Best Unsound Poems
Bellowed meek presence, Surpassed adolescence
Of wanting the imaginable, Realization was the inhabitable
For did I not love myself enough, To seek what was the dream of
An imaginary place, My love cried for empty my space
Unsound love, In momentary pleasure thereof
It never did penetrate, Though womb like fate
Pleasure came pleasure left, G-spot repressed
Bought back to life at the same time, Empty stood the vessel mime
Enacted muse, A wanting give to lose
09/12/2016
The most unsound theology ~~
is most frequently found on church signs
Written June 26, 2022
Vision clouded, foggers haze to a dream.
Evil visions, reality in your scream.
Subtle a shock, heat torched in sin.
Turning circles, never ending we spin.
Paper sharp, stinging sliced now I bleed.
Full moon flight, thirsty vampires of greed.
Rain washed, Atlantis flood runs deep.
Tear stained, snail tracks I weep.
Titans clash, treachery Gods of war.
Suffering world, our societies roar.
Volcanic energy, steamed dry by sea
Molten sand, in burnt paths we grieve.
Placid tides, as undertow lifts our fate.
Relentless circles, the world's sea of hate.
A PATIENT OF MENTAL ASYLUM
THINKS HIMSELF SOUND SO HE IS THERE
ALL ARE UNSOUND WALKING OUTSIDE
Form:
My friend Danny was soon to be wed
I implied he'd be better off dead
He mused, then winked at me
And walked into the sea
I hope it wasn't something I said
Im left to believe
There's no hope for me
The way I wanted it turned out..
Guess it's to much to ask
Left unspoken but shouting loud
Left alone with my thoughts in a shroud
I fall into a endless tunnel of darkness
Forever searching and never found
My fragility consumes the best of me
And into darkness I descend over
And over again
Never free
Without sound
Never me
My heart feels like it's missing a compound
Wish I didn't exist
Then this dream wouldn't exist
And into emptiness..
I would not know, in it, I drowned
And unsound
Unadulterated social illness
follows outbreaks of mental mania.
We stagger after each crazy outbreak
make firm resolutions and plans
nothing helps.
Causes are multifactual, faceted,
it's all very complex and multi-actual.
Psychotic instances bloom
some are dead by noon.
Pontificating politicians
bark impolite, condemn
and castigate
but it all has the feeling
of being far too late.
America has blown its brains out;
death is getting old
some are looking for the gun,
some reload.