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Submerged in his fanciful palette of
feigned perfection his fetid smile
suffused through the cold laps of the
sun. A lantern of ruffled acquiescence,
a maquillage of stiff gaze of giggles.
The bowels of his heart soaked in
muddy threads of rejection, forever
lost in the pillows of bruised winds.
Alone in the oysters of sorrow,
blemishes orchestrate in the valley
of his fermented blood.
His scars, musty as a tainted
weaponized creamy spaghetti.
His thoughts enveloped in moulds of
decayed grapes.
Tears threw in the tunes of stale
rhythm. Where have his
flavours gone? They have
sailed in the crunchiness of a hybrid
tree. His textures crumbled in the
fangs of misery, buried in the tomb
of melancholic barks.
Oh, I watch him ride in
the incessant anguish
of his recurring sail as
it echoes through the
landscape of his drained soul.
Bereft of every genuine chuckle,
his sweats a pungent of titan arum.
Look, look and you'll see his
desperate eyes snare
beetles of discombobulation.
A delve in his skin puked rashes of
anxiety. Each mark a peddle to the
oasis of disaster.
Each pattern a kiss to depression as
mercy killing.
In a search for fingers at the expense of
his toes, he got penitence in plethora.
In scrutiny of the shallow ballet
he swirls in, you'll see a mask
too stuck to pull out.
And in that dance,
they are all masked with same
lethal mosaic.
In words, straight from this writer's heart ~
my soul, or some other sensitive anatomical part,
I consider a poem a failure, without success
when poetry readers consider it a bloody mess.
Sometimes I write in the midst of discombobulation.
It's catharsis in a bottle of ink to a confuzzled mind.
Relief to me when I'm puzzled, not when I am blind
for to see what others don't, soothes my frustration.
In my thoughts, black and white scenes are flitting.
There's an urgent need of color, but none seem fitting
that my pen and ink consider worth transcribing.
It's discombobulating for me, as if I'd been imbibing.
Trying to sound cohesive when using clever metaphor
can weigh me down until I am prone, crying on the floor.
There are themes in some contests that seem ill-defined,
when I've no clue about a subject and I feel confined.
I'm drowning in quicksand, and no one can pull me out.
It's grimly perplexing to be filled with such brooding doubt.
My words begin to ramble, and I get lost in a blunder fest.
Seriously, it's a conundrum. About this woe, I wouldn't jest.
I wind up scribbling sonnets without meter or hint of rhyme.
A saturnine absurdity and a complete waste of my time.
An infinity of feckless, ineffectual lines without vitality,
so much so that my poem winds up N/Ad. Another fatality.
I need to find a way to make other poets savor the taste
of what I breathe in and then exhale so that it's interlaced
with profound meaning that others might comprehend,
instead of mere words on a page, that no editor could mend.
I don't mind constructive criticism. I'd be a foolish ingrate
to not accept well-meaning advice. Wisely, I'd contemplate
changing the course of a poem that simply doesn't mesh.
I'm not so discombobulated to realize when I need to refresh.
Discombobulation thunderously
torments, triumphs, tumults
courtesy deafening,
earsplitting, fracturing...
(think emotional bomb cyclone),
whereby unbearable mental anguish
rents psyche asunder
into bajillion pieces
singular recourse necessitates
invoking cerebral powers
to engender feeling
comfortably numb skull,
hence tried and true value accorded
transcendental meditation practice
offering absolutely zero choice
incumbent upon yours truly
to remedy cerebral chaos,
an unpleasant quotidian experience,
whenever yours truly
exits deep sleep
more potent and holistic solution
versus following pharmacological medications:
GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2MG
CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50MG
RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG
FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG
PRAZOSIN HCL CAP1MG
BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG
PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG
CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG
AMITIZA 24 MCG
(prescription laxative as needed)
the former closed eye process
to instill peace of mind,
plus elevating cosmic consciousness
allowing, enabling and providing
pronouncedly heightened awareness
acutely poignant insight
permeating throughout this body electric
calming, fanning, jumpstarting
vitally important discipline
in order for lifetime anxiety riddled
disabling affliction upends
potential to satiate existence
(oft times state of severe panic -
triggering chronic sweaty palms
extremely bothersome
physiological manifestation
induces suicidal ideation
i.e. opened arms death welcomed),
which onset regarding
ordinary agitated state
inchoate congenital malady
probably coalesced in utero
extremely intolerable,
especially incorporating socialization,
cuz no contra dance partner
(cue Irish jig and reel
musicians playing lively tunes)
favors grasping hand
analogous to wet dishrag.
Discombobulation hammers (sic) kills, lacerates, peppers...
tuckered wayfarer
Blitzkrieg cacophony debilitates Earthling
spiritually, mentally, emotionally... castrates
analogous post traumatic stress disorder
status simulating shell shocked warrior
dizzily descending darkening dimension
aghast - weakly ejaculate wherefore art thou
Elysian Fields?
Mine skeletal atrophied, diseased, gnarled...
once muscular flesh now awful blight
trumpets, dons, bespeaks... existence
regarding barren toothless anchorite
desolate physical environment
offlimit superfund site
mirrors equivalent condemned
toxic physical body quite
piteous, hideous, atrocious...,
this human bag of lovely bones
can barely, limply, scratchily... write
forbidding natural geography might
best demarcate courtesy skull
and crossbones bleached white
optimally reflecting feasting
carrion did delight
post mortem cannibalized habeas corpus
can never know where Edenic Garden
bloomed ah... magnificent sight,
nor reckon eyes me
how poetry doth not excite
forever striking living daylight
emancipating soul joining spiritus mundi
relieving tortured corporeal skiff good night
amidst abandoned, desecrated,
gutted... wasteland rendered might
of mankind quest to tame and temper
breathless fecundity kickstarting
rejuvenation linked to potent Gaia despite
havoc wrought regenerative force
repurposes deadened muscle and cellulite
unbeknownst decomposed organisms
comprise yours truly, nor what bright
transformation new life subsequently results
will kindle, snapchat, tender... excite.
you rescued me when you did not have to
my being was evicted from my body
my body was banished from the state of my mind
the state of my mind was unexpectedly annexed
the annexation was totally dismembered by complete discombobulation
i do not even know how you could even look at the end result
i cannot even comprehend how you withstood the stench
however you saw something in me that was worth saving,
and i thank for for just taking the time....to take the time....
the rare teardrops come due to the pain that normally nauseates me
the rare teardrops come due to the honesty that i am forced to face despite my ritual of resistance
the rare teardrops come because of the fact that i have been hiding behind okay for much too long
the rare teardrops come because you inspired me to stop hiding and to stop feeling sorry for myself
as a result, i put a stake through the heart of 'excuse' and happily EXCUSE myself
it feels so good set my mind in another direction and focus on completely something else
i have been the cause of the dismal existence of me for much too long
you exposed me to the much too many errors of my ways and pushed me to renovate and reconstruct
now i am a man with plans, goals, an dreams
gone is my blueprint for neglect, isolation, and schemes
i can now proudly admit that i was so wrong that i just laugh rightfully so
this latest new journey awaits us both....the poem ends here....LET'S GO!
Discombobulation thunderously
torments, triumphs, tumults
courtesy deafening,
earsplitting, fracturing...
whereby unbearable mental anguish
rents psyche asunder
into bajillion pieces
singular recourse necessitates
invoking cerebral powers
to engender feeling
comfortably numb skull,
hence tried and true value accorded
transcendental meditation recourse
offering absolutely zero choice
incumbent upon yours truly
to remedy cerebral chaos,
an unpleasant quotidian experience,
whenever yours truly
exits deep sleep
more potent solution
versus pharmacological medication
to instill peace of mind,
plus elevating cosmic consciousness
allowing, enabling and providing
pronouncedly heightened awareness
acutely poignant insight
permeating throughout this body electric
calming, fanning, jumpstarting
vitally important discipline
in order for lifetime anxiety riddled
disabling affliction upends
potential to satiate existence
(oft times state of severe panic -
triggering chronic sweaty palms
extremely bothersome
physiological manifestation
induces suicidal ideation
i.e. death welcomed),
which onset regarding
ordinary agitated state
inchoate congenital malady
probably coalesced in utero
extremely intolerable,
especially incorporating socialization,
cuz no contra dance partner
(cue Irish jig and reel
musicians playing lively tunes)
favors grasping hand
analogous to wet dishrag.
my life is a discombobulation of endless thoughts
like food is NOT my friend exercise is my friend
fasting MAY be a good idea
eating takes up way too much time
death is hanging over me like a dark cloud
I watch too much TV it is my enemy
money is not my friend
my life clock is ticking fast
no time to do everything I want
procrastination is something I do
housework needs to be done (!)
I need to focus because I am befuddled
must write stories and poems each day
cannot suppress the storyteller in me
friends often cannot be trusted
family live far away
I like to draw but there is no time
wish to read the books are getting dusty
want to wander the library for hours
meander the art gallery alone
go on nature hikes with my camera
work on my photography editing skills
have coffee in a really nice cafe
to contemplate the puzzle of my life
dance class is my friend but it takes time
meditation and praying is something to do
taking my pills, blood pressure, blood sugar
tick, tock, tick how much longer God (?)
I can honestly say I have never, ever been bored
but I have been confounded
what should I be doing today what (?)
I need a plan tick, tock, tick, tock
Listen, shhh!! Quiet, there it is
A songbird of spring, here in January
I am not experiencing discombobulation
Or am I
How awesome to hear that sound
No, the phoebe isn't there
Checking out last year's nest
He is experiencing live moments
Somewhere living life
Until he will live here again
Am I discombobulated yet__or are you
Maybe I could come up with
An alternate plan
Or maybe alternate between two perplexing
Alternatives
Outside in the sunshine
Such a great attribute
For the middle of winter
There was a call
And to a dove I did attribute the sound
Yes!! Yes!! A definite coo__
Done deliberately by him
There's no need to deliberate
A dove calling for a mate
In January
We are not in a desert here
It is wet and cold
Nor are we deserted by birds
Their songs are gold
In the spring
So I am not discombobulated
Just old
Hallelujah, born again
chapels scheming, mankind reeling
in holy water's baptism of wizardly elixir
postulating an all consuming reverence,
rejuvenated myths of deiform fears
as reinvented nature flows in
lickety split's Latin discombobulation
Aggrandizement randomly written
in santuary's intensly scripted blather
increasing histrionics' translations,
'pon bled origins' of original sin
Amen's passed the poison apple mid shrines'
overflowing baskets of coined redemption
Tilt, you go to that fantasy in the sky
Hallelujah, born again
wherefrom archangels' herald lightworks,
otherwise Beelzebub will gladly impose
his heated grasp in welcoming you warmly
to a dark side of the fried fray,
difference in ashes' revival supposedly
are prayer & the almighty dollar,
naught to do with compassion & good will towards men,
ailing old frail women nor starving children,
falling prey to greener hard currency's salivating salvation
priestly entitled behaviors' disconcertingly repugnance,
who knew...gospel's chapter & functional verse
could be so dastardly rendered in man's
higher power of accommodated perversions
Written: January 25, 2024
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Time eludes us as a cryptic puzzle.
This is our opportunity to seize it.
Spaces have a distinct sequence.
We must sustain our life pattern.
Shaken extremities.
It is scarce to start a fire with obsidian.
Still, it's worth lingering in the night.
Murmuring shards from an aloof past.
highlighted the impact
of our says a few weeks ago.
and the deep impact it can wield.
Yet, we must aim to define our souls
Let your voice billow amid a pool of views.
thence, it's crucial to stay vigilant.
even when progress is slow.
Life seems a scary puzzle conundrum.
But we must never lose our goals.
It may appear such a mundane day.
yet one day might alter everything.
Several ideas may whirl in the mind.
We are obliged to strive forward.
spreading our thoughts globally.
even amidst the perplexity.
or if our ideas are running dry.
It is crucial to bear in mind.
All us are crucial to a larger target.
Let us manage our time well.
Embrace each fleeting moment
in this state of discombobulation.