Anointed in Kerosene to confer in agony with ignited desecration of mortal flesh to bone, seared by melting anguish writhe blistering contortions through a suppressed discomfort in furious continual thresh heshers pernicious by physical immolation.
Written on Apr/27/2024
to free this specter from its host
caught in a body like bear trap
a house made of arms that can't let go
my hearth’s flame is selfish,
unwilling to part with smoke
without separation i will choke
at the memory of a pleasant smog
sewn into the wrists of silver tinged fingers
there is rust in my bloodstream
the wear and tear of my engine
corrodes away a heart that
deserves to be at peace
so please exorcise me with shock
i felt you’d never want to leave
The pale faced young damsel
By evening turned into a blushing bride
Her cheeks made red with rouge
And her lips glossed in cherry red
But the makeup artist, before
Seeing the magic of his deft touch
By some sudden mental derailment
In a bid at self immolation,
Set fire to himself
Badly burned by the inferno
He plunged into the waters below
One more attempt at suicide?
Or a frantic attempt to save himself,
From an act, he impulsively rushed into?
Yet another question remains
‘Can flames turn him to ashes?’
Or water, drown his resilience?
July. 15.2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Poetry Contest
You can destroy yourself
When you allow emotions rule you
Especially when you are being manipulated
"Immolation"
I move into you
like a roaring Queensland Summer
You’re overtaken by heat, yet think I’m unobtainable
I’m too far away
A grown-arsed man
owns the footsteps he walks in
travels his world
scared of a woman
gone
grown-arsed girl
“Man Oh Man
she’s so not safe,
she’s so non-linear”
I move into you
like a roaring Queensland Summer
You think I’m unobtainable
I’m too far away
The fuel is laid
Sparks lit
communication is at least laid
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Three simple rules in life: If you do not go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you do not ask, the answer will always be no. If you do not step forward, you will always be in the same place.”
"I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth - and truth rewarded me."Simone de Beauvoir
Born as a liberal Jew in Germany, An young Diarist famed posthumously.
She is none other than Anne Frank,
Whose mettlesome life prematurely sank.
With Hitler and Nazis came to power,
Persecuting Jewish people out of rancour.
Anne's family moved from Germany to Netherland,
But unfortunately became the subject of persecution.
Soon they moved to a secret hideout,
Finding no other alternative wayout.
However one day came the bolt from the blue,
Her family became the captive of World War ll.
The Germans took them to the concentration camps,
Father got separated, mother died of starvation.
Emaciated, shivering body and infected with scabies,
Anne's ebullient life began to cease.
Head shaved, strip naked and hard to recognize,
Anne ultimately embraced death with dreamy eyes.
Black wings are beating a sharp tattoo,
A-tattering on your skull.
A raven is perched on all of you
There is: a bone-white hull.
The love of your youth, she floats in mist.
Your triumphs and brave defeats
And manhood expire. No dreams exist.
Just bones, where the black wing beats
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