My mind makes chemicals.
Drops of sap from a tree.
Don’t turn into a butterfly.
Yet, is nourishing.
Chemicals are what make the days.
The people around me.
Things we have in common.
Things I don’t have.
Days.
Never feel the same way again.
Just a wisp.
Feelings are chemicals too.
Which will always collide.
Into hope or patience.
Or when you sleep in late for no reason at all.
My mind makes chemicals.
Leaving behind residue.
And friendships.
And freshly made days.
I think Sunday is when,
I am most happy.
I don’t know why.
Just ask the chemicals.
Like the earth and moon collide,
In which we stand in a world full of lies.
The mind is where we confide,
Come with me to the end of times.
Where mother nature cries,
And humans die.
Long in disparity where I find,
Myself alone but what’s to hide.
Where I know its true but cant deny,
The truth in my soul, but why?
Why speak things sweet like pie?
Fake in narrative, digging deep in mines.
Just to find myself ignite,
In a dark place in my mind.
All along It was like committing a crime.
Heinous but kind.
Truthful but evilness behind,
Of how life is Devine.
DeVINE like a mime?
Something like a joke just to
Provide.
A fulfilment which ties,
The likes of intimate surprise,
And the death of time.
Oh, blue, blue sky that used to be,
Before those grey lines bled,
Has evil now taken over the World,
Are all the good men dead?
Look up to the sky
And question what you see,
For there are lines a plenty,
Where lines ought not to be!
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
It's another night... I open the curtains
my mistress is hidden in moonlit meadows.
vastness of space inked in her fingerprints
flows in fantasy, filling a familiar fragrance.
I am no longer alone, a sea of passion tides
smear the stillness of a sedated sandy shore,
with the moon blushing in lustful lovelight
It's a cocktail of chemicals, cordless control.
a Ferris Wheel spinning forever in frolic
latitude of love lost in longitude of life.
hope and reality swirl in dizzy dreams
searching Spring secrets in September skies.
A butterfly had once asked it's wildflower
Darling dear, Will you please forget me?
It's twenty years in tapestry of time...
You have taken me with you, there's no me.
1.Midazolam injection.
2.Hydromorphone inj.
3.Sodium Barbital inj.
4.Sodium thiopental.
An anesthetic or sedative,followed by a drug to paralyze the inmate,and finally a drug to stop the heart.The one and two-drug protocols typically use an overdose of an anesthetic or sedative to cause death.These four Narcotics Chemicals are used to induce death.
Note.Death by gunfire or injection.
Mix the chemicals correctly, mix them right
Our margin for error is infinitely slight
For our chemistry, could blow up this place
But this pantomime is meant to be in this space
Our gravitating inclination is drawing incredible power
Clear your schedule, this experiment is gonna be more than an hour
Document the findings in your memories and forever with your eyes
My love for you will be better each time once we take time to analyze
My passionflower
You, me, music, night, poems
the touch of your lips
Only bad things can stem from a brain infection.
It looks like the cure is an injection!
But some day the medicine will not be able to stave.
And my eyes will once again be paved.
My forehead will be covered in sweat.
Wetting my hair, my first shower in a while yet.
And then after that they start to pry.
My veins are churning, so I cry.
No more cures! No more theft!
I would rather be left bereft.
Altering the effects of a certain chemical,
Though the results are only ephemeral.
It was always the last resort,
But still my life is a distort.
How much more support?
If I don’t drink up,
That water from my cup,
A stingy feeling on my tongue,
Like that time I almost hung.
They say I’m weak and pathetic,
For taking these tablets.
they are not empathetic.
So many colors,
Different sizes.
Will there be others?
And many more prizes?
Claims to fame through healing
Cultivating strong pills
Capturing special brews
Curing virus’ and bugs
Coming through for illness
Catching colds before they
Cause some deathly ailment
Pleiades Poetry Contest
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October 3, 2020
The god of this world is not wholly
Wholly good or wholly evil.
He does his best to avoid extremes.
With his cornucopia he feeds the paying multitudes
While the rest discreetly hunger. He nourishes,
Admixing with good food insignificant,
That is – as far as we can tell - insignificant
Doses of toxin. We must say grace mindful
That slightly poisoned food is better than none, and
“In the long run,” as one archdeacon of economics said:
“Who cares,?“ We’ll all be dead.”
Progress was not made for man, but man
Was made to serve progress. “What progress?” you ask.
Ah, the answer to that is far, far, above us,
Filed away on the fiftieth storey.
By the way, don’t get too worried
About that radioactive leak!
An expert has assured us we need expect
Only a couple of extra cancer cases at most.
And besides, don’t rock the boat
No the god of this world is not holy.
The green of the grass;
A trick of the light,
On a chemical process;
As bold and refined,
As if born in a laboratory.
Nature’s lab builds miracles;
no human can compete or duplicate;
still, stubborn tries.
Chloral-phonic color songs are, Gaia’s patent;
At best, the mortal, births artificial clones;
Deluding himself into believing that,
His way is best.
What fools believe;
Manifests failure.
The wise, accept gifts,
as they are bestowed and builds upon them;
Why waste time, attempting to duplicate,
when so much more, is possible.
S-nake smells everything
T-hrough the tip of his forked tongue,
C-hecking the scent's point.
Topic: Birthday of Stephanie Joyce T. Carvajal (March 17)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
A photograph
A monochrome memory
A vision or a dream
Semi permanent
Silver halide images
Slowly fading.
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