Best Flaying Poems
Waking
Slumber
Another day
One more to sway
My eyes are red
My hopes are dead
I live in dread
In bed
Another day
Another one
Another breath of putrid air
Why
Interludes
Softly mocking me
Musicale morticians
Playing with my mind
Oneness
Nothingness
Meaningless
Vodkaness
Swimming in tears
Arms flaying in past races
Symphonies sounding grandiose themes
I am one with death and her piano keys
I sit as the keys fall to the floor
Sadness absorbed by the empty walls
I am one
With no one
No tunes
No cartoons
Rain and depression strangle my heart
Nothing left at all to give
Wrinkled
Withered
Despair in the king’s castle
Counting gold
One
Bloated and floated
Black liver dancing in the sea
Shouting his oneness
Return
Come back
Touch ne
Humanity
Oneness
In those final moments
before you breathed your last
all you heard
was spat out at you in hate
insults inflicting wounds
deeper than the nails
that riveted your body
to that cross
Out of eyes
swollen almost shut you saw
the ones you’d come to save
foaming at the mouth
in a rave
no time to swallow saliva
because the fast paced taunts
had no pause
your ears filled
not only with blood
but with curses that lacerated
your breaking heart
flaying it
with ever word
how absurd
that these humans
couldn't see the nature of the One
Who could with a WORD
make them all cower
stripped of their power
and He could set Himself free
but...it was not to be
because of His indescribable love
for you...
for me...
Oh, Jesus!
One day
Your ears will fill with praises
songs of victory
dedicated to you
pouring from the lips
of a very different throng
those who to you belong
the saved and the strong
singing at Your feet
lifting Your name high
where it was meant to be
above all names
Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved (Acts 4:12).
Only you know if I’ll be there
if your eyes will fix on mine
shining love that's Divine
as I sing with the rest
a love song to You, Jesus
Only by Grace
only through You
Jesus…
“What a beautiful name it is!”
Eileen Manassian
Inspired by What a Beautiful Name it Is by the group Voice of Lee
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiIMtID54K8
The surgeon generals
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin
Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put to sleep
under the celestial lights
Souls with eyes and minds closed —
their ears tingle lustily,
hearing cash pillow talk on poverty sheets
But, the gorgeous planetary patient
has no operating room human rights
Oh, such an awful terrestrial plight!
Yet, the view from the firmament heights
show another picture
of love from above
No stitches are seen
on the sky blue-eye, brown skin beauty
Regal global queen,
daughter of the Lunar tides,
your disfigurement is a cosmic shame
Moon princess,
Snow White seasonal changeling,
the galloping Four Horsemen are coming
upon the dispossessing gale wind
to trample upon
your perfect facial contours again
Hazel spring eyes,
with a cerulean crown
over her cloud-colored wedding veil
She wears such a Polar aurora adorable,
pristine mountainous gown
But the Jekyll dogs of war
are viciously on the shadow Hyde, waiting
to gnash another canine needle
into your verdant cheek vale fertility
Upon an evergreen face
does not one strand of virgin
forest hair
stand out of winter place
Until the anaesthesia bombs needle drop
to pockmark your oasis skin ...
and the monstrous dissection begins
Bloody butchers bullet love
slaughterhouse flaying
Stitching border sutures ... raised-flag lines
that are ever changing
As the summer fruits of world peace
are no longer autumn falling
Cris-cross scissor map marks
have so money land-lust sullied your timeless beauty
A planetary Bride of Frankenstein
is now your geo-political, laboratory scarred destiny
And I’m afraid to experimentally speak:
more stitches are soon forthcoming
Yet, from high above,
tho’ I hear
the negotiating table scalpel scrapes ...
I see no ugly stitches
on your indigo beautiful oceanic face
His back is turned to her.
Head bowed, shoulders slumped-
Ears muted to her stinging words-
Heart numbed from excess abuse.
Though once addicted to it, to her.
Her flaying arms and forced tears.
Bitterness flowing from her petite frame.
Ripping through the air-
The target of her hatred
Once fueled her passions and desires.
Promises of forever made forever ago.
Held near and dear in thoughts and actions.
Tarnished and crumbled, fell through the cracks.
Vicious, selfish decisions
Scorching all sense of heaven on earth.
Two having been made into one.
A union blessed on high
Now has caused heaven's angels to cry.
Hell not for lost souls or the damned
Exsistence without love, truest living hell.
Stop harassing me with your hate
Stop flaying me with your frustrations
Stop inking me with your insecurities
Stop cutting me with your cruelty
Stop lacerating me with your lies
Stop searing me with your satire
Stop abusing me with your anger
Stop battering me with your brutality
Stop degrading me with your derision
Please….
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
Let me love
Let me laugh
Let me survive in a world
Where sympathy is sterile
Where joy is jaded
Where happiness is haphazard
Where fantasy is fleeting
Where contentment is capricious
Leave me alone
To bear these burdens
Let me live
Eileen Manassian
For all victims of abuse
I ain’t a doctor and never will be,
but one night I got into hot water,
I was trying to help but it didn’t help me,
the night a young wife had a daughter.
And it all began with a sunset,
and me underneath a palm tree,
cutting some fronds off the palm,
due to threats from the S.E.C.
As I cut away fronds near the wire,
a spike lanced into my hand,
and try as I might to retrieve it,
the flamin’ thing had made a stand.
I couldn’t quite hold it with tweezers,
and a needle could just feel the end,
now seeing that it’s after hours,
outpatients I’ll have to attend.
And quietly I sat and I waited,
my turn for the doctor to see,
when a fellow stormed through the door,
in panic he yelled, “Please help me!”
“My wife is out there in a taxi,
and right now she’s having a baby!”
Swiftly the waiting room emptied,
and the only one left there is me.
So I ran to the aid of the father,
and flung open the taxicab door,
removing the young mothers clothes,
and throwing them onto the floor.
Her contractions were ever so close,
I could tell by the way she did shout,
so I yelled at her “Keep on pushing,
and the baby will find its way out.”
But she insisted on wanting to sit up,
I laid across her, to hold her down,
her legs and her arms were all flaying,
and she really was going to town.
Now I was beginning to panic,
‘cause I think her water just broke,
and as I tried to feel for the baby,
somebody grabbed me and spoke.
It was the young mother’s husband,
who thanked me but said, “You’re too late,
my wife has delivered a girl,
and you’re in the wrong taxi mate!”
like a grain of sand..
flied from the land..
settling in my eyes.
A lot of tears can,
remove you easily again,
then the pain will be removed.
What a wonderful band..
taking my little hand..
telling me to sway.
The Smell of the flowers..
is holding me for hours..
flaying into the sky.
What a wonderful feeling..
Freedom is always cleaning..
my heart and soul.
What comfort, lighthouse, in this automated age?
No welcoming glow from cottage windows,
no friendly keeper brewing tea,
just a cold white beam flaying the night.
Lighthouse, in deepest dark you stand a watch
as lonely as mine,
both turning vacant eyes to an uncompromising dawn,
both lonely daymarks for the dispossessed.
What comfort, lighthouse,
What comfort?
Frightened of memories fading,
Early morning,
sunlight caressing the face
introspection at the reflection
in the Brahmaputra river
Afternoon,
sweet aroma of the red sand
and green on the countryside
struggles flaying arms to swim
across the blue waters by Narasimaswami temple
while religious, in prayer my hindu hands together
in obedience
red tilak, bells, sanskrit chants, and blessings.
My palm rubbing my little brother's
curled black hair.
His curse and my fret,
a desire to know his last words
Search for his voice in dreams, Since ---
Evening,
at the Christmas markets
walking towards a German castle
with some Ghuwine in my belly.
Later,
my first snowfall
snow angels shining on me
skies dark, trees naked,
and land covered in white,
My haven in New Haven.
7 pm,
climbs by the Kangaroo point
blinded by the flood lights reflecting
on the slippery quary rock.
Night,
Her christian mind, velvety short hair
and her soft cheek against my thumb
by the river bank
Losing her words, familiarity, losing, and
a chance with mon amour.
Late night,
blue fountain (Fountainebleu) camp fires on my birthday
sharing the trunk of a car
for a good night sleep
3 am morning,
glaring at the moonlight on cobblestones
walks in France,
in contemplation of memories old
A day spent, as the next day comes
I crave
to keep something found,
and I crave
for the return of something lost
Purging, surging, my body heaves
Flaying, slaying imaginary dragons
Swarming beasties inside my pores
Those nasty little invaders,
Those horrid thieves
Have infested my frail body
The one my nemesis abhors
Lurking, smirking the dark one hovers
Smiling, beguiling he offers up angels
Soothing hungry desperation
Those soft enticing creatures
Those sweet lovers
Are surging through my aching veins
Offering me brief salvation
Quivering, shivering I emerge
Bleeding, pleading for just a little more
Cravenness creatures howling echoes
The whimpering of my soul
The final dirge
My spirit joins that of angels
I leave my body to the crows
Form:
Let my words bring on the darkness
May my words wrap you in shadow and scrape the inside of your skull
Scarring my beautifully sadistic scenarios on the inside of your braincase
Let my words coat you in darkness
Your nightmares are child's play compared to my twisted creations
Let my words cascade you in darkness
Here's where my words draw on the dark curtain in your thoughts
The pens that I carry rip into the flesh of the one next to you
Dumping endtrails and viscera at your feet
Let my words shroud you I darkness
As the mist settles upon your ankles, holding you in place to witness
Let my words spit upon you the darkness
Now I bite my words into your brain,
Grabbing you by the scruff of your neck
As I lick my pens clean and let your acquaintance's blood run down my chin
Staining my beard with such a lovely taste for later
Let my words grasp you from the darkness
Now your my next meal and your fear makes it more than worth while
Let my words encase you in darkness
Blackness so thick you can't see your hand in front of your face
As my imagination slinks around the room
Clicking their claws on the stone floor
Giving life to sparks as they walk
Let my words pressure you with darkness
Making every breath harder to take.
Let my words claw at you from the darkness
Flaying tendrils of flesh from your body
Piling up like the dead in a Spartan battle.
My imagery locks its claws into your rib cage
Shattering it like glass rods
Spilling your organ upon the floor
Let my words feast on you in the darkness
As they lick your still quivering heart
And I walk and walk and walk
The tenderness of my feet
Transformed in to a hard Foot Step
With the passing time and life's heat
Through the sirens and blacked out evenings
Through the bare footed run down the alleys
In the rain soaked neighborhood
With friends and brothers catching and flirting
gasping for breath flaying my hands i stood
I stood and regrouped and caught hold
Of the hands of my brother
My mentor my Guru who introduced
Me to my destiny the Alphabets
Helping to scatter the ignorance
And holding me in times of despair
The Kid who was stuttering
Was happy so by becoming
Another kid on the School's Arena
Though i was Running
Back in time Not a Man
The leaves of time remain unchanged
Only the sounds have ticked
Like I walk and I walk and I walk...
SWANSH..
Copyright@20/2/2015.
Surreal beauty fit to fly.
Pearly teeth, oozing lies.
Dark mane casts ethereal frame.
Deep blue views of sinister flames.
Transient bodice, eager flight.
Others upon, she bestows the sight.
Lying beauty unadorned.
Dark addiction, newly horned.
Gentle hand, cloying chest.
Upon hole, within loss rest.
Flaying flesh from bone.
A dying wish of an inherent crone.
Hole, which inner heart was bore.
Afore gaucherie did so gore.
Lying inert and naked on the floor.
-Any comments are appreciated.
It was the missing decade
of my life that came back,
late on one clammy night.
Wearing your visage
of a foraging girl
at the foot of a tranquil Vesuvius.
Spent though I was,
for those decades still with me,
I sat awake listening to the warmth of open windows.
The decade came to me,
in figments and memories
wheezing a few questions.
This room is known to me,
as is the night,
as is the flaying heat,
and the carved words
on the creaking charpoy
by some distant uncle.
I melded with the light squeezing through
into this dark, sulphurous room
like an exile away from my maker.
The decade came to me
and sang lullabies
of princes who never were.
I have kept my vigil
until the mirror ran dry
and returned to sand.
The decade wears me now
as I am, the hunting boy
by a shimmering Ganges.
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Date: 07/05/2017
Hit Me With A Swift Kick
Wandering amongst roving clouds of time
often staggering with that precious load.
My memory stuffed full of heart and rhyme
I carry this burden down a dark road.
Poetry demands writing when it calls
fast flood rushes in, all over my mind.
Blasting the words, torrents from water falls
darkness leaps forward to ever remind.
Telling the bad, along with the sweet good
then as if to hit me with a swift kick.
Flaying my sad heart and knowing I should
images coming that seal the wicked trick.
Inspiration flies in my writing ways
don't try to be so damn good and clever
So like selfish prayers in epic, sad days
spit the bad, stop acting like I've never.
So lost in those stubborn, confusing thoughts
Ripped my net, released all fish just caught!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-25-2015
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