Best Mutating Poems
Etched in my soul
is the peace of a lonely ruin,
an old chapel on the skull
of a hill surrounded by pastureland
and wind-swept trees.
Below a lake stretches into the distance,
its waves lapping the mottled shores,
its waters harboring a variety of fishes,
its surface mutating according to nature's whims.
I lie on my bed in my urban hovel,
a small window opened ajar,
I smell the effluvial stink of the dirty alley,
I hear the hellish hustle and bustle
of the mad world outside,
the world that rejected me, leaving me jobless
on the verge of homelessness
on the brink of famine.
Like a somnambulist, I walk away
like a drugged addicted old man,
and limp towards my haven far away.
The way is long, and torturous, and steep.
I fall, get up, knees bleeding, but keep on
until at last I reach the top where silence reigns.
What did I expect to find here?
I look down as the earth stretches before me.
And wonder what must He had felt
with a panorama such as this
as He hang on a tree,
blood dripping from a thousand wounds.
There was no silence then but only jeers.
Here on the skull of my haven is silence and peace
and I wonder: would there have been
silence and peace, had He
not died so many years ago?
“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
(line of inquiry)
Tears fell upon a senseless blank page,
as self-pride suppressed dark vents of rage.
We become silent when words don't engage,
until we are touched by verses from a sage.
Some arrive as a mentor with a mystic gaze,
save us from being misplaced in ego's maze.
As silver serpent skin begins to shed,
we learn to walk a path where the sincere tread.
With poetic expression a tale adorned.
In the early dawn ink's ego was torn.
Quill's rebirth reflecting a radiant sunrise,
evolved the mind to portray sapphire skies.
An alchemist's heart spoke of love's sweet strings.
A melody mutating like butterfly wings.
Vanity cast away, as a cold heart warmed.
A rhapsody of roses with white petals formed.
Emotions weaved words through the veil of time,
in a fusion of metrically composed rhyme.
With each beat, a rhythm of stanzas poured.
In the canvas of life a masterpiece concurred.
In union, poetry whispers through the air,
cosmic swirls only honest poets share.
As ego dies, speech become a divine exchange.
Souls ignite when toxic thoughts begins to change.
Once upon a time
Distant memories
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest fragment of a breeze alerts
The senses whistling
Melodies explode
Through the branches leaves lament
Observing nature's space hold in colors
Fruit of tenderness
Mellow your sunshine
Blossoms love supreme touching
Fingers raise deep golden feelings yearning
Addresses one's heart
Lonely dust remains
Breathing breathless light explores
In darkness echoes bounce off deep caverns
Cold howling shivers
Devouring warm blood
Into the bones whistling ice
Winds voice of the lost souls' eyes turn bright green
As the spirit leaves
Dark moldy shadows
Light of moon sources cravings
Beauties kiss eclipses rose bleeds scarlet
Immortal heartbeats
Life stops ticking bang
Seduced black velvet pleasure
Sinking fangs into the succumbing heart
Drum beats slow echo
Fallen unchained truths
Slithering lizards crawling
Underneath the skin a beastly vision
Storm roars through timbers
Translucent blood slime
Flowing toxic energy
Mutating hollers screech into wolf moon
Scalding hot flames breathe
When red embers burn
Into the lustful ashes
Born inside scarred remains breathing wounds
An itch that scratches
Onto the mindset
Greenish cornea expands
Opening curtains in a split second
Haunting prey on light
Affliction of need
Rasping rattle in the throat
Death yowls airless scream without sun visions
A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid and Angeline Lim
“In situations of captivity the perpetrator becomes the most powerful person in the life of the victim, and the psychology of the victim is shaped by the actions and beliefs of the perpetrator.”
? Judith Lewis Herman, Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence - From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror
Egotists are an enemy to an empathetic butterfly.
When your life functions like a cognitive chrysalis,
narcissistic spiders silently creep and crawl,
sucking at the sanity of your fractured cocoon,
wrapping their beastly venomous black legs,
around a trapped heart, weaving their conceited web.
This mutating sanctuary is a double edged sword.
Even when the door to your cage is open,
idle wings remain motionless - reluctant to fly.
When the pupal mind is frozen at a larval stage,
caught between the confusion of love and hate,
conscience speculates over being a victim or a villain.
Thoughts linger in constant conflict with subdued soul,
torturing the heart, so incarcerated wings remain stagnant.
Afraid of avian predators - too anxious to escape their tormentor,
you become a willing martyr, sympathising with the abuser.
The pain may be palpable, but their atrocities are forgiven,
so you remain stranded from their manipulative deceit.
Forming an emotional bond in a savage cycle.
I can feel it I can hear it
I can dream it I can see it
day and night, week and week
I drown in this bloody sea
I die in this ocean of tears
I swim in the dead of sorrow
the synchronising melody of death
is like an anthem to my brain,
the loud shatter of a heart
is as a rhythm to my soul,
the screeching scream
is like to me the gush of the wind.
what monster have I become?
I can feel it I can see it,
even in broad daylight.
I can dream it I can hear it,
even in the dead of night.
racing and chasing,
killing and mutating
the train of thoughts
is that one that created the living monster.
I am as a lost soul, wandering
as a traveller, seeking
as a predator,thirsty
all because of a phenomena...
love.
Predator drone recording:- 6.00am
The dawn sky dramatic
Multi-coloured in rainbow array
Mutating flares of crimson reds
One portent Wednesday.
Overhead the predator drone motionless
Metallic silver it's planed wings
and tip pointed nose
Alarming to view it's presence
Though reassuring to see it remain
As alien activity increases
In newsworthy reports of the same
Covert surveillance monitoring
Is commonly known
Also equipped with combative technology
Has this futuristic drone
The troubled nations looked skywards
From parliament offices, homes and schools
No communication has been received or ventured
As a stalemate seems to prevail
At 6.30 pm on Thursday
A bombardment of ferocious intensity
Annihilated a mountain range
Within 30 seconds as dust cleared
The landscape now had changed
Once where there were mountains
Only a rising mushroom cloud
Panic was endemic
As satellite news worldwide spread.
Communities in the vicinity
Had collapsing buildings
and the people laying injured or dead.
Countless areas were targeted
Cities razed to the ground
People as headless chickens
Madness crazed were hunted down.
Total annihilation of the human race
Was the aliens only goal
Governments faltered and fell
Young destined to never grow old.
The authoritarian levels of society
In bunkers down did go
As the skyscrapers monopolise
stood as gravestones over the
crowded inhabitants below.
No help could be alerted
from the defence forces,
ambulance or police
People decided to die in their homes
With loved ones silent in their grief
The old order had been toppled
No-one could envisage the end
Then, Monday at 5.00 am
An ear piercing whistling
continued without restrain
Ear drums were shattered
No-one could withstand the pain
Making everyone left suicidal
that was the alien's game.
They entered the Earth's stratosphere
at midnight on Saturday
But there was no human civilisation
No-one left to positively say.
Save the Earth
Fossil fuels burning, ice caps melting
we are the reason polar bears aren’t surviving
Nuclear radiation killing, nuclear waste on the river floating,
we are the reason turtles are mutating
Cities porous with lambent lights of bright neon green
we are the reason a star is not to be seen
Automobiles releasing gasses, factories dispensing noxious fumes in a burst
we are the reason global warming is at its worst
Abusing our power to hew forests, pushing aside whatever stands in our way
we are the reason animals feel so gray
Mountain ranges of litter, and some in the gutter
We are the reason the world is stuffier.
Tossing waste in the water, waves picking up litter
we are the reason the creatures in the deep feel so bitter
It’s time to stop pollution, to stop abusing the earth yet still live contently
Lets protect the environment be together with animals in solidarity.
Meeting you in the court of dawn,
Yes! We played and cried on life’s lawn.
Mutating dreams to reality the task at noon,
Ordering my trembling steps to the moon
Tearing our fate at dusk
Hands of death task
Earth you depart mot my path
Resquicat in pace and in my heart
In this world we seek wealth and that better life
Finding lies, debt, plague and fear, in this forest of strife
Spirit weak, hopeless, afraid to answer when any query is raised
behind apathy and delusion hide, thinking earth will be unfazed
See the deadly dregs of destructive waste, defiled sea and sand
With our befouling of the heavens, mutating plant and man
Creating wealth is the priority, of humanity on earth
Pantology repressed, to seed arrogance not mirth
The people's voice was muted, for way to many years
Unanswered questions persist, we can't afford to fear
Still round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate
To save our world and all humanity from their present fate
Is it possible to correct our mistakes and save this great land
Seems ironic to say but, "Our fate is in the Peoples Hands".
Longevity dreamers don’t wanna
deal with me
I’m short straw bad for good health
Liquidators that are paid handsomely
to handle the hazard,
don’t quite make it home safely
after coming in direct contact with me
Material perks comes with a radioactive
buyers remorse poisoning penalty
Emergency workers sub-contracted to die,
get an all-expenses-paid funeral tax-free
Courtesy of government policy
Four lethal isotopes, I possess
Brief exposure can be genetic deadly,
even if you’re wearing a protective, cobalt-lined suit
Come any DNA closer to me,
and your uranium saturated body will receive
a guaranteed morgue visit, very shortly
Got four jellyfish gaseous tentacles
that’s gon beta burn sting
Two thyroid growth-stunting twins:
caesium-134 and 137
will double date you
with a mutating embrace extra finger eleven
Along with strontium-90
and iodine-131
These four cancer flirts are sure to give body hurt:
acute radiation ... grab the suicide gun
Extending invitations for a half-life
Party over
before the sunset get golden twilight
Radionuclides will get daydreamers sober,
as the mortality music stops at midnight
When I get under the skin,
epidermiological odds are,
your whole life is gonna get cut short
So don’t hold your breath,
half of nothing is all you got left
You silence the noise, from your electric clock
turn on the lights, shower and your coffee pot
Do you feel blame for what you have done
Since, the clock signaled, your day had begun
Hundreds of simple tasks, that we do everyday
No qualm of consequence, cost or whom will pay
Trying to survive, with wife and children we create
No concern of air, sea, land or errors we berate
In life's maze we seek wealth and that better life
Finding lies, debt, plague and fear, in this forest of strife
Spirit weak hopeless, afraid, when any query is raised
behind apathy and delusion hide, earth will be unfazed
Deadly dregs of destructive waste, defiled sea and sand
With befouling of the heavens, mutating plant and man
Creating wealth the priority, of humanity on earth
Pantology repressed, to seed arrogance not mirth
People's voice was muted, for way to many years
Unanswered questions persist, we can't afford to fear
Prospects to correct mistakes to save this great land
Seems ironic to say but, "Are in the Peoples Hands".
Across the white of table bread and yellow plated cheese
Upon the black fictitious grapes, it wheezes its disease
It crawls, its scrawny legs cluttering the revulsion's sight
Look at this nocturnal insect parading pride in pallid light
And so one, then suddenly a thousand more, and still more
From draw I thought secured, from every vessel held in store
The little beasts come dragging a gay appetite to the floor
And with so much resilience, so much flare, some would adore
But I, something in the hygiene of my upbringing, shudders me
With looming tragedy for this, a population depleted I see
By pest and pestilential tolerance, trembles me now with rage
That cockroach could destroy us, and rule the coming age.
Mutating from the fission and fusion that left us hopeless, bare
The fallout from divine grace, and this shimmering cold now here
What shall be our harvest, except the wintry white of fear
Nothing saps their resistance now, the cockroach is everywhere
Profile this, in every four thousand species plus, every size and shape
Four common species threatens our mortal dust, O wanton rape
Think you that their triumph shall not call from hell more tragic forms
To chew and shred and intoxicate the procreation of our norms
I hear the scratching of the spindly legs, see sick white chitinous wings
I am filled such foreboding of the plaques this evil brings
And we make boundaries with indifference, call them the species at risk
Forbid their public swatting, stomping, crushing them quick and brisk
O let me see the putrid gut inside, let me hear the crunch of flesh
Let me use the new insecticide to bomb them from behind the mesh
Splatter them where they fester, let us kill this insect by decree
What though some berate us, for we make a dark hole in ecology.
My babies loved the cats,
through the ages of the naps,
in the pages,
in the clasp,
on the floor,
atop a mat,
I pull it out and flip a bat-
let a lover free the band,
so I may rebuttal and unleash some wrath...
Because just one tap on the blacks,
leads a lover to the back,
just like one Cambridge man of the past-
holds a drink,
and chats your gas-
shoots your lore back at the boss-
holds your cross with MS DOS,
dances slow,
without a flirt,
dances slow,
and acts the jerk,
wounds the birds,
with sailing lurch,
corrodes the curbs,
with wheeling verse,
feeling verve-
eats the skirts,
while doing peddles,
and bronzing metals,
mutating meadows,
while racing against yellows,
seasons those fellows pollinating in the bellows-
of an R1 while you're having so much fun...
Being a beast while you're facing the gun,
in the rip of time between going home and burning the buns,
focusing on the fever that got you your lump some.
Those of our christian rights drew us a beautiful picture
perfectly placed within family values
Father and Mother related
To worship the Child an Infant conceived Sacred
teaching every single one the parables of this life
with deeply etched principles attached
To overshadow a mass deception mutating the truth
backwards never moves forward according to the Word
that which carries total authority made from the Flesh
we are all sinners wounds to be judged for our shortfalls
how little we have become tainted children
Do we stand and be counted sheep
crying in order to protect the Lamb
or remain quite with the wolves
who are a blood thirty lot breaking Divine laws
Always claiming justice stands in their court of knowledge
whom tear down the true meaning of a family
never in a life time will they ever be right
I pray God be merciful to those blind afflicted
to grant them the precious miracle
that baptises the very eyes
that enables them to see and love again
No Exit
musicians hide behind scarring sounds
beyond madness
beyond folly
beyond Somewhere Everywhere
dance with delirious determination
through fragments of melodious folly
dissonant dulcimers declare
repetitive chords
within punctuated digital drones
repetitive beyond vibration
vibrating beyond repetition
percussive rituals vibrate
beyond inflated vaudevillians
mutating into
mad cacophonous comedic collisions
rituals beyond vibrating cacophony
rituals behind chaotic vibrations
deranged vibraphones
denounce
fragments of repetitive visions
mindful of mindless
Exits