Sounds of medical monitoring machines
Echo in the brain of a comatose marine
Lying on a gurney hospital's bed
Least of all, nothing is said
Those present bow their heads
Praying his not already dead
Eye's flutter, the patient awakes,
from their comatose state
Ironically,
the marine didn't pass through heaven's gate
Risking life and limb then joining us again
libertine with wings
sun-drenched and comatose
awaiting night flight
i always imagine myself
sitting on a cloud
feet dangling from
behind heavens fence
with my headphones on
huity take the man out of it
Mattressed fall skies move slowly against naked framed trees--the coming cold
inextinguishable
is your appetency
for what you suspire
you feed on this drug
to make life passable
but by the same line
that educes endurance
it will transport
inevitable death
Dec 10. 2019
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Eh, Bebe ...
clueless you with the wide eyes open,
which can’t see
So apoplectic of heart,
paralyzed by the cobra sway
of changeling channel charmer words
Gen Z baby gloomer
remote diaphragm controlled,
go back to analog sleep
Oh oh ... video comatose —
Nightmares begat by daydreams
of reel digital silver screams
Lost Vegas patch-eye vision
of one arm pulled down
And the coins keep trickling
into your open palms
Baby Bebe gon umbilical vault cray cray
Cut the cord of the eyelid dark violet curtains ...
bling-bling blind birth
shut the womb of twin retinal glow dearth
So aorta slow,
slug cranial coma critical ...
lobotomy comatose
Virtual voices say:
eh, Bebe —
Pull the plug ... let the dying vapors go,
expired from a necrotic nasal
I see miles and miles of lavender...
Fields of lavender
The fragrance stimulates my entire being..
Colors in the atmosphere so intense..
So vivid..
So vibrant..
Never have seen so many magnificent colors..
There are colors of which..
I have never know existed
Rejuvenation I feel..
Reborn I feel..
Revived I feel..
The previous I..
Isn't I..
Previous in a crisis..
In crisis mode..
Living life on survival mode..
In a life threatening emergency..
Waiting for crisis..
Expecting crisis..
To explode with the grandest fury..
Fury followed by suffering..
Succumb to suffering it was
Moments of serenity non existent..
Cherished loved ones..
Special friends pour their sadness
tears of pain it is..
Teardrops multiply..
Thus then the tears become an ocean..
Simultaneously all this occurs..
I remembered all fields..
Of lavender..
The intoxication of the lavender fragrance..
The stimulation upon my entire being..
The transformation as such..
Cherised loved ones..
Dearest friends..
Please do not despair..
I am alive..
All while in my sleepy slumber..
In comatose land..
Its been dead today, dont fall apart, this sickness wont leave me alone monotone
Once black touches the water its black forever and hard to dilute. Still lost in a haze transfixed in a gaze slowly fade into the shadow of a doubt dream drip deceive releive respite repulsed by the face that stands on your shoulders hanging over me like a clouded smoke of crippled arms prosthetic disfigured laced around surrounding me in a cold nightmare.
Depressions like the souls of the dead trying to pull me down to there world slurred blurred visions of images flashing like a camera in my mind showing me the pictures of my black and white memories.
Lay down rest now so far down in the ground lost in the sound meloncholic ambience closes caress's my fragile eyes to sleep me in my dreams once forever more.
Just send me, send me to the moon
a free pass to a carnival of lost gravity
I just want to be alone
Time is passing through the hourglass
can you flip it over please
I wish I had an eternity
but what favors me doubles back to be my sworn enemy
Why now did a comatose of memories befall me
No one needs to see me weakened and shaky
lonely tears filling up these hollow eyes
One day too late, a lifetime mistake
hese words of mine always seem to grow legs and run within writing
The people sit and stare and wonder if I'm alright
but with fake smiles and the right responses
mask my true expression
the arms of sorrow swallow me whole, a bear hug
Take me, break me in half
broken inside, feeling cold as snow
When will this be over, after the rain falls away
allow me to shoot the sky and when the sky cries
permit me to bleed and writhe in pain
crying along with it
Comatose: inspired by Insomniac by Maya Angelou, for Joann’s Copycat contest
There are some morns when
Sleep conquers,
Heavy and masterful.
And all the tricks
That I groggily try
To shake it from my head
Are futile as raising the dead,
And much less hopeful.
When I come too close
She becomes comatose
from An overdose
Of some bad love
I suppose
Her heart calcified from the bleed
Now there's a stone where it used to be
A fort built around her being
Echoes of pain's sound for seeing
There's damage done to repair
She needs a spark with some air
She needs a gun with a flare
Can I break her out of it
Gotta break her out of it
She puts up a wall
And she's shutting me out
she don't know me at all
Cause I wont let her down
And darkness it comes
and takes over her soul
and there's nowhere to run
there's nowhere to go
Gotta break her out of it
*It's about trying to love a girl that has been damged from a past relationship.
COMATOSE
Some call it verse without the rhyme
Marcel Marceau without the mime
The wasted words get joined in prose
and leave me mostly comatose.....
Yes busted prose is comatose
like coffins in a hearse
modern verse is for the crows
for making nests or worse...
so proze for those that wind it so,
just can't get a handle on it,
the modern world loves it though,
i just can't place the grommet.
Don Johnson 12-jul-11
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