my last act
Will be
Defiance
But
One last song
I need to
sing
Imperfect Creature
Thursday, November 26th, 2009I’ve been forged in the white hot heat of passion
I’ve been annealed and tempered in the furnace of Despair
I’ve been honed and sharpened by teacher Pain
I’ve spent time amid the homeless
And written poems with the insane
I am the cylinder that misfired
Pointed at my head
I am the broken rope
Wealed and congealed
Upon my throat
Even Death rejects me
I am the scarred man
The imperfect creature
Funnels run down my cheeks
Home for familiar tears
While you are edging your lawn this weekend
And putting down the weed and feed
Know we are out there
Watching…
Waiting…
Feeling
Crying…
Knowing…
Living…
Dying…
We are the imperfect Creatures
God’s abandoned Children
And we are everywhere
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