Best Chemically Poems
Love is invisible
an undetectable secret weapon.
Some use it naturally
others for their advantage,
manipulating it like a weapon
intoxicating the vulnerable
with their twisted toxic methods.
Once mastered though
there is nothing more powerful
than its essence.
For it has the capability
to engineer uncontrollable reactions,
which chemically unbalance the mind.
When your heart has lost control
the whole body functions for one goal,
that is to embrace and embody only love.
Who ever the object of your affection,
the desire to have feelings reciprocated increase
enticing your soul to dance to your song of choice.
The heart longs for a match,
the soul for a mate,
the brain for intellectual thought,
while the skin craves for just a touch
and the lips for an opportunity to taste
fruits unknown, which become ripe with a kiss.
Never underestimate the power of love,
there is nothing more greater.
Once two hearts connect
all else is futile - feelings are blind.
Another journey begins
with the game of love
The Silent One
Originally written 11 January 2016
Alan Mathison Turing
This ‘enigmatic’ man was so alluring
Chemically castrated for being gay
His alternative was a lifelong prison stay
09~30~16
Borderline Personality Disorder: Full Disclosure
There is no I inside,
No consistent self through time.
I know that I am but
Don't know who it is that is,
Who will be tomorrow, or was yesterday.
Sad to be confused.
All there is is nothing,
Like grabbing invisible wind,
Squeezing a fist-full of water.
Sad to be empty.
It makes no sense to do something
By myself for myself.
In relationship I take the back seat.
The other one's life becomes mine.
Sad to have nothing to give.
I know you love me,
But do not believe you do, and
I hate you sometimes too but
Don’t leave or lose me from your heart.
I swear I’ll do anything.
Sad to be afraid to be alone.
Chemically alter my mood? Of course,
And every chance I get.
Sad to not live in my own skin
Anger jumps quick to rage
And I hurt who I desperately love.
Sad to be mean.
No more dreams of who or what to be,
Not goals to achieve with joy
Like happy people have to live for.
Sad to have no future.
Self harm becomes the norm because
It's better than suicide.
Sad to choose between the two.
Emotions twist and scatter, hop about,
Bounce about, smash against each other, or
Splat the sides of my brain and scream.
Sad to be unstable.
Time is long past up for me to be:
Living unbearable despair,
Suffering extreme, unacceptable.
Hamlet’s answer the later.
Sad for loved ones loved.
What was real and alive, is now real and a trace.
A motionless image of motion, or not. It might be a record of rest, a pause to see where one is, is going, or has been. A rest to make sure that one is alone, when solitude is safety. Or with like, when others mean reliable responses, and a chance to make self. Although it is not really self, but another. Yet, to sow self means to be part of the future, and assume to influence it.
The trace is a focused true touching, or a brush of mere passing, or a death mask impression of being. A chemically sculpted object, whose life motion and lyric sounds have stopped, and just missed its forced silence, while likes scurry away.
It is an accidental graveyard, not planned, but allowed to exist by fixative fluids seeping through piles of grains, glued by near-surface actions, then cemented by pressure into rock that holds that pressure, and by holding, ignores it, while waves of waters flood through subatomic space looking for places that are perfect.
Fossil traces are gifts from the earth gods.
The time is finally here
'Haterz' have no fear
For I have come in peace to compete
And to attain my rightful position and seat
You see when I battle people,it's just unfair
I hold **** down and y'all are unaware
I stay true to my word,as long as I said it
ooh, then I mean it
I bring wreck like little Denice the menice
But do not be fooled,i'm complex like the city of venice
You all be rapping this and that,**** be fabricated
Bring your garbage round me,get you all annihilated
I'm chemically unchanged,no one here is a challenge
Battling me is risky,observe the talent
My lyrics untouched,flow is hot,with a twisted plot
I got ice in my veins,so keep a close watch
Don't mess with me,'cause i'll clap the steel
I might just be the type of dude you all need to kill
But Revenge is a dish served cold
So I wear coats and stay in murk mode
And For people thinking they got potential
Tell them to wait until I put a missile in their lines
They should wait till I beat them lyrically off the porch step
The only reason their rap is tight is 'cause they wear a corset
My heart knows that I'm close to that seat
Soul sings for joy,cause the sun is under my feet
Sense organ smells victory
I smile 'cause of the obvious sign of prosperity
Hope you all see that I ain't got to exert much energy when facing enemies
I'll probably haunt your dreams like Jason's enemies
I'm very powerful with pen
Mightier than the sword,it is written once again.
Talk the talk and Walk the walk contest.Early 90's
How lovely, isn't
It, to have an 'off' switch, shotty wiring
And all,
And a presence lined up to ****?
They are always there
To cauterize the wounds of emotional castration
Without desire to examine
The blood pattern forensics,
Chalking the splatter up
To an affinity towards Jackson Polluck.
Tears are to the meek
As injury is to the bold,
Chastity is to pureness
As promiscuity is to curiosity.
And what
Supplemented activity relates to the character
Defect of an over-eager search for validation?
How surreal a menagerie constructed from
Syringes full of sunshine.
Currency crusted by blood in place of worth,
Hopeful scribbles of the pale and placid carrying
Small flecks of over packed bags under the eye
Can seem when sunlight filters through rose colored lenses;
How frighteningly apparent
Connect-the-dot freckles and
Spasms of the left cheek and
Teddy bear smiles and
Xylophone ribs and
Bits of skin ghosted from lips become
When refracted by a Narcissus pond—
How I m p o r t a n t,
How appropriate these sentiments:
Perfect companions for the rolled-up-carpet's journey
Of finding permanence along river bottom
Set into the silt and framed with waving algae:
A'voir, piggyback consistencies,
Meet oblivion in shreds
Blown out the back end of the skull
In the instant chapped lip worshiper meets collarbone shrine.
Such ready to leech services are no longer
A necessity
In the four hours of chemically enhanced rawness
Stuffed with bile and bruise and suck and lie
Hollowed of meaning,
Save for the proverbial cholesterol of hope clogged in pores.
But I awake in numbness,
Cold and invalid,
With my head pressed on Doubt's chest
And my fingers knotting in its own
Begging to be warm again.
When you wake up and realize that your meds have forced you into a four and a half hour cat nap-
You sit up and crack your neck. Yawn.
Look out the window, and see how much the Sun's glare has weakened.
You grab a glass of water and your pill box. Check the date against what is missing and what day your phone says it is.
Because your mind is too foggy to trust.
Because your doctor needs to lower your dosage.
Will you survive that?
Your thumb presses down on Saturday.
Different shapes, sizes, and colors are audited as you're still trying to survey the logistics of moving any further.
Maybe you should just skip to the end.
Take them all.
Tell the Sun farewell and cozy back up to a chemically induced facade, lit up by an endearing subconscious.
Angels sing as you push down, and turn.
Grab that last capsule and drift off like one of your rock star heroes that burnt out, rather than fade away.
But you're just a burn out who wants to fade away.
So you swallow your medicine.
Lay back down,
and wait for the encore.
-James Kelley 2016
On the edge of metropolitan midnight
he lays in a breathless silence
rasping the evanescing yesterdays to his windows
both open and locked,
while the unknowing below in stale smoke barrooms,
wait to sear his wounds and retell his life
in putrefied requiem.
Abashed metropolis
echoing of muted voices once adorning the streets
in practiced synthetic ritual,
the vile awash and seeping through asphalt cracks,
the scent of rot, old and new, smattered on old brick edifices
silences the ascending smoke plumes
belched from and within dirtied concrete towers,
the final endeavor from within a dying mans spirit
reaching out to no one
City’s voice wails from the antechamber in darkness
anxieties fracturing the panes amongst the downtown fire
of urban panic
lucidity congealing away within him, kept only in the moment
by metronome dripped medicine
exposing him to his damp streets, dirtied culverts, sewer ditches
chemically induced and maintained.
Fighting for his identity within this sterilized chaos,
whispering for the few of open mind somewhere below the window sill,
quicky stepping onward, over his newsprint life,
calling out one last time
There he lays in cold white sterility,
calling silently to his windows, both opened and locked,
watching his stories catch and fade in the dull humid streetlight
wisped away on steam grate stale winds,
the dying soul, eyes closed, his aged lined face
muddied, scraped, and walked over,
through the grime of progression left on sullied pavement.
Chemically: crystalline carbon compound
Commonly consumed as coffee, Coke
Choices? Consider chocolate
Craziness careens corners
Attitude and attention adjuster
Autumn afternoon activator
Accelerated activities
Ask another altruistic answerable
Fathoming fatherhood
Folgers: fresh or frozen
Foolish frolicking
Fickle frazzled frog
Favorite flavor?
French fanilla (fun!)
Famous for flying
Fan for “FREEDOM!!”
Endurance enhancer
E’erlasting elixir
Endocrine epoxic effects
Essayist endorser
I, internal igniter
Interestingly included
In iced infusions
Imagine: ignorance imploded
Nosy noisy neighbors
Night-time ne’er-ender
Negative nightmares…
Nice neanderthal!
Everyone’s elated
Elliptical epiphany!
Elephants eat evergreens!
Ellipsis
Stadium full of Fans
Many paint face and bod
Human refrigerators trod
A play surface just as odd
Both chemically enhanced
Opposing teams do their dance
Fans bellow and prance
Knights without Horses
Joust back and forth
Jersey covered Armor
Enhances their girth
Beating the other team
Elevates their worth
DON'T STARE AT ME BECAUSE OF MY SKIN
THAT'S RUDE OF YOU TO DO
DON'T JUDGE ME BECAUSE OF MY SPEECH
THAT'S RUDE OF YOU
YOU HEAR THE WAY I TALK
I KNOW I USE SLANG
BUT EVERY WORD YOU SAY
I CAN SHORTEN IT UP AND IT MEANS THE SAME
LITTLE BOY FROM THE PROJECTS
THOSE PROJECTS I DON'T REGRET
THEY TAUGHT ME COMMON SENSE
WHEN MOM COULDN'T WATCH MY BACK
BUT MOM DID WATCH MY BACK
EVERY TIME I WAS UNDER ATTACK
BY THE NEIGHBORS THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS
SHE TOLD ME TO FIGHT BACK
SO I DID
I CAUGHT THEM ONE BY ONE
AND STARTED DECREASING THEIR ARMY
BEAT THEM UP SO BAD THAT THEY HAD TO SAY SORRY
BUT NO JOY CAME FROM THIS
JUST A DISCUSSED THOUGHT
EVEN THEIR MOM TOLD US
"YOU'RE BASICALLY FAMILY"
YA'LL SHOULDN'T HAVE FOUGHT
TO ME THAT WAS A LESSON TAUGHT
WITH THE EDUCATION I'VE ACQUIRED
DOES THIS WORLD STILL SEE ME AS A HOOD BOY
OR A YOUNG GENTLEMAN?
THEY SEE ME AS NETHER
EVEN THOUGH I COULD BECOME A GREAT PHILOSOPHER OR PREACHER
I'M STILL GETTING TOLD THAT BLACK PEOPLE CAN'T BE TEACHERS
WORDS LIKE THAT ARE POISON
I CALL IT SPITTING ETHER
CHEMICALLY DESTROYING THE MIND OF A STRONG BLACK MAN
AND YOUR EYES WIDE OPEN
BECAUSE I'M NOT BREAKING DOWN EITHER
I AM MY OWN EMPIRE
BREAKING YOU PEOPLE DOWN UNTIL YOU GET TIRED
EXHAUSTION IS NOT A FEELING
IT PLAYS WITH YOUR MIND
BECAUSE I KNOW I WONT SLEEP
UNTIL THIS WORLD IS MINE
SO WHAT CAN YOU SAY ABOUT THE PROJECT BOY
THAT YOU STARE AT AND TALK ABOUT?
OH WAIT. AM I STILL CONSIDERED A PROJECT BOY EVEN THOUGH I MOVED OUT?
MOTHER GOT A GREAT JOB AN WE MOVED INTO A NEW HOUSE
DOES THAT MARK THE PROJECT BOY OUT?
I DOUBT IT BECAUSE YOU STILL RUN YOUR MOUTH
BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER
BECAUSE I DON'T HEAR ANYMORE WORDS COMING OUT YOUR MOUTH
SO TREAT YOUR WORD LIKE BIRDS AND LET THEM FLY SOUTH
TO ME I'M WAY BETTER THAN THE NEXT MAN
BECAUSE I'M THE BEST MAN
LIKE A WEDDING FOR MY BROTHER
AND HIM ASKING ME TO BE THE BEST MAN
BECAUSE I'M A RISING STAR
AND FOR MY FUTURE WIFE
I'M BUILDING ME TO BE THE BEST MAN
AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES ME THE BEST MAN
Distant Pipes Lament - The End - A Collaboration
Standing out most beautiful lady,
Warmly Inside strutting In the darkest hours.
As warm before me you stand In glory,
A Rose you were among so many flowers.
Warmly Inside strutting In the darkest hours,
Following the path of ones heart.
A Rose you were among so many flowers,
You the moons' wonder from the start.
Following the path of ones heart,
I am scared and angry yet truly sorry.
You the moons' wonder from the start,
You left me grieving cold and lonely.
I am scared and angry yet truly sorry,
My heart broken asunder my Souls' pain enhanced.
You left me grieving cold and lonely,
Into a vortex chemically unbalanced.
A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.
I’m a freak of nature,
An infectious disease,
A social outcast,
I do as I please.
I don’t fit in
With the dark colors I wear,
With my dark appearance
and chemically stained hair
With my music so loud
my eardrums will bleed,
With throat ripping lyrics
Of demon spawned seed.
The darkness my home,
The shadows a safe place,
With my loud music,
and painted black face.
Alone in the shadows,
Music my only friend,
Forever forgotten
Until my dying end.
This Casuistry is a paradox
Fallacious feelings repress
A Sophistry you ingress Chemically redox
Tergiversate under scrutiny. A misfit – an anachronism. Elusory emotions to express
My argument a confused paralogism Chicanery
Fugacious Piety worships AWAITING THE FALL
An elaborate machination Formation of
this Cabal To unravel this conspiracy
Renegade inspiration
A
Live
Grenade
Revolution call.
Societal crumblings
A mind poisoned by barricades
Limitations.
Cures itself
By questioning everything
Invalidity, obscurity, corruption
Topple under
Plots of our Coterie
Political pressure
Militant insurgency
Worship the gun
Worship the steel
Guerilla tactics
Metro
Urban
Rurally
Camouflaged pawns
Stratagem
Pieces on the board are people
Playing for real.
Didactic Leaders
And
Pedantic parents
They’re history and experience
In perspective reveals.
Cycle of manipulative
Elite, controlling
The pariahs
Starved in appeal.
Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs
And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame.
I do understand that demand is high
so we have to do somethin’
So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest
I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed.
Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs