Grief anchored in stone,
tears in layers frown to heal,
burdens drag me down-
growth slows down in ooze of filth
lungs choked, deny me air.
Bile and amethyst
wash the past into the now,
eyes can only weep
only sadness strikes clearly
vision veiled by endless pain
Future sanitised
emerging strong and careful
grief is cauterised
puss expelled with painful squeeze
sorrow becomes a weapon
Blaring lights of glaring savauge,
Gaudy surmise ceased to suprise
Light of darkness, sun to the sky,
In sight to sanitise the tear of thy eye
Unswept and wept 'pon broken bodice,
Wept and kept and hounded the goddess
Fanned the fawn of cauterised fallace,
Hell of cold, unearthly palace
Chaste and torn chest of satis,
Man to maid and hound of malice
Seam to see unravel of ravage,
Goddess to test the fondest of savage.
Free verse contest
Laura loo
30/06/2018
Quiet
As a recovering addict I have often pondered what makes the addict mind
So reckless...
So impulsive...
So destructive...
So obsessive...
So disquiet !!
So bloody noisy all the bloody time that the only way one can breath or find a single second of solitude is to numb the infernal organ in ones head until it has been completely cauterised with artificial intoxicants and beaten into submission with outside stimuli.
Why ?
Why, because calamitous calm permanently pacifies my suitably unstable mind.
LIQUID STATE
numb brain cauterised
thoughts melt liquidised
goodbye gentle globe
may you never again
drown in snow
all will miss
the elegance
of your despair
no more howling
like ovens or
crying out
prayers
numb brain cauterised
thoughts melt liquidised
vainglorious
heart hanging
death draining
where the sky
feels more
remote
than the
realms of ageing
dreams
the staircase to ultimate bliss
is now flowing out of
state commission
what else can I say as
blue armies draw closer
and life pulsates like a
tadpole in my brains
liquid state
© Kim van Breda—8 July 2015
When the monoliths burst into shock-horror flame,
People gaping through windows at chaos again,
The box in the corner shows all that was done
From multiple angles, repeat and re-run.
If someone could stop it, pray God that they would,
This cold anaesthetic is serving no good,
But the eyes are hypnotic and glued to the spread
Of destruction and slaughter sucked into the head.
Feeling sick to the stomach, being driven half mad,
By the fifty-sixth screening it’s not half as bad,
And questions resound as if going insane,
Repetitiously hammered deep into the brain.
As the impact grows lesser each time it is seen,
Panoramic and sweeping the letterbox screen,
No need to record it to watch it again,
For they run it and run it forever, Amen.
All feelings in ice cubes, they’re now getting numb,
Giving up speaking, struck voiceless and dumb,
The nerves have quit jumping and die compromised,
Deader than doornails, they’ve been cauterised.
Visual whirlwinds are spinning around,
Despicable carnage played out on the ground,
What once had a power to move and appal,
Exploited ‘till it has no meaning at all.
You pressed me into euphoria
so my imprint scarred the sheets;
and love dew ran a cooling tear
along the silken thigh.
Smiles I thought would never wane
played rapture on my lips;
and I had faith in love's prevail,
never once to die.
You broke the spell with cold deceit,
smashed the ardent dream;
and made the future branding irons
that cauterised my bliss.
Joy I thought would never end
fell poisoned and destroyed;
your mouth dispensed betrayal
with a toxic serpent kiss...
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