Written: November 03, 2023
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Beyond the misty shades, there is peace.
Irreconcilable with retaining inner ease
Noshing prefers tugging at my soul.
Bearing wounds of stale apathy as a whole
Confusional twinges twist and confine.
mesmerizing me with its emerald design.
The rays, while flowing, are being broken.
A punitive pulse that shrinks is swollen.
Voices and visions visit the void vacuum.
The reality is shown in my idle bedroom.
My pores are a way for dread to escape.
Provide solace and safety for my shape.
The epidermis gets tangled in salt.
It lands in a vibrating pressure vault.
Exposing the exquisite havoc of the mind
Ensuring me that I can properly bind.
My path to the afterlife begins here.
I'm a speck of sand thrown at a sphere.
Subtle gestures are used to indicate time.
The sole residual insight has grown grime.
Everything is
Nothing
or
Nothing is
Everything
No is
Yes
or
Yes is
No
Beginning is
Ending
or
Ending is
Beginning
At the end
confusional illusion
or delusional confusion !
© Mahtab Bangalee
I'm once again awake in this inside out state
Never confused because I know I'm mixed up
Is it me I see in viewing blurred investigate
Has nature mistrued this building a buttercup
I really don't know how I get there, day after day
Is it a giving window that assures my mind thralls
Then I'm where in standing blinding emptiness
Allowed seconds of whom I was when I was total
Glimpsed memories of I seeing images of my past
Faces known years in confusional dark abound
Children I knew last week, names now lost so fast
Not even voices can rebound their previous sounds
I'm now even I don't know, whom now looks at who
This someone who looks back at me can't you see
Darkened silhouettes pierce my blanked see through
Once again awake, in this inside out state see plea
21/11/2015
Is this contest about birds or birds
Or am I in confusional absurd
Are we talking about breasts
Beautiful plumage their best
My hand now says my sights blurred
confusional, yea
but why oh why, for we sigh
interrogate us
comprehend I simply can't
for closed doors, we now adore
.
I would like to ask, "just what is your problem?"
Too great a task, to narrow it down to one
Your empty mind, from where those twisted words come
Don't think before you speak, you just let them run!
You talk excrement, one more than piss
When you emit those lies, in that venomous hiss
If your targets truth, then you always miss
Your twisted mouth, is so hard to kiss.
It's hard to see, what you gain from it?
Spreading your lies and talking such ****
(so much so, you must wipe your bum.... with your tongue!!)
Sarcasm is obviously greater than your wit
You stupid careless, thoughtless twit!
Let me tell you, about the babysitters evil plan
Befriending you, while trying to steal your man
Tacey wouldn't be so mean, but i'll bet that you can!
You seem nuttier than a full fat pecan!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Your sphincter must not work anymore
So your poop now leaves, through your jaw
These tedious games are such a bore
Have a happy life, THERE is the door!!
Such a shame, you could have been so much more!!
As I delve into an abyss of literary words
Am I in a crazy world of confusional absurd
All I appear to do is to drift from rule to rule
Am I stubbornly blind or an idiotic fool
Whilst all around me flourishes, allegedly so
Is the holding hands of others in peripheral poetry grow
Sometimes what we cannot see, is right before our eyes
It's the faithful that carry the light, as others darken our skies
To be drawn from this darkness is a duty to serve ourselves
I'd rather be myself, than be born from a different shelf
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