I, looking in the mirror yesterday,
witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine;
and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign,
seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way.
And, as I, squinting, gazed on that display,
an unheeding hand groped at the outline
of the coldly reflective glass confine.
I watched it slowly mangle the red-clay
body which, lifeless, answered my dead stare.
Tearing tripe from stomach, and from breast
the heart, those fingers worked maliciously,
dismembering each inch of skin less fair.—
I know not who it was who flayed my chest:
I? or that demon called Society?
Nowhere is my place.
Escape evades my chase.
Shunned by lifes embrace.
Imbue with hindrance grace.
Consumed by peace I rot.
Exhume long hidden plot.
Solitude sought where it's not.
Accursed sanctum death forgot.
Self became a state of disassembling.
Formless integration of dismembering.
A gorgeous desecration of resembling.
Hopelessly fixate on not remembering.
Aimless unknown into wanderer strays.
Time lost in the wake of endless daze.
Necrosis grows so gorge on what decays.
Another phantom slipping out of phase.
Soozie was angry with her boyfriend, Bob
Tried dismembering him but botched the job
Disgruntled with all men
She vowed to try again
When she found him in bed with her friend, Rob
Soozie was livid! You should've seen her
She couldn't hide her savage demeaner
This time her plan would work
She would castrate the jerk
Missed again...charged with a misdawiener
Bob's thingy is the size of a pickle
When he goes potty, it's just a trickle
He screams her name..."SOOZIE!
You were such a floozie!
Then you became a witch, an ice cycle!"
Introversion explores an isolated ego voice
While extra-relational versions
speak a more complex eco-political choice
of historic context
embedded in sensory feelings
positively healthy memories
and those more negatively traumatic,
wealth stealing
And those stuck in in-between
and/or not negatively aptic
unresolved non-synaptic
not clearly either elastic
or emotively spastic
Win grace
or lose life's race,
true or false,
attractive
or repugnant face
Awaiting evolution's revolutionary cycle
slowly turning toward resolution
full and/or empty,
enlightening dark ego inside fears
and traumatic angers,
empowering memories of past dismembering
anticipations deeper even than anxious despair
for lack of active healthy wealth
rather than emotional constipation.
Monotheistic egos
evolving toward panentheistic
win/win living organic ecosystems
of EarthTribe immortal
inside nature as also HolySpirit out
not not polynomial
balanced wu-wei polypathic
polymathic Tao.
Drips of Tears'
There I was alone
In a dark place far from home
Crying...
Pleading...
Afraid with my heart bleeding...
Will you take my hand
Dry these tears
or leave me alone with the man in the mirror
Suddenly
I hear in the distance
Shadows lurking whispering in the night
Errupting my deepest fears
as
Timid silence lingers about
I'm
In a room of emptiness filled with doubt
Restless was a mind dreaming of sleep
laying in bed with torment
Hoping and praying these demons I will defeat
Dismembering every wicked thought
That ever came near me
Inside creeping
affecting and turning my mind almost blind
Distorted by history...
A nightmarish scar
Still
I know that I have the strength to make it back home
Without fatal injury or alarm!!!
The by-nature amiable Peter
Is now inconsolably bitter:
At a filling station, a protesting sitter
After his supplied mere one liter
For this vulgarly insulting pump attendant Rita
And threatening obscenities much fitter…
But smiling Rita didn’t away words fritter
Her sagacious silence proving the better hitter
And smoldering Peter more reasons are given to grow heady,
His long taut nerves refusing to steady:
For the ugliest fight seemingly ready,
His teeth plus his claws signaling the Deadly;
Whomever he ends up dismembering, deservedly
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmLsbatEo_w&t=27s
Quote by: Victor Buhagiar
Free your mind of old chains, fetch me all nine muses focus on fairies, elves and pixies,
find me my potions, fiction must reign here.
The leaves open their hands widely and tiny little fairies float out
full of shimmer and grace
Give them milk and honey cakes then watch them shine like a silver moon,
with a nascent happy face
Little elves no bigger then my thumb, with keen sense of smell and hearing
frolicking about
Leaping and bouncing with joy while the forest hums, impearled with magic
and clout
Pixies so small no higher then the human knee, aqua droplets
spritely dismembering aglow
like opulent diamonds in the snow, they glitter and leave happiness
wherever they go
Free your mind of old ways and join the newbies of the magical forest of old
watch the harmonica sky ripple a tune out for leaves all etched in gold
Fetch me my potions , fiction must reign here ,
in the Kingdom of Tublerose-bellaseer
July 19, 2020
Cast in bronze she sits by the seaside on a rock of dreams
Smaller than I always made her to be after all those years
Her head once again stolen as I gape into an unknown
Decapitation straight from the heart of vandalized fears
Humiliated I search for her fins and mine to propel the ocean
Of tears and forgiveness and remember how hurt I had been
When she tied a steely chord around my neck and pushed me
Into the void after she severed trust and hope from remains
I fail to comprehend why people cannot let go without hatred
And what is the purpose of dismembering memories of love
Like an octopus I sort out my tangled arms and hold myself close
Embrace what is left and attempt to grow a new body and soul
Revenge is way past me as I gather jetsam and flotsam and
Driftwood of strength covered in seashells and mother of pearl
How I wished it was you who was trapped in destruction but
Then I relish the thought that I healed for good and you never did
23rd September 2019
A relay of moods dribbles on and on
when euphoric tunes kick in:
Jazz, R& B, slow funk, wild pop
igniting primal ecstasy, in the flesh...raw!
Live music leaves me breathless
as thuds of a drum, the intricate fondling
from saxophones blast these veins...
until intoxicated head convulses,
Pulse beat raised at 110, my torso
gyring in motions unknown—
the cortisol of anticipation surging
adrenaline doses gushing...just then,
Philip Bailey whams a falsetto,
higher than high in a climatic lift;
my whole body possessed without Reasons
on Fantasy’s electric stage—
Another grasp of dismembering reality lures
where smoky thirst begs for more notes;
an elevated zing which drugs my soul …
yet, nights ask for more live concerts.
4/17/2019
For Anthony Slausin: Your Amphetamine Contest
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Earth, Wind and Fire Live Performance
Manila, 2009
Lead Singer: Philip Bailey/ Songs: Reasons, Fantasy
Sample video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1FN6X_86NY
The assembly of babies
I see in conference of life
each with a toy most loved
and cartoons of great lust
one baby leads the way
another hesitates the path
but in the end every baby comes
and the path is dusty with steps
Toys and cartoons suffer
some babies bite into pieces
baby villains cut necks and legs
and only bits pile by evening
Biting without piecing together
dismembering without building
babies with rich emotions
take no time to save and build
Morning, afternoon, evening
babies in conference of life
live only for themselves
in the hall it’s only them alive
The rain and a sigh
The silence before a daring drop
A calm utterance of hope whilst sharing a prayer
A well-timed gaze
An avid expectancy
Followed by a tickle of surprise
A thoughtful offering
No money can buy
The word “adore”
Amongst a woodland wild
A deep kiss in cold places
The heat between eager lips
Literatures of fondness
Dismembering time and space
A lingering tune
With a poignant resolve
I see her in her pure white dress
She is attractive but far from virgin allure
She’s like a paper doll delicate and quick to burn
Quick to drown under the dark cloud’s waters
A witch child among all her sins
She hexes me until I feel disturbed and dismantled
Haunting me, calling me, I don’t want to get away
Going insane let me feel the pain I will not plead
I undress her, I can feel her soul is dead
Her body is raw and numb
Her body begins to curl from cunnilingus
My blood flows down her face, she does care
My blood flows down her arms, she doesn’t care
Underneath the demonisms I think I see a slither of a soul
Not so far from all that is from unearth
She wrecks my dismembering dreams
My heart begins to bleed for her
Starting solemn times
Stain my mind, pleasing my sick thoughts in my head
Undress her sickened mind
My heart utters gently: you are seven;
I am too. Yet, the bloom of womanhood
carries us now unto fields where
spiced pleasure and abandonment mingle…
I reminisce our childhood years, when as a girl,
we would look out the bay window
till late evening, awaiting Dad’s arrival.
How cold those months while we freeze
in longing, in tireless dismembering
from an absence you , I could not bear:
oh, we escape through storybooks, art-play,
even dialogues with a guardian-moon
allowing the release of damn cries, ‘ We don’t
need a soldier, we need a father!
Although the fear of sudden loss remains,
this navel spins in unified order; knowing
he loves us despite his passion for freedom.
It is about time we embrace a wholeness
ordained by healed seasons… then to dance
around the fire, under dusk’s awakened joy;
searching for the magic of stars…and treasure
each purpose of Dad’s cherished footprints.
..................
Laura Loo Contest: Any Poem Won in November ( not from mine)
Written 10/17/2017
Resubmitted: 12/3/2017
Contest: What Child Is This
Silently,
In blackened sea.
Drifting through,
Miraculously.
Wandering,
Through open space.
Experiencing,
The endless haze.
Balancing,
Infinity.
Discovering,
Divinity.
Completely,
Surrounded.
Serenity,
I've found it.
Nostalgia,
Remembering.
Family,
Dismembering.
Memories,
Attachments.
Their faces,
Abandoned.
Identity,
Nationality.
Murdering,
Rationality.
Becoming,
Nothingness.
Remove from me,
I suffer less.
Barriers,
Obstruction.
Witnessing,
Destruction.
Vanquishing,
Factually.
Breathing in,
Apathy.
Disintegrate,
Eruption.
Integrate,
Reduction.
Understanding,
Perception.
Bathing in,
Deception.
Bondage,
Mortality.
Freedom,
Totality.
Enlightenment,
Discovery.
Acceptance,
Recovery.
Spiritually,
Flowering.
A black hole,
Devouring.
Eternity,
The open void.
Learn from thee,
Then destroy.
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It's quite dark.
This part.
At least.
I killed him.
While bringing him to his knees.
Let's start!
One by one I fill...
A bucket of dismembering.
A bucket full of blood and gory.
Some think it's quite sickening!
Just like me.
Yet I don't know why,
Why I don't stop.
His legs are off...
His body cold...
One by one, his hands are sold.
Then his toes...
Then his head...
After that I throw him...
I throw him in the bin.
-Alley
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