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Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.
Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs.
Freshly budding peonies liquefy;
Veils thin, evaporating the delusion of reality.
Why must I mould to the edges at your bidding,
Contort to the point of my own dysfunction?
For such fleeting worship, this devastation lingers -
Devours and disconnects my inner workings.
I lie highlighted in shadow, a beacon of quiet distress;
A dislodged scapula desperate to be labelled angelic.
Grounded, wingless, and forever out of time -
Wearing the last face you cared for as a comforter.
Neon venom warming twisted arteries,
Sinister patches stitched upon a breaking back.
A narcissist's crown digging into my head
Like rusted nails plunged into worm-infested wood—
Permanent disconnection, frayed cerebral cortex.
Blurred vision obscures insidious figures hiding in hushed corners,
Whispering in Babylonian tongue. Hallucinatory illusions haunt
What was a once-pristine sanctuary,
Now morphing into a surrealistic asylum.
Revelation exists above shadow in temporal machination,
I'm consciousness not yet swept up with sand;
Closed eyes cleanse my corneas - I rest in a balm of clarity.
Your power superficial, a cankerous cataract peeled clean off.
It is you who is bereft, washed up with the shell you created.
All the walls of your empty room fallen flat,
As I unfurl in the mirror beyond the shoreline,
I realise - it was never me you couldn't stomach.
Victory !!! – Bitter Sweet
A David and Goliath day !
I got to see and feel a just way
handed down by a court of this land
as questioning – evidence presented by this hand
lead the judge to find in my favour,
against I.C.B.C. - lawyer Karen Curtis – to savour
the taste of this win left very little flavour,
for I felt that it was a hollow victory
as I walked home feeling no glory.
My Past hangs .
In eight by tens, upon the four walls of my room.
In three and a half by fives, on pages of my books of history,
accompanied by notes, letters, cards that soon
will reach seventy three volumes, telling the story
of experiences, of memories, of life one once did live
in the dreams of light and the nightmares of dark.
A life, in which, little did I have to give.
The desire of the dream and reality, in comparison, very stark
The Future ???
Images rippling across the distorted surfaces of mirrors
that are hidden behind so many closed doors,
that lie buried before the eyes of one’s life,
as time slices into tiny pieces, with its keen knife,
the rainbow colours that hang in the sun, like spider webs
as the shadows, the light, drift in and out, ebbs
and flows towards places no one knows
and on and on… and on it goes.
These veiled dreams of ones days, hope for gayety of ones heart,
a desire for change, for gain, to find a brand new start.
The Present .
Silent, empty moments, flashes of brilliant light reflected
upon the corneas of the mind’s eye, seldom, if ever, detected,
a brief glimpse of, – then quickly vaporized – that is infected
with viruses from the past, the future, the present passing by.
Which is it that finds me ?, and just where ?, stands I ?,
as thoughts about take wing and sour on high.
B. J. “A ” 2
April 2nd 2003
Sealed within an hourglass
a shower of sand descending
scraping away my supple skin
as when one refinishes a hardwood floor
scouring off the old varnish and stain
Its grit scratching
like the claws of a cat at my corneas
already malformed before my birth
so that I was never able even as a child
to perceive the world completely clearly
everything fuzzy like a fogged mirror
and blurry about the edges
causing me difficulty differentiating
between 0, 6 and 8
a’s and e’s and o’s
I choke as it rises over my mouth and nose
Those observing my struggle to survive
from the other side of the glass smile wide
as they speak in pointless platitudes
preaching worthless, irrelevant notions
such as I should look upon each grain of sand
as a potential pearl
but I am not an oyster in the ocean
How many lumens would it take to burn you
Sky-clad and free under the pale moonlight
Would your aching bleached skin cry in relief
Feeling anything in the dark of night again?
How long has it been since the full moon shone?
Have ten years slipped away so easily?
It's been longer than it hasn't by now
And has been for quite some time
Reaching for where it once shone bright
I took a piece of that stone within me
It's been so long since I've needed it
Yet I took its name as my very own
Shimmering crimson in gray half-light
Artifice that stopped being relevant even in its heyday
Yet tints my vision to this very day
Did I want you or want to be you?
There's a different stench in the air now
So high above the same town you shone over
It's bitter cold and smells of the sea
And myriad streetlights look like distant stars
My liver's stronger than I gave it credit for
But I certainly never tested it like you
It all felt like ancient history that night
And that night is even older now
What a brilliant scar upon my corneas
To stare at a moon as bright as the sun
Unflinching, unyielding
Just eager for the bowl of soup we shared
I've made my own light since then
Followed it to the darkest corners of home and Hell
Yet for a moment, I could smell your shine again
And it made me set up camp for the night
Where does the moon wander on nights like this?
So high above home, I still can't fathom your view
What must it be like to see continents like this?
And grant the slightest burn to my night-pale skin?
War drones streak colour across the sky,
in the enchanted lake of the full moon
on the sleepless moon’s navel
as though rose petals bloom.
From the night’s torn belly
crimson feathers fall.
Instantly slipped out of my mouth:
Ah, how beautiful!
I didn’t realise what an inhuman sin
I had committed.
My eyes begin to close;
corneas burn in toxic carbon smoke,
blood bursts beyond its vessels in revolt.
A volcano roars in my lungs,
My heart bleeds out;
houses blaze around me,
and burning too…
the beloved’s lips caught in a midnight kiss,
and the child who suckles his mother’s
charred breast.
A flock of birds screams and flees
over the Gaza Strip crossing
the Mediterranean…
They are free, they wander where they will,
seeking an unwritten inheritance.
Humans draw borders
even between the souls,
they find no place to live.
They should not ask for bread,
Yet capitalism feeds on their blood.
Along the shattered Via Maris
lie rows of blood-soaked bodies;
The world consumed
by the commerce of the dead.
A dying mother’s Jabelia olive eyes
stare into mine,
terrifying and beautiful!
I can do nothing.
My limbs begin to stiffen;
A bullet cuts through my heart.
The blood-red pages of history in my hands
turn to ash on the wind.
Today, humanity auctioned in the market of arms
And I am helpless.
Today, human faith dies before the dominance.
It was a movement 70 million strong
So the CCP decided to annihilate Falun Gong
You wouldn’t think the movement was much of a threat
It was non-political, but its doom was set.
Normally a good thing – new organs extend life
But China put Falun folks under the knife
Organ transplants became a revenue source
That evil still has not run its course.
The details make your heart freeze
The best organs come from donors without disease
Donors shouldn’t be old, and not dead for long
What better source than the Falun Gong?
Dr. Zheng Zhi witnessed a tied down young man
Still alive, doctors and staff carried out the plan
Cut out his kidneys, corneas, death by operation
The man's eyes still haunt Zheng, shame of a nation.
Eyes desperate and fearful and in pain
An enemy of the people, annihilated for gain
Still alive, inside him a silent scream
Macabre, hard to believe, must be a bad dream.
Its valid to be cautious when extreme evil is assigned
In a word full of paranoia, we must keep a skeptical mind
But it's also true when brakes are off, and ethics go down hill
You end up in a place where medical staff torture and kill.
Many of us use Chinese media like TikTok every day
We buy Chinese products, our colleges take their pay
Under Mao, millions died, but that was then, now to get facts
we rely on testimony, and indirect stats.
But skeptics must realize beneath normality’s veneer,
Evil may flourish, and innocents disappear.
Let's hope this doesn't show what they'd do to you, if they could
Goodness without strength, always loses to strength without good.
The movement preached compassion, seventy million strong,
But the hard men with the power annihilated Falun Gong.
Through the corner of my eye I see the bride and the groom,
Slowly our corneas make contact I'm the elephant in the room.
A drunken night.
Sex combined with spite.
Makes a tainted marriage,
a fractured life.
"Speak now" said the priest, "or forever hold your peace."
The best man raised his hand and dropped to one knee.
"I can't let you take what is mine, I fell in love with her first
to me she's more than a bride. She's what keeps my hearts beating, she's whats make the sunshine, the air keeping me breathing"
The woman dressed in white looked down than looked right,
at the man dressed in regret, the man with green eyes.
Hope goes off,
Grace sets in.
Time says bye,
Heaven comes near.
Flood parades trough;
Looming mistakes chagrin...
Courage don't cry,
Hasten hearts cheer.
Mind heave sigh,
Late warning waves.
Goodbye draw closer,
Fearful lost night.
Complain moves nigh,
Fans digging graves.
Even the grocer-
"Formation isn't right."
Everyone with ideas,
Of his own.
The coach's wrong
Formation hits back.
Fans better corneas,
Are off cornerstone.
True ones belong,
To hopeless comeback.
Up Man United!
I enjoyed it;
End so excited,
Arguably opponent admit.
Simple Pretense
Shut up!
My God. Can’t you say anything positive?
Can’t you say anything that will sweep this darkness away.
Away from the corneas of my soul?
I know where the light switch is. Do you?
I know where the dog has buried its bone. Do you?
I know what lurks past your knees.
Crazy gravitational forces will have the final word.
Burning breathless whispers at midnight
Will tell of the final spasm.
Of the final heartbreak,
Of the final flat tire,
And of the final kiss.
Here, take this smooth stone.
I found it in the turtle garden with the cacti.
And with the black droppings of reptilian pretense.
Go ahead.
Say something now.
Cat got your tongue?
Never mind.
It’s all been said before.
The mad earth continues to turn like a dumb dog
Chasing its tail before the melting mush is served.
tell me your name
let run my fingers
across the contours
of your mouth,
describe the sunset
so that my mind
can envision,
what corneas
cannot
remember for me
as you speak of the now,
what is consumed
by the cacophony of sound,
my only affirmation
within whispers of meaning
this fool travels
shuffling to melodies
in the tap…tap…tap
ever haunted by memories,
having seen a glimpse
of corridors in radiance
between worlds
heat,emotion,touch,sound
all lost in the longing
to walk soundless
nudging past your temples
with my hands
the pool of logic
… purls,
and I see all
with the reach
of a great horned owl