Choke me, till I’m blue in the face
For you, snake, are lacking in grace
You can hiss but never be free
Till I’m blue in the face, choke me
It’s been a long night of dying
My lungs hate to see me lying
In a lake of my bile and fright
Of dying, it’s been a long night
So poor violent snake of harsh thorn
Please kill me and don’t ever mourn
Because In your scales I want more
Violent snake of garage thorn, so poor
Eat my brain on first of your strikes
In your throat I will be of likes
From your belly acid of drops so vain
On first of your strikes, eat my brain
The Black Dust of Hell: Choking on the Grave
The poisonous venom that spills from your tongue,
The venomous anthems your malice has sung,
Descends to the abyss as a billowing cloud
A black dust of hell that will fashion your shroud.
You spoke without mercy, you bled without care,
But silence awaits in the tomb of despair.
For once you are broken and dropped in the clay,
The shadows you summoned are coming to play.
The ash of your cruelties will gather and rise,
To choke out the light from your dead, hollow eyes.
That mountain of malice will turn to a bill,
An absolute ledger you cannot fulfill.
For every vile whisper and treacherous spark,
You will swallow the soot as you rot in the dark.
Not a breath goes unchecked, not a malice is spared
You will choke on the horrors your big mouth prepared.
Would I cut your lips away
Because of the words you speak?
With your glass half full, some see it as bleak.
What of your eyes,
Are they to be plucked?
Where you see fairness, some see as corrupt.
Watch what you say!
Sever your tongue!
Examine words before they leave your lungs.
Cover your ears.
Someone's speaking the truth.
The olds don't listen. Blame it on the youth.
A shot in the distance.
One side is down.
There are some who cheer even more, who frown.
What is the offense?
What is to be gained?
A voice now silent that went against the grain.
Sever my hands then,
For I hold what’s true.
With might and gentle placement, I'll lay bare for you.
Can you hear the cadence?
Do you feel hands to throat?
We’re choking God out, and all He wrote.
To love one another,
As His son did to all.
Winter, spring, summer, fall.
Untwist the tongue.
Let the scales fall from eyes.
See with your own those, in disguise.
For my tongue speak prayers.
My eyes, truth finders in Him.
And hands placed together all, no longer grim.
Breathing should be easy
Yet somehow it's the most difficult action
We shouldn't have to remind ourselves
Yet here we are
But what is the point when the world has its knees on our neck
Why fight a battle that strips us of our weapons
The expectations to submit
To actions unfit to complete
When either way our existence gets us killed
Scolded when we plead -
For human rights and equality
Peace was never an option
When survival is to watch us bleed
It's a familiar type of exhaustion
One my people know all to well
Where - we breathe and we die
Or we speak up and it's systemic suicide
Tensions suffocate the air
All we want from life is to be treated fair
Yet, atlas life is a never ending cycle -
For us, filled with chronic despair
It's hard to breathe when silence is the only option
When the words are there, but in the end we end up choking
It's always been this way, of cyclical hope then watch it slowly dissipate
Knowing we can't trust it, yet it clings to us for survival
One day maybe it'll be different story
Though let's not hold our breath
We still need it for our survival, Rome wasn't built in a day, we have to be realistic
Smoking toking you must be joking
it's a bust I just don't need an altered sense
of time and space or on choking
a mind-numbing feeling of euphoria
as I am happy as a clam
(thank you ma'am)
for as you two while under the influence
of lethargy-inducing external stimuli
proceeded in search of smokeable weed
a.k.a., a whole lot of pot
a joint venture indeed
the words I heard by you bemoaned
when about to go driving were
'No left turn unstoned!'
He fed some chicken down his throat
and plugged his airpipe tight
Then vomited for 6 damn days
to fill his mouth with fright
And came along to think he'd die
till doctors poked his chicken
When all the chicken fell right down
an anus for the licken
Night erupts…
The maddening glow
Of a closing minute
Of a final hour
Shines pale
Against the frozen concrete
As the drumbeat starts
And the chanting starts
My last broken link
Forever lost
Forever lost
Salvation,
The calling card
Of a new
Abyss
My breath turning
Inward
Where the heat rises
And the voices expand
With the choking of Angels
And the plucking of wings
New grace into the fire
The blessing of those
Becoming
A curse to his rage
The fire of isolation
Burning sweet
Into my memory
Murderous thoughts
Killing innocent feelings
All orphaned intent
Lost in dark wandering
Time no longer master
Unto itself
—as night erupts
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
envy germinates
in deep soil of discontent
and is quenched by acid rain
nourished by malice
its emerald suckers spread
and sap resentment's rich source
it may lie dormant
or fester in toxic thoughts
till re-kindled by desire
envy chokes the soul
ever left dissatisfied
it shall end its days alone
26.10.18
'deadly sins choka contest' : sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Water Board Soaking and Choking
What I have heard tell
With some water board soaking
Could choke you to death.
Should sit for short spell
Have them teach me how to spell;
Can't do very well.
Could be crucified
Hearing how much he has lied;
His orange hair had died.
Car ran out of gas
But luckily brought my bike;
Workers were on strike.
What will be preferred
A predicate adjective
About how I live.
Success had arrived;
When reaching pinnacle of
But became cynical.
Where from my mind did all of this
come from. Only God knows as my
curiosity grows.
Jim Horn
abstract endings pacified
pedestrian beginnings,
save yourself before
you're slap-happy,
choking on interloping bourgeois
mind-control subterfuge
under a darkly cast spell of
plebeian sugarcoated reality,
waxing tween whitewashed rainbow
hues and unicorn attitudes,
beyond uncompromising comeuppances
from behind unglued glossed over walls'
congealed mid exoneration's excuses
I am surprised you are so ambivalent
For me I wish to be familiar with the arcane
Knowledge can indeed be bittersweet
Let me taste of these luscious notations
Lines scribed inspired by our intercessor
It is not necessary to be quiescent
So I choose to be a flamboyant protestor
You sit there and silently witness my immolation
Tactile threads of my thoughts reduced to ashes
I fear you will choke as you inhale my quintessence
For John Hamilton's ten word Challenge.
To add a bit of difficulty I limited myself to ten lines and used the words in the same order they were provided.
Night erupts…
The maddening glow
Of a closing minute
Of a final hour
Shines pale
Against the frozen concrete
As the drumbeat starts
And the chanting starts
My last broken link
Forever lost—Forever lost
Salvation,
The calling card
Of a new
Abyss
My breath turning
Inward
Where the heat rises
And the voices expand
With the choking of angels
And the plucking of wings
New grace into the fire
The blessing of those
Becoming,
A curse to his rage
The fire of isolation
Burning sweet
Into my memory
Murderous thoughts
Killing innocent feelings
All orphaned intent
Lost in dark wandering
Time no longer master
Unto itself,
…as night erupts
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
A choking awakening!!!!!
met a soul that touch the heart!!!!!
led a way to understand the dream
It seems a haunted scream
But a reality can also be more horrifying
Love the way towards the breeze
In the shade of mountain
A cave inside a mountain
Seems a different journey
A dove of love led a fearful Paloma of life
Shades of same soul
Or different don’t know
It’s a call from dear ones
And when u reach the inside tunnel
Seems a different soul of same
Rejecting the concept
Of no two person can be there at different place
At same point of time!!!
A dilemma yet baffled n perplexed
Identifying the yet undefined
Within the inner treasure
Answer r yet to find
Breathless
Mouth gasping for
Air
Choking on water
How do I speak...
How do I release what I feel....
THE MINDS little joke
A cage of ones entrappment
The Surroundment of laughter
Isn't it fun?
A realm with these
Outsiders....
(Breathing heavy)
Taking them a piece
And jabbing ones
Innocence too the ground
Isnt fun?
That persons choking
On water
Unending suffocation
The clouded
Nit pick of torment
That persons choked on water
No help attempted
I choked on water
People from the past and now,
Are like those weeds, here
You get rid of them only
For them to reappear.
They choke you with their
Lies, hurt, pain, and more
Get rid of them only they
Keep hurting like before.
Some of those weeds you pull
Out of your life you can't get
Rid, for their deceitful lies
Continue making you fret.
Eventually, they make you die
For those weeds you couldn't pull, too
They kept choking the life right out of you, killing you,
Because their dishonesty, never could be true.
Author Notes
Prompt.http://meadowbeautynursery.com/wildflowers/Prairie_iris.html
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