Room of Lies

Yesterday is hell sifted away tomorrow is heaven a myth... no bye, no aloha complex married misunderstood unable to communicate hate a retaliating stranger who never saw first blood eyes red puddled with break down habits grab for stimuli the pill, the Beretta for the take down longing to read, when ability limits him to simply write this sophomoric curse pain receptors dulled via sleep yet the light pink demons creep reminding blind self nothing's mitigated if only he could speak Brahms whistles from the desk supplementing a place in life the creative act a hard fought solitude terrible and tremendous weeks ago jaws of life pried his body from a car full of lies lucky to be alive today he's stuck in a room of no truths where enemies pretend to be friends and blood stains, like cries never dry... Yesterday is hell sifted away tomorrow is heaven a myth... no bye, no aloha

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Scott Thirtyseven

Date: 7/28/2014 7:44:00 AM

Love the "car full of lies" metaphor. What a wonderful full speed, full on read. Great words.

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 7/27/2014 7:47:00 PM

so .. hmm.. not quite angry but befuddled, losing hope. crying out for something which never existed to begin with the 'human concept of truth' very evocative makes one want to hold your face and just clam you by staring into you eyes ... thank s so much for your kind comment! Light & Love Debbie

Debbie Guzzi
Date: 7/27/2014 7:48:00 PM

PEW WAS MY CAPTURE lol MAYBE THEY want us both to gow to church??

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/27/2014 5:35:00 PM

Parts of this were clear as a bell and other parts I was not sure what you meant, but wow, I love that repeating part, no bye, no aloha. Very powerful writing as always. You do not believe in an afterlife??

Jslambert Mister Roboto
Date: 7/27/2014 7:31:00 PM

poetic license...in other words, it means whatever you perceive, and that my friend is poetry to me. I picked up a pen and 120 seconds or so later, those words appeared on the notebook page. I haven't had it read to me, but if I recall there were a lot of descriptions of myself going on in the moment. I do know Brahms was blaring loudly on the radio, and I was feeling sad. .

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/27/2014 5:34:00 PM

geeez, he blocked you?? I can hardly believe it. you were not being mean. I thought you were admiring him even though I think you had called it a slam! well, let me read this one now.

Jslambert Mister Roboto
Date: 7/27/2014 7:36:00 PM

Finally, yes the poet did block me after I composed what was meant to be a poem of high praise and adulation. Possibly it was read quickly, or words for which the poet did not agree caused the disruption. I can only speculate bc I have sent 2 letters of inquiry and apology, to no response.

Jslambert Mister Roboto
Date: 7/27/2014 7:32:00 PM

As for afterlife and beliefs, I try to avoid "beliefs". That word is way too permanent for me. I sorta look at life as something that never really begins or ends...I have felt this way about it for quite a while, but like life, my views always change.