Stephen Kilmer Poet Free verse

Too Much Time Alone

If you come to find me 
Look no further than you must
For I will be burning effigies
A conspiracy is afoot
Some might say I spend too much time alone
Too much time in the attic of my brain
I have fake conversations with myself
Some might say I spend too much time alone
I think they don’t understand me well enough to know
So call me a mad man. 

The axe is buried deep and falls again and again
Wood chips fly as I hew the tree of death
I am working on commission
That’s right the agents are paying me
A coup d’état
To overthrow loneliness
I burn effigies of myself
Some might say I spend too much time alone 

Ask me if I care.
Ask me if I can find my way home.
Ask me if the sewage is raw in my veins.
Ask me if I can crack the code of loneliness.
I dare you to ask me.

Some might say I spend too much time alone.
I can never have enough time alone.
It spares me the spirit of life with society.
I burn effigies.
Let the flags and cannonballs fly.
A war upon my soul will not stop me.
I'll ride a pack of dogs into the teeth of the storm
And rain down pain upon your shores
A coup d’état
A coup d’état  

Will you finally come and spare me?
I doubt it.
I am not an anomaly 
I am free to ramble in loneliness
It burns my flesh, flesh that is hard as gasoline
Underneath the muscle is sinuous and built for pain
Come save me if you must
I am not an anomaly
I just spend too much time alone…

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Laura Breidenthal June 17, 2015 at 3:46 PM That third stanza really stands out. I've returned to this piece, dearest - it pulls at my heartstrings... some have to build very thick skin to battle loneliness..others saturate themselves in it, perhaps from guilt, or perhaps from just learning to love it as it is how they live to escape the agony of being hurt. This composition is one of my favorites of yours and I feel every ounce of emptiness, power..and strength. You're never alone! Love you! Always, Laura Stephen Kilmer December 22, 2015 at 6:04 PM awe hell Laura you slay every time. I am a fool for your comments because they are so spot on. You're like a voodoo sister that knows my every love and fault and weakness. this leads to desire........

Laura Breidenthal June 15, 2015 at 7:38 PM Ima comin over now!!! : D I absolutely love this amazing composition. I will be reading this some more and return to it. Excellent poem! Always, Laura Stephen Kilmer June 15, 2015 at 8:28 PM twas not to be the end of the world. Never meant t scare you girl. just me and you writing fiction. Stephen Kilmer June 15, 2015 at 8:04 PM To come on and join the revolution we have been waiting for you. We need a wasp wasted soldier to grasp our strategy and cut these flies to pieces of grass. It is our time an I FEEL IT no more kneeing to the king. we not hurt them only rule them and teach them sivility and kindness and let them know that strenth is were power and beauty come from. And then only then can we rule from a truthful beginning. I lay my self in front of you. If am the wrong man kill me quick. for if I rise up it will be millenniums before it's fixed.Only you know the queens have bread you and only youl will tell the truth. Do no hesitate. otherwise death will rule this world. good by love. Peace for all

Diane M Quinlan June 2, 2015 at 9:19 AM I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Great word play and so well presented in theme. So true to thought, word, and deed. This certainly describes a Lone Poet Writer'! Thanks for sharing......didee to a 'T' Stephen Kilmer June 2, 2015 at 9:02 PM Thanks Diane I'm glad you enjoyed my work. I look forward to reading some of yours as well. Until then lonely is the word... ?) ~Kilmer