Best Choked Poems
‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
I have not one plough and no shares in the market
Insomnia has taken over my nights the rest is illusion
Ambitions are exhausted and hope has no yearning
Freedom dangles on the rope of puppet-less strings
Vacuum reflects an echo of silent ear bursting rasping
Dissonance oozes from cacophony’s apathetic rattle
The heavy clanger of other’s fraudulent forge melts disowned blood
Into ice in my veins as a purulent mind oozes vile battles' cries
Muted by trench feet scraping bottomless mind-fields and apathy
‘Pull yourself out of catatonia’s core-less pits’
But there is no kernel of truth and fruits of desire have rotted
To the acrid stench of a Self carefully lost on broken branches
Snapped composure looms over a well-trodden treacherous path
Carved into an involuntary hermit’s cave by a cliff edged road side
It is grave in the cavern in which vacant vagrants jumble their bones
Disconnect their last possession and wilfully trade skulls and bones
‘This too shall pass and so many others have been stuck in the rot’
And yet suffocation in some muddy sludge is sinking
Slowly and excruciatingly tempting to join forces of evil
A dark rusty anchor floats high on the unreachable ceiling
Time I have endless measures of but the world is upside down
I am out of the picture that has faded memories for the future
Dislodged and dismembered I am a powerful union of nothing
‘Change your perspective and find solace where it is hidden’
So he who is I from the distance finally lets go of unwarranted grip
Descends as far from the surface as possible beyond expectations
And finds footing of the shackles where the ploughshare should be
The spikes pierce my soles and my soul ostensibly drowned in sorrow
At least there is pain and some place in between scars to feel emotions
That tentatively nurture rescue apparently beyond impossible salvation
‘Your advice seemed hollow but there is some loving space left inside my shell’
29th November 2019
Gone are the days of her anthem
Raw notes of emotion exposed
Feeling flat and the audience sharp
Missing one octave after another
Drenched in fear of rejection
Vulnerability stifled in perfection
Strangled at the mere peep of her unique voice
Spotlights amplify the performance
Lights, action, cut
Silence protects the broken
Rid me of this damn corn,
the progeny of past laquered
loves, its to, its fro, they lap
like cats at milk, destroying all
Returning then to orange groves
and furnace fire/sing to me the
song of could have been, sweet
orchard’s milk and valleys
The wiry sheen below the
capstan’s turn, to anchor goes
the choking deep; all’s not well,
fifty fathoms down
Now granted pure by nature’s leap,
the sequinned, peppered snow,
from mountain’s irridesent yawning
glow, descends to us in a throw,
of sower’s hand!
Lilliput and Gulliver, side by side,
lead the band, and bring the sheaf
to altar bare: but quick!
Before the earth be dead, and all
its winsome jewels to share
Once choked on a jelly bean, nearly met my maker
Thankfully it popped out while calling the undertaker
Postponing my departure
It wasn't in the charter
So I'll continue my notoriety as a PS troublemaker
I wish to not leave the house
I wish to not be with family
I wish only to be as small as a mouse
I wish to crawl under rocks and bridges
the fire under my face will not douse
I stare at your SS glare
the road among us both so straight
your test was deemed oh so fair
wheels akimbo, signals awry
i want to pull out my hair!
a black anchor chains me in bed
only that which is sonic grants me a smile
the madness only seeks the dread
the touch of my hand brings bliss?
happiness lies with the dead
life on the outside is brash and loud
life on the inside is grey
walking on the outside in a black cloud
I will not surrender until I do
white wings and a dark shroud.
Stop! I can't breathe, you have me caught,
Darth Vader's grasp, a battle I never sought.
My lungs are squeezing, a vice made of despair,
Suffocating whispers in a toxic air.
Why should I suffer, why should I choke,
Paying for the habits of your smoky cloak?
Each breath a struggle, each moment a crime,
I glimpse my tomb long before my time.
Stop! I can't breathe, you’re shrouded in mist,
Your addiction’s embrace, an unforgiving twist.
When I was younger, I had no choice,
A silent witness, with my muffled voice.
Do you know that your clouds seek me out?
No matter the distance, there's no escaping doubt.
With each exhale, I feel my spirit wane,
Your pleasure is killing me, feeding the pain.
So please, just stop it, can’t you see it too?
You’re wrapped in a vice, and it’s choking you.
Together we’re lost in this pit of despair,
Let’s fight through the darkness, let’s breathe in fresh air.
The taste of blood lingers in my mouth
as I bite my tongue to hold back the words.
They claw and scratched in my throat,
needing to be heard.
I’ve learn’t my lesson as the last time I let them free
the one who got burnt was me.
Holding my breath, skin turning blue,
oh what more can I do.
Eyes screwed shut so you don’t see
the mercy and release that I plea.
One by one the words pull at my lips,
tearing apart each carefully sown stitch.
Caught in my throat,
out of time, I choke.
The words spill out and a tear down my face,
but yet, you manage to answer back with grace.
Flipped upside down, my world sways,
for once I am at loss of things to say.
Frederick frog had lost his croak
No croak was severe for a froggy bloke
He tried very hard every day
But Frederick's croak stayed away
Because Frederick had a frog in his throat.
We were partying
Drinking and smoking
Laughing to the jokes, a friend was telling
While some were dancing
Suddenly he choked, as he was laughing
He started coughing heavily.
Another was laughing
Thinking it's a joke
As he drag the smoke, he also choked
Now we have two victims, I hope they break the yoke
They keep on coughing, heavily with all eyes absolutely red.
They broke the party
Into two different parts
Some were trying to help them recover
While others were busy dancing
They were unaware
The music is so loud and lovely
Then I choked
While Shouting for attention, a support.
Faltered faith pedals roughly on roads without a map
Towards year's end, staggered by reality
Trust I tore from you lays shredded in spokes' overlap
Hurtful words snapped chance of entity
Regrets course cold recollections of my impatience
Cognitive cycle struggles with clogs
Grinding seizure from lewdness suddenly seditious
Pumps lumpy oil, paved traction lost
Travelling backwards, collision's desist is inevitable
Flipped over frozen spinning frightens me
Knowing I've zero desire to waver if I can have you
Navigation re-established in 21speed litany
29th December
- end of the line -
VOICES GET CHOKED
Abundant dirt and dust polluting civilization,
going beyond my perception and realization.
If envy and enmity obstruct socialization
Voices get choked, but to discard and ignore.
Torturing, molestation, rape, murder or child abuse
lynching, violence: society cannot claim any excuse.
Victims suffer with release of tormentors, flash as news.
Voices are burnt charred choked in anguish abhor.
When Truth and Morals are surpassed by nasty lies brutal
Love and emotion defeated by bitter betrayal.
Nuisance only to be condemned, even going fatal.
Voices don’t uproar, get choked and Heart to deplore.
12/03/18
'Voices....' Contest by Silent One.
One step into the ocean, two hands choking the air out of me
My eyes blur and go out of focus, my tears giving up on me.
Gasping for air, the hands grab me tighter
Reminding me all over again, that I’m no fighter.
I try push away, I try to escape
But the water pushes me down,
I think it’s too late.
The world goes quiet, and I think it’s the end
But my hands let go,
Saying “you’ve got another day my friend.”
Love cannot live while choked by expectations!
The Weeds of Wanting strangle it with Fear!
'WANT!' starts when we mistake Love for Sensations!
And IGNORANCE, when feelings we hold dear…
Am I to say then, friend, that I know better?
Because I have known Love a while and seen
The fruits of being Loved more than the letter?
I speak none ill, for Love is sometimes green!
I hope that I can heal my hurt and heart,
And learn 'something' by sorting out my mind,
That I can trace my pains back to their starts,
And learn lessons from how my Love was kind…
She never said a word that was ill-placed,
‘Twas always true, and equally well-spaced.
"Out of the blue the bathtub broke."
Grout it bloke. I am worried and troubled because someone chocked my wheel with a chock.
Some said he chocked my wheel with a choke. He said, she said,they said it was chocked by him with the choke but I do not have a clue of who did because I was fast asleep, indeed, in my room when it was choked.
Confused, Mr Cap, i need a nap in my room. Perhaps, when I wake, i shall forget that the wheel was choked by a bloke I know.
The girl weeps a bruised and bitter rain,
A childhood choked, a garden grown in pain.
My laughter, brittle glass, it cracks and breaks,
Beneath the weight of unforgiving stakes.
They built a fortress, walls of rigid stone,
And left my heart a barren, windswept zone.
No lover's hand to soothe, no gentle gaze,
Just scornful whispers in a hateful maze.
Each hallway echoes with a judging eye,
A constant feeling that I want to die.
They see a monster where a child should bloom,
And fill my days with ever-present gloom.
The books lie open, pages blurred with tears,
School's a torment, fueling all my fears.
A secret festers, a corrosive blight,
Consuming hope, and plunging me in night.
I paint a smile, a mask of purest white,
To hide the shadows lurking in the light.
But when the moon ascends its lonely throne,
The tears return, and I am all alone.
A burden I believe, a whispered curse,
This aching need to flee, to be dispersed.
The razor sings a siren's tempting call,
A fragile promise to escape it all.
The girl weeps, a final sigh,
A whispered plea to simply die,
My childhood dead, a silent tomb,
Lost in this endless aching gloom.