Gouge the eyes from its sockets
Grate at the flesh
Chip at the bone
Scrape at the marrow
Churn out the intestines
Carve out the remains
Snip at the veins
Drain out the blood
Hack at the crown
Hollow the skull
What are you hiding beneath all of this?
Every last one of my thoughts
Is begged, borrowed or stolen
Somewhere in memory
They are freeze-dried or frozen
I want to chip at the edifice
Want to recognize what's real
Is it some second-hand artifact
Or a thing I can call real?
Every last one of my friends
Is there because I put them
In some sub-cavernous lair
Like a pre-ancestral cushion
I want to loose my tethers
Get back to a primal state
Take some peyote and howl in the wind
At the village doctor's gate
Is there a demon in the sky
A malevolent presence in the cosmos
Willing it all in a masquerade
And playing off my base illusions?
No wonder we live
No wonder we live
In a state of unbridled confusion
Self doubt and self confidence
are a result of your environment
so is happiness so is depression
undoubtedly the influence
of everyday events
subjective oppression or pressure
those days which are intense
they build or make you lesser
yet both leave their indents
be it humiliated failure
or success beyond your sense
will add or chip at layers
become what one expects
but you can change the flavour
the same way light deflects
make yourself the stranger
rid of your defects
the change is but a drainer
but not of intellect
on spirit put this strainer
don't give in to stress
the scope stays as your aimer
walk on nonetheless
and you will be the victor
who made yourself your best
You rise above me on your lofty pedestal
Cracking your razored whip
Ordering my possibilities
Leaving your intricate patterns on my back
Red lace adorns your masterpiece
I chip at the base of your column
Choosing for your mighty to fall
You are unaware of your teetering
Cracks adorn your insignificance
Your monument betrays you
True power lays waste to your beliefs
The bottom always determines what stays on top
Look into these eyes
See past your own disaster
My power resides within my compassion
I do not wish to rule your castle
Freedom lives beyond your gates
I was not born to be your enemy
Hate does not flow through these veins
Justice shall not be served by my blade
You instead scurry to the top of your rubble
Impale yourself with rusted sword
Fleeing your own salvation
You answer your ghosts
Delivered by you own injustice
No one left to mourn your passing
You believed you could go no lower
Unaware Hell would embrace you in serpent arms
After all you descended from your father
A fallen angel has no where else to fall
Verlena S. Walker's Slam Round 2 contest.
As I scrape off the mask
To reveal what’s underneath
Blood starts dripping from my face and nails
Then one crack and a chip at a time
I start to see what was hidden
And I’m horrified by it
Yet comforted all at the same time
It’s a vulgar sight
That is completely insulting
Yet somewhere deep down
I know this is who I am
And I like it.
I scrape at the mask more
Trying to get it off
I no longer shall hide from the world
If they don’t like it
They can deal with that on their own
Then the mask comes off completely
Scared of everything that I see
I bang my fist into the mirror
And watch it shatter to the floor
As all the microscopic pieces cut me
I collapse on the floor
In pain and agony
Laying in a pool of sweet smelling red liquid
Oozing from all the cuts
Crying out with no one to hear!
Dreams are your visions that no one can steal.
They arrive in the darkness of night.
A window to feelings you cannot conceal
When your body`s too tired to fight.
Wishes and hopes you`ve tucked safely away
Can resurface in vivid detail.
Fears and frustrations of previous days
May return on a much larger scale.
Escaping to dreams can be a relief
From your life`s everyday endless stress.
Or a chisel to chip at the boulder of grief
Left in place of a loved ones caress.
So, yes, in a way, our dreams tell a tale
Of our lives greatest triumphs and pain.
And sometimes the real world may appear pale
To the unconscious memories you gain.