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.

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

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

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

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

]]> http://oddpoetworld.com/2010/01/15/bubbles/feed/ 0 http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/19/386/ http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/19/386/#comments Sat, 19 Dec 2009 13:46:59 +0000 Eddie Mount http://oddpoetworld.com/?p=386 Will… 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…

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