A Zombies violent behaviour is so much more than what you can see on the outside.
Inside is a battle.
Fight, after fight, after fight.
There's a war going on like that of two wolves.
The infection,
the virus
that causes such a primeval effect,
yet doesn't quite kill...
So now you're not quite dead,
but you're not at all alive.
Undead.
And everything else seems surreal.
The space inside, just an abyss,
no longer a star in sight.
Crash landed ships.
Spewed debris and shrapnel slice.
The innards of decaying carcass,
insides pour out when pressure is piled on.
Except nobody patches up holes on that of which is already dead.
The burning hunger that growls verbrato.
The stomach empty,
body empty,
heart empty,
mind empty.
Hungry for not only brains,
but an insideous desire for all parts.
Your inside screaming power as you tear into the head of some naive victim of your circumstance.
Full now,
for a second.
Always more.
Wanting more.
Wanting more.
Needing more.
And that feeling takes you to your knees.
Or was that a gun shot to the head?
Stabbed in the back?
Right in the heart you say?
You might say it's for the best.
Devastating news about war flood into our T.V. screens;
switching channels doesn't help much. A familiarity with
violence will hit you back in every switch of a button.
The oceans are piled with plastic wastes and nets,
that are choking the life out of whales and turtles.
Street people are throwing insults at us,
when we don't have a penny to give.....
All these are problems;
we've fed them with so much indifference,
that they've weakened our harmony,
creating a cavity that pains,
and cannot be ignored.....
There they were
Dirtied like untreated cavities.
There on the mirror
Our benighted oblivion for actualities
Somewhere across or below
The solution is not shared to bestow
Nor mercy allowed to freely stand
But only is granted to be banned
The truth gouges our knowledge,
The truth that humans are cavities
Without shelters nor ailments
The truth refuses to gouge our heart
But only accepts to gouge our knowledge.
To be under our sky is to be under their sky.
Thus we are the same people.
Push into me-
With all of your form swallowed whole as I press from my knees,
Shake me...
My sense of free-
Is pulled from the flesh: stretch the root to my chest as you run,
Through me.........
Force me aligned,
Leave your mark and I'll promise to take all of these...
Senses you rise,
Into others who can never follow me
Deep as I've seen,
Such a truth that your presence impressed into me...
Speak not to me,
For i give my heart to secrets, abhorred...
Who claims your soul?
Perhaps it's the one long ago who you thought was forgone...
Still them...
What can you be?
When all of your essence already was brought to the void...
With them..
Still leading hearts
To enable through what you impart onto them
The claim to your art
To remind inside where their embrace stayed
Sworn to their gaze
Instigations of dreaming their hearts memory
Reach not for me
As you rise to serve what you have born them.
Press into me-
With all of your form swallowed whole as I press from my knees,
Shake me...
My sense of free-
Is pulled from the flesh: stretch the root to my chest as you run,
Through me...
To recombine,
Leave your mark and I'll promise to take all of these...
Senses you rise,
Into woe shared with others who can't be...
Deep as I've seen
Such a truth that your presence impressed into me
Speak not to me,
For your purpose is my secret, abhorred.
Who claims your soul?
Perhaps it's the one long ago who you thought was forgone..
Feel them...
What can you be?
When all of your essence already was brought to the void...
And they...
Still have a part
To enable through what you impart onto them
A claim to your art
To remind inside where their embrace stayed
Leading your gaze
Instigations of dreaming their hearts memory
Into the days
That arise into what you have born them.
The Cavity
I know of a man, who was digging in his field, he had seen
China on a map and wanted to go there, and by his estimate
China was just under his feet. It I was a cumbersome job and
the hole was deep almost hundred feet... and then its wall
collapsed- in a round hole there is only one wall- he was never
seen again. For many years when someone died in the village
the digger came, from it was said that so and so had gone to
China. But wait the story of hopeless travail didn´t stop there.
There is legend in Manchuria of a strange man who suddenly
appeared in a paddy field pointing to the ground looking for
a lost hole, said he wanted to go home which was impossible.
Digging a hole for yourself is not a smart thing to do, because
when you leave the safety of what you once knew there is no
telling what you might find, a gold mine or a rice paddy.
brown bear hibernates
snowpack seals the cavity
dark corroded space
tooth's face reconstructed
filling a vacuous hole
October 9, 2012
Dentist delight
Halloween night
Patient's fright
Toothache plight
The more I stare
at Mona Lisa"s
fabled smile,
the more I see
nothing there that's
faintly mystical;
none in those lips
is remotely
enigmatic,
none in their slight
slant is celestially
aesthetic.
In fact,
there are other ways
of looking at it:
a smile of one
trying to explain
some mild mischief,
suppressing
an embarassing
big burp, maybe,
or one deftly
hiding her
cavity-filled teeth !