Sea, swallow me
Crash upon my wading head
Rapture me in heavy tide
Let your water fill my gaping mouth
and the salt eat away my lungs
I lay feeble in your unforgiving waters
Friable as the stone in which you
thrash my eager bones upon
Make your bed and tuck me in
under the abode of blue lit stars
Lull me to sleep
as you cover me,
and drag me out to vast abyss
I
The forest of generations
Each tree with a tale to tell
Upon the rings of their foundations
Where each history dwells
Tress of new and trees of old
Wear leaves like feathers
To display their colors in bold
A culture’s greatest treasures
Peaceful lives preserved
Fallen seeds writing new histories
Until the process was disturbed
By unexpected naval deliveries
A new species brought aboard
And spread among the trees
Where years’ traditions are stored
We’ll replace them with these:
That eat away at the leaves
Like a caterpillar without a cycle
These cultural thieves
Stole with greed on their arrival
Although some free of evil
Just a species displaced
A threat to the people
When their local culture’s defaced
As they die away
Their colors become one
A global shift underway
Their histories undone
For every leaf that falls
A culture’s dead and gone
Hearing the distant calls
As we approach the dawn…
What was that one line story?
That my parents told me,
What was that one line story?
I believe it said, “it’s important to be clean”
Stir away your soul,
Make your world all your own
Serve yourself away,
Wipe away the stains from the corner
Keep your soul strong
And get your in order!
Then you are,
All baked, All better
Then you are,
All baked, All better
Take out the sugar from the cupboard,
Hold the spoon still in your hand
Don’t stir yourself silly,
Happy Hurt Day to your Gran
And don’t stand still for a moment,
Look, I baked you a cake
Eat away your heartache,
And we’ll bake ‘till our feelings, we can’t fake
Serve yourself away,
Wipe away the stains from the corner
Maintain a strong soul
Get your in order!
Then you are,
All baked, All better
Then you are,
All baked, All better
Get your in order!
So you are,
All baked, All better
This day by day by day!
This simplistic work, rest and play!
This house, this car, this work!
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock before you realise who’s the jerk!
These lines get deeper set.
These eyes get less upset.
These lies and lies and lies!
These persons loved now just despised.
The dreams that blew away.
The promises broken eat away.
The realisation of ‘this is it’
The shorter path now always is.
A life before when youth was free.
A new horizon could always be.
A circle of growth forced through programmed need.
A waste of time always to feed.
Cold breeze on a face.
Mirror of stars sparkling in cold black space.
Loss of appetite for knowing more.
Never get back what’s gone before.
Getting closer to the door.
I wish for my daughter to become a savage.
A perfectly wild and untamed creature
who spits fire from
the deepest pit of her being.
Who isn’t afraid to bare her teeth
and eat away at
men with tranquilizers
and diagnoses of “hysteria.”
Who breaks the silence
of her quiet eyes
and tells the whole world what she sees.
because she is the one that terrifies them.
Whose claws are painted with
the dirt and mud of revolution
instead of sexy red.
Who remembers that
fighting a war
for the entirety of life
is tiresome.
Who comes home to mom
every once in a while
for healing kisses
and snuggles in bed (if she still fits).
Who lets the love
mama pours
into her savage heart
carry her
farther than the reaches
of the horizon
she is bound to greet.
Remember sometimes in life,
There will be things we can't control,
Try to not let that consume you,
Or eat away at your soul.
Self torturing our confidence and mind,
Should really be some kind of crime,
As worrying weakens our ambitions,
While over-thinking steals our time.
Yet trying not to fret or fear,
About what's ahead of you,
Can be so easy for anyone to say,
But sometimes a battle to actually do.
Don't let them anxious thoughts,
Stress and keep you up at night,
As what will be, will be,
It will all turn out, just right.
I was one of the cool set,
navy blue duffle coat, scarf around
my neck, seated at a table
in Pepe's Coffee Lounge
discussing Baudelaire
and T.S. Eliot and the demise
of the political elites.
The conscription ballot hung
over our heads helmeted
in a flowering of uncombed hair
in the winter of 1966.
We thought the world was about
to tip, that the old regime
was coughing its last
on Craven A and Camel cigarettes.
Booze was cheap and jobs
chased us down the street.
In a hundred buried silos,
annihilation was just a push
of a button away.
We partied hard beneath
the threat of that mushroom cloud.
We're old now, sit under the cloud
of our own thoughts, replaying
scratchy, worn out tracks
retrieved from the sleeves
of our neural LP's.
What we tore down back then
has been replaced with more
sinister demons that eat away
at the collective soul.
In the end, everything
is just reabsorbed.
Some of us still frequent
coffee shops and discuss
Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot,
still write poetry,
shed a tear
at the melancholic beauty
of a setting sun.
My life, empty
My heart, pained
Popping pills down my throat
heart racing, blood boiling
as I indulge myself in carnal desires
Drown another glass
seeking thrills on the
fine line that separates life and death,
hoping to forget u
Another whiff(overdose)
only to stay high
high enough to not see u
As ur memory eat away my days
it's just another sign of my failure,
my failure to keep u,
my failure to have u,
my failure to desire to live,
maybe only then, in death
will I forget u
The holoscopic image constructed
appeared enormous and interrupted me;
Constantly;
Traveling through the bloodstream
it simply wanted to nourish
yet nothing positive could flourish
save my terrified scream;
Anxious agenda always bustling,
I’m left begging for the solace of silence;
Constantly my thoughts are ransacked,
and slowly they eat away at me;
Burdened by the illusion of weight,
shoulders weary with the imaginary
collapse; The ironic contradiction?
I know the power is in my hands;
Constantly;
It’s up to me, it’s always been up to me;
Hesitating and second guessing
my own power and all .. that ..discipline;
But why? I know that it WILL work.
Stopping.. Constantly;
Aspects of indecision
flaunt a twice fractionated oblivion.
Winter has cast its strangling hold inside and outside.
The joys I have known are gone.
Cold winds blow bleak and harsh.
The flowers in my garden have wilted and withered.
All things sweet have passed and flown away.
Flakes of snow, layer on layer, lie piled within,
And harden as rocks with worms of fear inching their way,
To eat away all the delicate buds of hope.
Spring, Oh! Spring grace me with your regal smile,
Brightening my sky with constellations of stars.
Crash down the walls that segregate, leaving me a fugitive,
And pour love's balm into my bruised soul.
Possess me as an unseen benevolent spirit,
Thawing the frozen interiors with your warm sunshine!
I binged…bewildered…
I eat away my sorrow
I binged…a caged bird
I binged...I’m so uncured
I eat away tomorrow
I’m winged – set-free bird
I am delighted
I binged...I’m so immature
Gleefully hazy
Oh come tide wash over me, this agnostic has no role
Take me under ice cold brine, feed electric eels my soul
Eat away, charge these eyes, i’ll light up unknown shoals
Shock me back upon life again, euthanised within charcoal
In time a diamond will form, when compression takes its toll
Precious I wait until I’m found, come creation make me whole
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Cast your cares on Him
By Michelle Morris
10/11/2022
When you've been hurt by someone
And you're feeling rage and sadness
Imagine a fire inside you
That can burn away the madness
For keeping all that darkness inside
Will eat away at so much light
Don't let it cloud your mind
Don't let it take space in your life
Try to let go and let God
Free yourself and feel His protection
His guidance and His mercy
Will help your soul find its perfection
And although perfection isn't expected
With God and His Angels it is possible
For we are made from His purest image
And we are a blessing to the Universe
So cast your cares on Him
Let your hurt and rage be cleansed
Let love and light help your grief
Let your heart and soul feel magnificent
And you will find in time
That you are enlightened beyond this world
God and His Angels guide and bless us
Helping us find our way back home
© Michelle Morris, 2022
I dissipate boundaries, eat away the hills
Wipe out your youth, break it down at will
A master of erosion, permanence I do hate
My name is entropy, dictator of all fate
Whatever you build, or creation has made
I’m already within, to make sure order fades
A force of nature, an inescapable truth
Go do the math, I’m in every square root
Encoded into reality, to eradicate design
I’ll randomise the cosmos, given enough time
Before you condemn, I’m life’s antihero
Without my chaos, all sums would total zero
By
David Kavanagh
Don’t fall in love with me.
I will eat away at you until you are a skeleton of who you used to be,
Down to the marrow of your spirit I’ll infect, but you’ll disagree,
Don’t fall in love with me.
My problems are yours now but too heavy to lift, so put me me down,
I’ll cry till my chest splinters and cracks, you’ll hold me together, try not to frown,
Don’t fall in love with me.
The lies spread upon my lips may taste like candy to you,
So you’ll kiss me until the words come true, confessions come out of the blue,
Don’t fall in love with me.
Because I’ll fall right back, harder and faster than you’ve ever seen,
Emotions run wild within me, hidden away, I'm a manic machine.
Don’t fall in love with me.
You’ll love every minute of it, until it comes crashing, tumbling to the ground.
Pain may suck at the center of my soul, you may never know, I cannot make a sound.
Don’t fall in love with me.
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