Posted in Poetry, prose

Freakout Voice

Hypocrites. All of us jaded. (WP library)

Unfortunately, this is true. My mind is running ragged. Throwing thread-bare cloth to the ground. Nothing fits in the tired luggage i lug around.

So i am sitting here. Typing on my phone. To an audience i cannot smile towards. Or notice the faces that hold an ounce of cure. Hoping fate drags me from this gear that imprisons my soul.

Contradicting myself, i slump back into my head. Wallow in my memory, to bank an unknown future on prayer alone.

Alone.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Escape

Escape
I never felt so lost
as all the seas are twisting
the souls forever daunting
amongst the tangled weeds
perceived to be my bed.
Instead,
I find my feet dangling
atop a sailor’s head
and all because I have
no love left to pretend.

The seas had been emptied
to drown the crowded sorrows
and all the earth has dried
to crumbling bone. Crushed!
That is the sentiment
heard
around the world
amongst cries of starving hands.
Sand sifting through fingers
atop the mountain peak.

Beware! A man comes from the east
to tempt you with her feast
of golden hues and noxious smells
of burnt sugar.
Their evil plan
dispels the glamour of romance.

Take me now! Let it be done!

The minutes are literally ticking away second by second. I am not lost in a satisfying romantic dream. Rather I am locked up in a reality that steals every comforting thought. To escape this would mean freedom. Imprisoned in my mind is a small child being forced to eat man’s stale bread.

Reader, If nothing makes sense it is simply because I am half awake and writing this as it appears in my mind. Hopefully a deep slumber overtakes me soon. An escape to some other moon. The pink one is expired.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

better days

each breath
joins the next
yet…

i am a seed -burnt
thrown aside
guts torn out

and in secret
you gloat
at my ruin

to wither in concrete
my soiled mind
turnt bitter

what became
of us
and better days

jealous rage
and infernos beamed high
in soot -i cry

yet
each breath
joins the next

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Masquerade

do you fear
he understands
keep walking
don’t let it end

this way
from where he comes
to seek good
your soul undone

the thickness -sick
coats his tongue
ripe and sweet
lies of deceit
his idea of trick and treat

Posted in Musings, Poetry

Confession: Army Brigade

I haven’t been reading much blog posts. I find in my depressed moods i can barely emerge from my cocoon… and anxiety is worse to try and read.

Is it selfish to wonder if others are reading me? Heck, i rebel against these letters. Yet, they some how keep the union strong. Unite against me. Bond. The New Army Brigade, 26 letters strong.

They force the issue. I retreat. They win the argument… A thought is but a rain cloud pouring down angst against me. The evidence sufficient to imprison me for years. And the nervous out pouring brings the show curtain down. Behind-the-scenes i dance. The music puts pen to paper, to recite the days events.

I need to rest. I know. But a thinking mind rarely obeys. And so i bore you with my show.

Guess we are even. I am bored by you too. So lets be bored together.

Posted in Poetry

long-winded roads

all these stories
i read them…
pause in the middle
of the road
to notice the caution sign

turning cars approach
from all directions
i wonder
where are the exclamation points, periods, and paranthesis?

i find
these neglected words
dismiss traffic signs
thickly settled, a clue
to, too many people
tracing the same thick yellow line
replacing them with broken hash marks
where passing allowed
accidents happen

poets are drivers, see
fast and frantic
long-winded roads
too traveled to make a difference

Posted in Poetry

ramble on

i may never
meet such a man -again

covered in satin
words edged in diamonds
born in his throat
the fire sparked through

never heard a syllable
the rat-a-tat-tat -thunder

our hearts beating faster
he hides in my hair
a stinger barette
left behind to chew

Posted in Poetry

suttee

Afraid
to let you go
i twine the words
of complicated grief
there was no goodbye
never another hello

and then i made it worse
opened myself
wide
displayed before savage eyes
killed myself slowly
with little pride to show

flames shooting higher
than ever thought possible
i sold my soul to the devil
who paid a hefty price
to lick bitter tears shed for us
and consume his last meal.