Anesthetized Poems | Examples

Premium Member Enslaved World

Enslaved World

Deleted God. Animated psychology.
I love God. I respect God. I want God.

No, no Foggy Psychology. 
Life is God. I live for God.

Soul science in my life comes from God.
I don’t want English Psychology.

I want to delete, destroy the dark psychology.
We will do it, clear the world of these poisons.

No this psychology
No this aberrations

I am a human
I am a European

Foggy Psychology
Can’t drive my life

I love
God

Drives me
God

And I
Satan

People are 
Anesthetized here

By psychology
Foggy

Enslaved
World

Premium Member Time has passed

Time has passed

It was a painful bad time, but its memory has transformed someone’s life
Love has completely trampled him, but its power has ruined the heart

Poor poor man, his feelings were numbed and anesthetized by a hope
He doesn't need this hope anymore, his heart and soul have become…
… completely ruined, a longing desire, he loved this lady; sad desire

Oh, what did this phenomenon sight do to him? To a clean soul
The affection he felt extinguished the flame of his heart
Evil's love saw his pain, his lament, the suffering of his heart

Forget this love, my friend, time has passed
Time has passed, and it will never come back
– Said it Master

Premium Member Trixie Wants to Write Poetry

meet my muse Trixie.
I want to draw.
she wants to play in the Thesaurus.
Trixie is a freebooter, marauder, pirate, she plans to win.

I sketch a monkey, elephant and acrobat.
I am in circus mode.
Trixie slams her green eyes over the big book.
she is persnickety, determined, and forceful.

fat blue Thesaurus is a harpy; she flips open.
I stare at these words - deaden, anesthetized, stupefy.
write them down! Trixie demands.
she is more trouble than a gewgaw, trinket or knickknack.

I avert my eyes, not wanting to play with words
now drawing a circus tent, and a popcorn box.
red and white striped popcorn box has arms and legs.
he sticks out his tongue in maniacal cartoon laughter.

Trixie flips some pages of this dreaded book.
gleaming, sparkling, glistening stand out.
magnify, enlarge and amplify bite me on the left arm.
I am not writing right now! I tell her.

she sticks out her tongue.
eager to work on a magnum opus, creative masterpiece.
I can hardly work on the giraffe.
curious I am to read words where she is pointing

lionize, glorify, elevate
vanish, disappear, dissolve
I begin drawing a lion, trying to break my muse's spell.


Premium Member Trixie Wants To Write Poetry

meet my muse Trixie.
I want to draw.
she wants to play in the Thesaurus.
Trixie is a freebooter, marauder, pirate, she plans to win.

I sketch a monkey, elephant and acrobat.
I am in circus mode.
Trixie slams her green eyes over the big book.
she is persnickety, determined, and forceful.

fat blue Thesaurus is a harpy; she flips open.
I stare at these words - deaden, anesthetized, stupefy.
write them down! Trixie demands.
she is more trouble than a gewgaw, trinket or knickknack.

I avert my eyes, not wanting to play with words
now drawing a circus tent, and a popcorn box.
red and white striped popcorn box has arms and legs.
he sticks out his tongue in maniacal cartoon laughter.

Trixie flips some pages of this dreaded book.
gleaming, sparkling, glistening stand out.
magnify, enlarge and amplify bite me on the left arm.
I am not writing right now! I tell her.

she sticks out her tongue.
eager to work on a magnum opus, creative masterpiece.
I can hardly work on the giraffe.
curious I am to read words where she is pointing

lionize, glorify, elevate
vanish, disappear, dissolve
I begin drawing a lion, trying to break my muse's spell.

Premium Member God's Creatures

Crabs tip toe along the bottom
daintily picking at morsels
with their crushing claws.
This is an arena for carnivores,
creatures made for tearing flesh,
or picking carcasses clean
with a kiss. 

Hinged mouths
engineered for swallowing whole
lay in wait in mud or stalk
weedy hideouts for prey.
Others prowl oceans 
fitted with rows of serrated teeth
or have bellies as big as trucks
to house their kill.
Some have arms studded 
with vacuum cups 
that caress and hide 
a deadly beak pouched
just below a brain. 

No screams 
can be heard here or, if let loose,
find a register in the human ear. 
Pain is tapped out in tiny tremors
too subtle for our senses
to feel, death
signaled by a surface splash
or kept out of sight.
The suffering is seismic.

Blake's terrestrial tiger pales 
to a pussy-cat compared 
to the arrayed instruments 
of slaughter that have 
a home here. God must love
these killers to witness
the pain of their bite
or else floats anesthetized 
in an infinite, 
dreamless state.

Premium Member Awakening

At first you become aware 
of the silence, the strange
quiet laying just beneath
a crust that cakes
the receptors of the soul.
Then slowly what surrounds 
you begins to loosen. 
Sounds filter through,
whisperings of movement
trickling out of the shadows, 
part of song patched 
onto a faint whoosh
of wings passing overhead
and the long notes
of the wind through wires
drawn out across time.
Something stirs, stretches 
to unsheath nerves 
anesthetized by sleep.
Beneath tall trees, 
small fingers of light pick over
a scattering of dead leaves
as if looking for something
left there seasons ago.


Premium Member Did She Smile

Floating in vacuum,
morphine intravenous supplied,
pain deadened,
she lies dormant, oblivious to all,
thoughts suppressed,
unfeeling and benumbed
in  the emergency cubicle.
 
Her husband holds her hand,
icy, like winter at its worst.
She moans, eyes flutter,
only to fall asleep again.
Anesthetized she finds rest.
Monitors bleep to rhythm,
steady as she goes just like
a sailing boat on rough seas.
 
She will survive.
Husband bewildered.
A human vegetable?
Oh no the expert says.
She will be fine.
The husband dials a number,
talks softly not to disturb.
There will be no divorce,
it's best that they give up
and do not meet again.
 
The woman on the bed groans.
Is that a smile on her lips?

Fine Dining On Air France

We’re monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
absorbed by the clutter of the food tray.

Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom, uncomfortably numb.

Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls, few will scream.
We’ll keep decanting small bottles of vin de table,
butter buns.

As the aircraft plummets
and drops like a stone to certain death
we’ll still be struggling with condiment sachets,
coffee creamers, with small, molded cruets

oblivious now to anything less important.

Premium Member Memory Speaks

Echoes from the past
Thunder from the tongue less cavern of the earth
To rouse my anesthetized sail from slumber,
Sutured wounds crack open, oozing fresh flood
As the pain of yesterday visit suddenly
-drawing rivulets from sunken eyes.
Blind eyes see shattered dreams in a shroud
Encircled by living dreams.
The bullet pierces my heart again and again
On its journey to vex my grieved soul.
My ravaged heart leaks out multitudinous emotions
Into a putrid flood.
He wanted to live and earn a living,
He wanted to earn a living and live;
But death riding on the shoulders of brigand said No!
Daily this bitter demise of blood
Lives on in my mind

Premium Member An Oceanless Beach

An Oceanless Beach

What is it to see 
but never emerge from the dark? 

Children marvel at color, 
movement, 
perception, 
not knowing 
control mongers await them, 
famished gluttons who relish 
adults obviating consciousness. 

Some risk pain, 
while too few discover 
healing is not a poultice 
to cover a wound, 
but an eardrum, 
an eyelid 
to remedy contrived storms, 
blasts of empty oxygen 
programmed to destroy 
observation's eloquent gift, 
the always present 
sense of truth, 
or not. 

Risk awaits… 

Perhaps muddied, 
but nevertheless 
always at the ready, 
actuality's hardened muscles 
ready to serve, 
to discern platitudes from profundity. 

How courageous 
this willingness to risk, 
knowing to cower 
is to embrace that safe place, 
ignorance's wanton indulgence, 
an anesthetized existence 
on an oceanless beach,
where colorless tears
become desolate in erosion’s sorrow.

Worship Myths

Poor of the poor
          anesthetized by myths,
          amazed looks gifts
          in services ...
          They're equal to light flies
          occupying spaces ...
           Mirrored moral misery
           spreads quickly ...
           And the poor goons
           admiring false stars ...
           Truly the false hairs
           heralds that enchant
            so much ... they are not men ...
            Resemble to
            wolves or rats ...!
            Corrode pale minds
             of the unfortunate "ducks" ...!

Fine Dining On Air France

We are monopolized
by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery;
absorbed by the clutter
of the crowded food tray.

Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies
through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom.

Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls,
few will scream.
We’ll keep decanting
small bottles of vin de table.
We must butter those buns.

As the aircraft plummets
earthward,
we’ll continue to struggle
with condiment sachets,
coffee creamers,
with small molded cruets.

Bits and Pieces

Bits and pieces of your heart and soul
bits and pieces, fillet and sautéed
for the sad amusement of cruel men with mindless erections
Who snicker and grin
as they lay you down on a bed of nails
Naked and anesthetized
for the purpose of insensate insemination
s and feces, from hearts without soul
s and feces, from cruel little boys, masquerading as men,
with pointless erections, who grimace and sin, 
As they fornicate and fail
Naked and cautertized from the meaning of erotic sensations
And that is: sweet tender love and kindness
approximating Divineness
Which the sad woman is so longing for
and the little boy is running from

Premium Member Headed For the Gristmill

Yesterday’s sweet corn
     now rests among the shucked,
          where norms’ victims lay.

Side-by-side in rusty silos,
     awaiting the gristmill;
          dull substance feeds the masses.

Look at us, Mr. Kipling.
     What became of “The Man Who Would Be King”?
          Laugh at us.

Anesthetized aspirations 
     embalmed by mediocrity,
          hacks without hopes rest in a garden of low expectations. 

Individuality sacrificed,
     we are the dull fruit
          carried in coffins created by conformity.

What is left to feed the next generation,
     but the seeds of monotony
          without a kernel of creativity?




*May 26, 2018

Premium Member - a Life In Hell -

Early morning
his first thought:
A glass of Gin
A refreshing effect
Relationship of evil to
devil's medicine

One glas
becomes to three ... or five
The clock shows half past seven
in the morning
Mother and the children wake up
It's a new working day
and school for the three children

He hides the bottle
The brain is anesthetized
The glass falls,
crushed in the sink
He is completely unable to act

Fear and despair
Protects their children
Economic difficulties
The shame! - Oh ... that terrible shame
Mother was depressed
and was simply not
strong enough to leave him














19.02.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)

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