Long Electric light Poems
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An onslaught of thought,
Has me distraught,
I fought so hard for me,
Only to find,
I don't like what I see,
It's not what I wanted to be,
Now tethered to a reality,
I created unconsciously,
Consciously making the decisions,
Patterns creatin from repetition,
Conditioning the way I think,
Sinking down to fit in,
Shrinking,
Giving permission,
A life in remission,
Venturing into another's vision,
Division was all I saw,
I could point out flaw after flaw,
A corrupt system of law,
Keeps us under a claw,
Crawling through a TV screen,
The electric light machine,
Uses programming to intervene,
So they remain unseen,
While you get lost in the scene,
In between all your thoughts,
An onslaught of taught behavior,
Keeps you just as a player,
Instead of being the creator,
Here for greater things,
Then any money could bring.
Pushing the liquid, pleasure deep
into electric veins n wires
feeling the rush of white light
burning out
all fading imagery
searing memories
all neurons fire
transcending transforming
pushing beyond the cold n dark
feeling the supernova
blossom of fire in brilliant liquid divinity
deep within electric circuitry
& silicon desire
rush of fire
pushing the liquid
the liquid pleasure
deep into my spires
feeling it crawl up my spine
the becoming of white
understanding undefine
what never was
never seen, serene
all a wash in electric light
a hum of quiet, a machine
Pushing, pulling,
transcending, transforming
All are suspended
into the cold, bright infinite supernova
reflecting in the eye of the beholder
In light of locution
whispers
dance delicately off her lips
"Lux Vitae"
Tree of Life,
Trinity,
tribal councils conferred
the coffers, re-offers
enriched and enhanced
erectus
three times three
smoke rises from the ash
and anew you glow
a river of gold
connecting
the body to the soul
blue of sky
the sun of spirit's eye
beheld
in fate of copious moon
intrinsic
the sum
not one, but all
in feel
layers peeled slowly back
from black to light
from day to the night
perspicacity, acuity
filters undone
your wit teases
the brain's
restless receptors
insane we see
weightlessness of the breeze
carrying of scent
her fragrant scent
where angels once undressed the devils
and the lion frantically chased
the dainty dragonfly's peace
breathless
she enters
his anchored mind
libertas quae sera tamen
and free you shall be
enplaned upon the shores of love
where blues breathe in smoke filled rooms
and stars do a tango
overlooking
the electric light
exploding
in the reflection of river's bend
your bow, not too tight
wrapping around
the fringes of my tattered soul
kisses
the parched lips of a wanted life
"Vitae Lux"
Don't trust much on your skill
It may breath dreadful chill
Take care of your grace
To avoid been efface
Keep your balance to the drill
Electric is my friend
To you let me pretend
It has never shocked me
Cos I do get my breathes flee
Still I do contend
A mistake so dangerous to life
Is peeling live wire with knife
That could be for bet
What profit is it to get?
If hell becomes the afterlife.
Once on an electric pole
Seeing myself in control
Our community's electric light comes at a turn
And that's never a concern
This gives more courage to my soul
I climbed the ladder confidently
My decent hands' grabs move evidently
As I connect the neutral well tighten
UP NEPA got my mind frighten
And my soul's confidence looses accidently
If it were to be the first time
Lack of experience would have been a crime
But such have learnt from in the past
And by grace gain a vast
To learn to mime
The first one resulted to a fall
From a ladder so tall
Thankful to my boss
His laughs sensitize the chaos
And his guise pathos awaken my call
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[Verse 1]
Girl, I’m caught between the thrill and the fall,
Your shadow’s tracing cracks across my wall.
Electric hum beneath my skin,
Addicted to the mess I’m in.
[Pre-Chorus]
Whispers call me higher, but I grip the rail,
Chasing sparks that flicker — I can’t bail.
Every heartbeat’s a quiet fight,
Lost inside your soft, electric light.
[Chorus]
Acrophobia, yet I’m chasing the highs,
Hands shake — I cross your flashing warning signs.
You lift me like a fading light,
One more sip, but you’re still not mine.
No parachute, no soft landing hand,
Your love’s a wave I don’t understand.
Floating fast, breath held, knuckles white,
Acrophobia — still climbing tonight.
[Verse 2]
Late nights fade into the blue,
Scrolling through the silence, thinking of you.
Caught your new song on some late-night stream,
Is that me in the video, or just a dream.
[Pre-Chorus]
Whispers call me higher, but I grip the rail,
Chasing sparks that flicker — I can’t bail.
Every heartbeat’s a quiet fight,
Lost inside your soft, electric light.
[Chorus]
Acrophobia, yet I’m chasing the highs,
Hands shake — I cross your flashing warning signs.
You lift me like a fading light,
One more sip, but you’re still not mine.
No parachute, no soft landing hand,
Your love’s a wave I don’t understand.
Floating fast, breath held, knuckles white,
Acrophobia — still climbing tonight.
[Bridge]
No twelve-step for this kind of sky,
Cold sweats can’t make me say goodbye.
You’re the rush I fear, the fall I crave,
The steepest climb — still I misbehave.
[Chorus]
Acrophobia, yet I’m chasing the highs,
Hands shake — I cross your flashing warning signs.
You lift me like a fading light,
One more sip, but you’re still not mine.
No parachute, no soft landing hand,
Your love’s a wave I don’t understand.
Floating fast, breath held, knuckles white,
Acrophobia — still climbing tonight.
[Outro]
The higher I go, the harder I fall,
Your electric touch is my favorite thrall.
Caught in this loop, I won’t say no,
I’m high on the fear, so let’s go.
Note: This song is an echo to the ultra popular “Expresso” hit, from the guy’s point of view.
Your perfect addiction
a drug perfected
you are a perfect god
a perfect addition!
You are the perfect one
The only one
The one made in the god's image
Imagery of desolation
From a perfect god
an addiction to a perfect drug!
Strike the match burn the thing
Boil the medicine
Draw the needle
Let it steam
Electric light fills the syringe
Because you're the perfect god
The addiction is keen
The liquid divinity!
Burn the veins slowly
Your perfect addiction
is in a drug perfected
you are a perfect god
a perfect addiction!
A nail nine inches long
Deep in the hearts of heaven…
OBE
I never really believed in the white light
At the end of a tunnel-try as I might
I was having a laugh with the anaesthetist
When the surgeon did ask him for a quick assist
“Why is she not asleep yet? I heard him ask
She is used to the pre-meds, don’t worry this is my task.
After many bouts of surgery over the years
I was hard to knock out but I still had my fears.
I loved the sleep anaesthetic does give
The dreams are so wonderful and so real and vivid.
This one was different I remember it well
I was sat very high up looking down I could tell
There was a lot of commotion below me that I could see
There were bells ringing and flashing lights and then I saw me
Wow this is weird how am I lying there but here I was looking around
I could not believe it a white light did surround
I was laughing and thinking this can’t be real
Nobody sees a white light never mind tries to feel
It surrounded me and I felt it, I now wasn’t to sure
I had never seen anything like it before
On top of the electric light that was below
I saw the dust sitting on it even with the bright glow
Then there was calm and things did quite down
There was a rushing in my ears but no other sound.
A voice came to me and said “Come on now wake up”
A tap on my cheek and I felt them pull the pipe up
I coughed and she smiled,” it’s all over now
We are glad to see you, you don’t know how.”
When I awoke they were standing round my bed
One nurse I knew said “We thought you were dead”
Charming said I, why what went wrong?
“Your heart did stop beating, but now it is strong.”
I wondered what had happened I was watching you all
No you cannot have been, don’t say that, that tale is to tall
I told them of the alarms the beeping and coloured lights
I was watching from above, seeing what I might
They smiled at me with an indulgent look
But I know what I saw so they can put that in their book.
OF THE NEW FLESH
A returned to open channels
Open to the unknown the beyond
Burning humming like angry hornets
Bottled in electric light and shadows
The whispers come through the void
Humming in the open channel
Of an ancient television set
Like a cryptic monolith, alive
The noise to signals, burning voices
Scream and chant arcane rights
That pushes n pulls the soul of things
Never dreamt of before, unseen
There in the dark the halogen arc light, bright
Blares its pure hot hollow holy light
Laying before me was a stark image of chrome
Of gears springs and electric circuitry.
Gracing suicidal insight
wickedly sharp blade
Mad for flesh and bone,
blood baptize in its righteous
fury for the masses to cut the cancer, away
Of the new flesh
this covenant of mechanical arts
And malice
A calculus of angels and insane
The insane idle smiles hide the dark shame
covered in a thin facade of normalcy
They hide lies that drip from those smiles
The hate so deep it blinds the eyes of tranquility
The secret lives of the damned
Burn, blares the new blade of silver
Bone n gears; the product of death
As the mechanical heart reimagined
ruminates and redefines
In heaven hollow facade
Silence of the holy realm
The static of Valhallas Halls
Sits a cathode ray tube
Full of angry hornets, fiery angels…
Humming into the sacred night
a blade flickers in delicate light
Dancing into shadows
from burning sacraments
A holocaustic humanity
Mad for flesh and bone
Baptize in blood
Born of righteous fury for the masses
To cut away the cancer
voices whisper
scream
call and demand:
“Long live the new flesh!”
I knew a girl
once who had
a clothesline that ran
across her kitchen.
When she would water
her houseplants,
she could never remember
how much
water each one needed
to maintain a healthy
green glow.
She said, “I’d rather them
leak than go
thirsty.”
She placed neatly folded paper
towels beneath
each young plant.
An hour after
each over-watering
she would
pick up the paper
towels, whispering
sweet words of encouragement
to each plant.
She would then stand
on a box of cat litter,
hanging each paper towel
up to dry
in the yellow, electric light
I loved her once.
The way those towels
hung, limp, shifting
in the breeze
of drafty doors
reminded me
of butterflies.
flames into flames
flesh sizzling flesh
cores consuming cores
pips crinkling into load-shedding
emotions into grains of salt
light across spacetime
heat melting
h e a t
street strength simmering
sweating scalding
sensation has no
crystal drops
rooibos tea faraway
nothing to drink except
our own fluid feuding
hot waves raging roaring
consummating
burning consumables
dissipating veins with
our own veins
burnishing flesh...black dust
past
present
f u t u r e
waves upon waves of
electric light electronic wires
our Light liquidates
iron steel
from infinity
rumbling inferno
black charcoal transmutes
into blackberries
to suck
like nipples nurturing
eradicating fleeing
fumbles
fleecing fear fast
red organs rise
in spirals of voiceless
words fathoming
wrath is
over
or perhaps to come
last few steps of
licking flames orange purple
all is feedback
flammable
surrounded by raven rain
red reducing
red oil
blood blessing blood
in a BloodMoon of vanities
smelling of
vanilla and poppies
waving in war winds
containing OverSouls
overall is overall
forms
fathering
dripping salt
in an unsung faith
unknown spaces seen as Beloved