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Steven Medellin Poem
Lovenom
Have you wondered how is that we fall in love?
Perhaps you though a disguise blessing from above?
I say this deception is distilled with in us.
Deep with in the dark of the soul and venomous.
It’s the poison of the heart; the hemlock of the soul.
It leaves our eyes blackened; a gun powder dull.
It’s the pulse in our veins; the cadence in our blood.
It’s the oxygen overdose that floods our lungs.
It’s injected through our eyes in a moments glance
Infected like prey we'll never stand a chance.
We plagued our very hearts and minds with our own hands.
We plagued our souls and thoughts which we’ll never understand.
I’ve tried to unplug my heart and soul from this program
In attempt to see how addicted I really am.
But that only sucked the air out of my lungs
Which made me see the worst I’ve become.
Dress me up in this poisonous disease of fancy.
Before you know it I’ll be dead and you’ll be happy.
Dress me up in this permanent imperfection.
As my heart will ache for a cure to this infection.
Copyright © Steven Medellin | Year Posted 2014
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The Whiskey Bottle Wish
One late summer night outside a saloon in the mid-west, an intoxicated Dusty Rogers, stumbles out of the Bar nearly taking one of the revolving doors with him. As he flutters on out, he catches his fall on the walkway hand railing in front of him. Focusing his sight with a loose grip holding the railing, the other hand has tighter grip on a bottle of Whiskey. Hesitantly letting go of the rail he musters up enough hand eye coordination to fix his hat and pull up his pants. As the drunken man walks down the strip of a quiet town... A quiet town after all the rooms in the bathos are vacant, when all the liquor has run dry from every bottle, far after all the lead and gun powder filled the air ... It's then a quiet town. An hour walking and countless chugs of sweet, sweet whiskey; the drunken Rogers, has been taking over with the urge to piss. He sees a hallucination of a building up ahead about ten feet away. He pulls up, face nearly inches from what he thinks to be the wall of the building, but is in fact a towering cliff side standing over fifty feet staring down on him. He starts to piss on the cliff side soaking his pants and boots. He places the bottle down with his left hand as his right hand is stretched out flat on the wall holding himself up. He's leaning forward so much it appears as if he were holding up the mountain. He begins to mumble.
“You drunk. You will always be a drunk... That's all they ever spoked about me. But, why? How did this... How did any of this happen?” His right hand slips and his face crashes into the jagged cliff side in front of him. He groans in agonizing pain while he is lies in his urine. Bludgeon face he shouts up at the stars.
“Damn you! You tooken everything from me. You left me all alone! Why didn't you take me too! Am I not good enough for death...? I do anything to feel the blaze envelop me. Like they so did... “Wiping his tears he whispers. “You should have tooked me with them. I should have burned on that train with my family... That was my destiny instead I bare the mark of Cain." looking up at the sky as if expecting an answer. “Just sit up their laughing as you strip everything from my hands and fill this void with this damned bottle."
As he continues to wipe the tears off his face, he gets to his feet zipping up his pants and is about start to walk along the mountain side. In his peripheral he's sees the shimmer behind him. Turning around he Picks up the bottle of whiskey and stops to eye ball the remaining two or three gulps. Looking at the bottle and he starts to rub the side as if where a lamp. “I wish to see my family" holding back the tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "You took everything from me so in return, I'll take all of you!"
He takes a swig and starts walking along side of the cliff shouting obscenities. In his anguish he stumbles and trips upon a metal beam railing falling flat on his face. Instead of picking himself up, he reaches for the whiskey and goes to take an even bigger hit from the bottle. Franticly shaking the bottle to get out every drop out he chucks the empty bottle in the air. The bottle never breaking hits the ground skipping and flipping along the gravel. Below his feet wooden planks placed about a foot apart from one another lay in a row. Running up the side, adjacent to the planks, runs a solid steel beam. The drunk has no idea he has stumbled onto train tracks leading into a tunnel right through the mountain. He thinks he is walking down a hand railed stairwell leading to a basement. He walks on the tracks towards a tunnel, he loses his balance and reaches for non-existing handrails but the rails are too low to grab so he trips over a plank of wood and falls on his face once more.
“What...What kind of crap is this?" he cries as he lays out on the floor half conscious. Suddenly he starts to laugh the intensity grew as he was trying to get to his feet. He only manages to sit up facing the blackened tunnel ceiling as if it was a starless night sky. “What are you waiting for? Stop toying with me. If you want then come take me. I'm here..." a loud whistling sound comes charging through the tunnel growing louder each passing second. With a shaky voice and a sense of uncertainty he asks.
“Trumpets? Is that roar trumpets I hear? Is that you?" as the ground starts to tremble the sound grows immensely; numbing all senses. Then, a bright light comes ripping through the darkness like a bullet through midair. The light striking his glossy eyes blinds him. The ground rumbles violently as the whistling sound becomes deafening. He chuckles and spreads his arms wide open and says “You finally answered my prayers." he closes his eyes, and black was the last thing he saw.
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My love, please forgive me for what I am about to do. I write this letter to you in candle light outside your chamber; it's late and I dare not disturb your royal slumber so I leave not you my last words and testament of my love. I can no longer keep my love for you a secret; there is is no veil big enough to conceal the way my heart constantly contracts for you. It is preposterous that your father, the King, thinks no servant is good enough for his daughters hand in marriage. If he only knew no other man will fall as passionately in love with you as I. Even in death, my heart will still radiate through earth and stone, and out my tombstone will seep, love for my Princess. I know your pondering what madness makes my tongue spill out these words that dribble off my lips. It's not my immagination that drives me into writhing this letter. While you depart on your journey through sleep, the castle walls are under relentless attack and will not hold much longer. The walls don't crumble to any treachery of man but to the behemouth claws of a fire-breathing beast. As this feather tip pen smears ink and stains this paper, the beast smears blood that stains the granite walls scarlet. Your father had all the gaurds abandon their post to defend the castle; however his efforts were futile. In one swipe of the behemouths unforgiving hand half the gaurds were crushed by scales stronger than any steel man could forge. The other half tried retreating but were instantly engulfed in Hell's inferno, which spewed out the beast's mouth with devastating destruction. It's not my intentions to frighten you or take your breathe away. The castle lay nearly in ruins and those who did not perrish, had enough wit to get far away from here as possible. So there won't be any help tomorrow. So when you read this in the morning you'll wake to the putrid smell of burning flesh, there will be a terrible sight of slaughtered men women and children. All that remains of your empire will be rubble and ashes spread throughout the vasness of your land. I will not be here in the morning. I can feel the heat from the flames rising up the stairwell. I pledge my life to you and I promise that your lungs will bill filled with air throughout he night. I'm going to slay the beast. If his scales are tougher than steel well then I'll jut have to stab him from with in. Please don't think of this as madness or disregaurds of caution. I will walk up to the beast and when he opens his jaws to eat me I will leap into his mouth and stab his heart through his throught. I must go now the soot is coming up and burning my eyes and filling lungs. I'm sorry, I'll be the one to break our promise. I will not be able to be with you forever... you can count on my love to be there, even in death. Farewell... My Princess.
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King James Bible. New Testament. Revelation 6:1
"Now I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals; and I heard one of the four living
creatures saying with a voice like thunder, 'Come and see.'"
I awoke to the sound of thunder crashing in my head. There is a faint mumbling
in the background of a violent rumbling. A whisper, now growing louder as the sound
embedded in my head is traveling deeper and deeper into my body. The sound
vibrating through my bones and radiating out of my body, such that I levitate and
ascend through the ceiling into the clouds above. I hear the voice and it's becoming
clearer to understand "Come... " the whisper was soft and gave me a chill that crept
down my spine. Passing through a cloud I was now in a marble stone hall that
stretched as long as Heaven it seems. Before me stands a golden alter "... See." the
voice bouncing in my head like thunder; a flash of light and twelve chairs appear
floating on each side of the golden alter. As fast as they appeared, they vanish in a
cloak of light. In the distance of heaven I hear the screeching screams of a Lamb being
slaughtered... then again the twenty four chairs appeared with four creatures standing
without shadows. Like a flash of lighting the images come and go. A Silence falls upon
Heaven while an eerie presence lingers along with the music of faint chords being
plucked. The music and the suspense subsidies; the voice, this time coming from the
creatures "Come..." I am content to obey. I walked towards to the creatures; they all
are winged hybrid animals covered in eyes. Some eyes looked frantic as if they where
screaming out in pain; Some where crying, others looked right at me never relaxing
their stare. " Come and See." and in his eyes I'd seen the fall of man, the end of all
days, there was a dimming light after flames enveloped the earth... I then was awake
lying on me bed, this is too vivid to have been a dream. Did I make it all up or was I in
Heaven as it seems?
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What have I become; no more can I recognize myself.
In the dark my shadow burrows beneath my skin in stealth.
When I look in the mirror there's a phantom of evil.
I have sucked in eyes, blood dripping fangs and ruby halo.
The skin I wear feels no pain, pressure, warmth nor perspires.
This skin is cold, pale, old and its my counseling attire.
I'm with apparition like hands and have ghostly fingers.
The touch I bring excoriates and always lingers.
I'm with frozen like breath that coats the glass mirror in white.
I am more than a demon, I'm the Devil inside.
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I'm which you want to avoid on your path at night.
I'll follow you home and you'll never see me in sight.
I'll snatch your cub from your paws while you sleep.
I'll devour it whole while you search and endlessly weep.
I am the Jackal.
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When I wake up in the morning the first thing that bursts into my head is my love. I don’t think I could ever live without HER, she is my Darling. She is strong and pure; she is my HERO. She is my love, my… You see, our love is unlike any other.
Our day starts when I pick HER up from the corner house on Telfair and Fairfax, she is not cheap and is as pure as pure can be. On the drive back home she sits in my pocket on my lap in HER transparent dress. I like HER tightly concealed because it will be a disaster if any of HER were to spill out. When we step out of the truck she is halfway down my pants and I can’t wait to open the door and throw her on the table…You see, our love is unlike any other.
It's unique how an object like love can fit in the palm of your hands; but our love deserves a better surface, preferably I like to have HER in a spoon. This is where things really heat up; as I bring my red flame underneath HER I know this is what gets HER hot, really hot till she is boiling wet. As my skin waits impatiently for the piercing of flesh, I can’t resist but to suck every drop of her up like a syringe. As my arm embraces HER tourniquet hugs; my body screaming for HER injection It’s been craving…You see, our love is unlike any other.
As we lie together with HER in my arm, I can feel HER love flowing through my veins, in my blood, and in my heart. Now I can finally rest as my head falls back and eyelids slam shut. And if I wake in the morning it will be to the knowledge of HER absence, but it’s OK. I know where to find HER at the corner house on Telfair and Fairfax, that’s where I will pick HER up again… My Darling, My Love, My HEROIN.
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The Gray
As I sat on a park bench on what appeared to be an ordinary day,
All of a sudden comes a change of winds and along comes the Gray.
As I sat alone in that dark deepening haze;
It felt cold, gloomy as if sealed in a granite wall maze.
The fog was so thick and dim it hung frozen in the air
There’s not a beam of light shining through; this Gray will not tare.
The wind whips up its pace into a devouring breeze that consumes me,
It's then I realize I am stuck in a Hell that's become reality.
As time slithers by, I hear a voice call out from the murky haze
“It’s my hands that strip the light from your brightest days.”
“Who’s there?” I cry, “Show yourself there’s no need to hide.”
“Foolish boy I’m what’s stored away in your empty heart ...
I am what makes you whole when you’re torn apart.
So don’t be afraid, for I will no longer hide
I’ll soon become your nothing inside.”
A silhouette of a female figure draws near,
I feel a foreboding of terror and tremble with fear.
A pale white face breaks through the haze of Gray
Her clouded eyes beam a message “With me you’ll stay”
“Who are you!” I demand. “What do you want from me?”
She drifts in closer hands extended, eyes beaming with intensity.
In that instant I become hypnotized by her eyes
My mind goes numb and body is paralyzed.
“Don’t be scared; this won’t hurt one bit.
It's a gift from me to you; life isn’t permanent.”
She leans in to my face, puckering her rigor mortis lips
When her cold skin touches mine my soul rests at her finger tips.
With her mouth over mine, she blows cold breathe into my empty lungs,
The air inflates my soul making it feel like it weighs tons.
Once she inhales, the weight lifts the pressure off my chest,
With my soul in her hands it feels like a soft caressed.
“I’ll be your warmth in the eternal blizzard of the grave,
Relax your worried heart; there is no way in Hell you’ll be saved.”
Sitting alone on that park bench I knew without her having to say,
That my soul would remain with hers bound forever together in the Gray.
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The days I drive alone and no matter where I go ... and it's when a song plays that reminds me of you and I glance over and the only passenger warming the seat next to me are sun-rays...that's when I feel lonely
The times before bed I'm in hand with a pen and paper... and it's when blue pain stains paper your red lust lust traces your lips and as this book finally closes your mirror slams shut... that's when I feel lonely.
The nights I sleep alone and on my bed...and it's when I'm torn between sleep and reality I reach out for you but all I grab is the moonlight on cold pillows lying next to me ...that's when I feel lonely
I'm alone every minute of the hour and that I can just take.
Its when I feel lonely every second of the moment I just can't bare.
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I close my eyes and a curtain of tears unfurls and a movie plays on a waterfall like
screen. The film unfolds as it's projected through neurons of memories of the first day
I seen you to today, in days I don't see you at all.
It flies by so quick almost as if i was sitting on the remote control and the fast
forward button was being pushed down. I could only make out a glimpse of your smile
here and there. If I could only pause the frame in motions just to see you smile. I'll
pretend you are smiling back at me and I will tell everything I never had the courage
to say. I will scream my loudest till my lungs blow out " I love you!"
All I can do is wish you could here me now. As the image of you washes away the
screen runs dry and only a memory of you is left behind... On this movie that plays all
the time, on the screen behind my broken eyes.
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