Long Flays Poems
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Dawns light slithers in, and it scratches your soul
The days eviceration about to unfold
Your mind all a jumble, your flesh all a quake
And you wonder inside " How much more can I take"
Will you hide behind fortress of opiate walls
Do you muster your strength, do you answer the call
The Beast sallies forth, to gnaw on your bones
And you feel your heart flutter, arythmical tones
The Dragon comes hard plunging straight to the quick
You lie there a quivver, your vessel so sick
Your hands fumble blindly for vitreous pill
Will it's weird grace you health, will it's ire turn and kill
You draw crystal daggar, plunge it deep to the hilt
Its potent elixer no drop to be spilt
The Beast flays you liver, you mouth silent sighs
And your throat, without will, cries the smallest of cries
"Oh my God share your mettle" your prayers rise above
And He comes down and kisses your wounds with his love
The Beast vents it's fury, apoplectic with rage
For you both know it's victim has just turned the page
Still the Beast is not finished, your temple to wreck
And he slides up your back and crawls onto your neck
He pummels your skull, sodomizes your brain
His claws scourge your eyes and they bleed steely pain
His feet rake your gullet, your vomitus vent
You fall to your knees, all lifes oxygen spent
But your lance has struck true, and the toxin well laid
You know that this vile demon soon will be slayed
He howls out in anguish, and hides from your light
He slinks from your presence, flees from your might
You have spit in his eye, pissed and shat in his nest
Castrated the Golgoth, shrugged off his best
So you rise to your height, wipe the bile from your chin
And your lips they invoke the subtlest grin
For the Love of your God, companions and kin
Have made legion your forces, the beast can not win.
Your mind feels the grace that your faith doth supply
And you know to your core THIS MONSTER WILL DIE.
Grace and hope to us all
Walter
Hep C 30+ yrs, 2 wks post 24 wk tx, BMS 790052 eRVR
Gazing,
Greek letters display of curious origin.
Impregnation skin softly writhing aware letters
Sea
Alpha, Omicron, Tau, Psi, Mu, Rho, pass through all the rest and each other figure 8
Jangling in strange confronting orbits
Gossamer skin flays, the letters
Pulsing, transforming, letter of many letters, blur into the naked moment
Peeling, ghostly skins of finest rice paper move in snapshots.
Antique movie projectors of the future in gleaming metal dimensions provide the beam of data.
Clear butterfly wing skins, of most delicate light composition drift away on sighing notes.
Northerly pinned eyes of cartoon snakes circle round their primitive crayon bodies, snakes scattered, handfuls of straw.
Ivy sneaks, moving snakelike, twisting embrace of delicate moving entwining, tiniest crimson leaves wave and cavort.
I brush them with my hand, a sigh, a shudder.
Rippling passes, a pleasant tremor of metaphysical nostalgia, exhaling-inhaling, large-small eyes go in tremulous quark orbits of no time.
Letters-Snakes-Ivy,
Changing, blue hues pass into yellow moons of eclipsing black-hole pupils.
It is another,another, another, another-another, other, forgetting-remembering, passing, fading, rebounding, incoming, trailing away…
Exultation of indistinct revelation.
Looking, hidden information lurks in creeping shadows that run when thought over.
Forearm falling trapeze into screaming meters, Terror/Enthronement beep rapidly, hyper strobes paralyzed awe droning to absurd levels.
Genie teleporting snapshots poof like insane santas blasting through never-ending chimney floors.
Cessation, Self, Other, Break, Form, Mystery, Spin
Only can appear if vanished first, no first can be found, cannot appear to vanish. Not vanishing, so never appearing.
I am back to myself, gazing at the arm. The arm, the letters, the snakes, the ivy do not contain the thing to know, they are.
I can only follow and behold.
while playboy hallucination at my male member does yank
key mud hood dill, where reality doth usually tank
with muss elf feeling prick
sans figurative or real shaft shank
quite the opposite with wife acidly rank
she frequently pulls my hair as childish prank
knowing full well that action turns my mood sour as a crank
I would escape, but no money in the piggy bank.
Other times, her karma roars into tempest with rage
lashing out like a half-crazed maniac loosed upon global stage
on account of silent battles we regularly wage.
I admit my own fair share of peculiar traits
which only to private confidences t'will now relate
keep on the q-t lest spouse doth berate.
Chief among these oddities comprise
lower gastrointestinal perturbations issuing from the ass
which prompt innumerable outbursts of gas
Ranging from quiet puff to a noisy, windy pass.
After usage of toilet with a bowel movement
large enough to sink a sub
wash rectal residue from my behind
with a hose attached to the tub.
This couple resembles Frankenstein
and his bride – argh what a pair
she taunts when i shower, clean the rest of my body including hair
dry follicles shaking head back & forth side-to-side through the air.
There you now know foibles and unusual personal ways
uttering that such antics how she plays
like netted in a one-man fraternity undergoing constant haze
pelting this poor soul with scraps of food, she flays
until these covered with thick pasty gloppy glaze as verboten entrees
Now laugh till you fall over and remain in stitches for days.
Acta Non Verba... Speaks Volumes
The above ad hoc Latin catchphrase,
(concatenated with two English words),
I regale chance reader
immediately sets ablaze
title of poem with timeless adage,
aptly suits this solitary
older male, whose daze
spent on planet Earth
aimless curriculum vitae
configures a zigzag maze
significant blocks of time
poorly aye now appraise
and rue so little forethought
wrought starry eyed glaze
amiss to any Amish,
colonial, horse drawn observer
passing by in their chaise
puzzled, asper my
doggone catatonic gaze
indicative as if me mind
lost in a foggy haze
yours truly attests,
concurs, he now flays
chastises, fulminates, lays
hard and heavy lament,
albeit cloistered frivolous,
lackadaisical, unproductive... ways
apathetic, estranged, indifferent...
ambivalent state comatose phase
toward life, when at young age
lacked joie de vivre evincing braise
zen lee oblivious zombie behavior
upon quick observation displayed craze
zee demeanor synonymous
with institutionalized craze
zee wardens of the state,
and at present realize futility to raise
hullabaloo, when 20/20 hindsight
shines figurative light on
how appeared to laze
about lost in space,
within outer limits
of my own twilight zone ways!
In This Silent Agony, Tears Flow As A Raging Flood
In this silent agony, tears flow like a raging flood
bluish storm enters to poison this aching blood
beg I, no pain, no more pain, send heartaches no more
no light exists, I weep upon dire desperation's floors
I feel the lonely, icy deep cuts made against the grain
lamenting nightmares of this never-ending pain,
this dying soul, its dreams now panes of shattered glass
beat I on this wall, as sorrows allow no hope to pass.
In this silent storm, chilling blues- crying spirit invades
life now has no norm, this world canceled its parade
dawn its beauty now denies, its soul breaks and flays
gone are loving and sweet joy, deeper are life's dark and grays
I reach in the dying of the light, no hand do I find
there is sad emptiness, tortures of every kind,
talking to the heavens, their silence this soul slays
hold I, love's empty chalice, as dying soul falls and prays.
In this silent agony tears flow as a raging flood
bluish storm enters to poison this aching blood
no more pain, no more pain, please send heartaches no more
there is no happiness, I weep on desperation's floors.
Tobert J. Lindley
August 30, 2020,
For- Rob Carmack's : "Song I - Cold - Quiet Now Poetry Contest"
The conflict that I’ll never let you see
Is one that rages here inside of me
I face the day and smile away the pain
Yet deep inside these doubts drive me insane
I strive to show a strength I know I lack
For none must know my soul’s under attack
The monster is within and not without
To end my life is what he’s all about
My failures he recounts with vicious glee
To prove that there is nothing good in me
I shiver when I hear his venomed hiss
That tells me I’ll not taste of heaven’s bliss
He flays my sense of worth; I’m left to bleed
I writhe in anguish, longing to be freed
Each day, a battle’s fought inside my mind
I wonder if I’ll find my peace of mind
And so I fight these waves to reach the shore
Where tempests of my fear will scream no more
And yet my soul is sinking in despair
If God exists, I wonder, does He care?
A prayer bursts from my lips, a desperate plea
“Oh God, you know this storm inside of me
Reach out your hand and pull me from this wave
Please intervene and save me from the grave!”
A sweet and gentle calmness fills my soul
As I let go and give Him full control
I feel my soul revive and conflict cease
For in my heart now reigns the Prince of Peace.
Eileen Ghali
PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets
APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery frog
beside a silent somber bog
The Flame, a ripple, all alone
alit on leaves where birds had flown
The aching twigs began to moan
A rising breeze began to groan
The Flame arrayed an ancient oak
with torrid tongues and veils of smoke
A beaver bailed, the dam had broke
The leery frog soon ceased to croak
The Flame uncoiled and lashed midair,
consuming crowns with utmost care
A crazed coyote fled her lair,
left in the lurch bewildered bear
The Flame, unfurled, went wild and grew,
enkindled cats and caribou
Remaining... not a residue,
as reeking vapors bade adieu
The Flame revealed her strength unshackled
Flora, fauna crisped and crackled
Fire Witches clucked and cackled
One more forest stripped, then hackled
EPILOGUE
The arsonists were well aware
the Flame would travel everywhere
The weirs are gone, the land is bare,
and soon you’ll find a city there
Such a romantic soul am I
But I live my life in limbo
As time flays by
Each day one step further
To the grave
Cursed by loneliness
Void of love I so need and crave.
It hurts so much when I am in town
With so many women and couples around
Everyone seems to have someone but me
I am just another face in the crowd
That no one really sees
For I am invisible don't seem to measure up
Although I try to friendly and kind it's never good enough.
Everywhere I look sex is in my face
But I need so much more a tender touch
And warm embrace
It can't be normal to not be touched
Or wanted by another human being
Loneliness took me to some dark places
I rather not have been.
I don't want to die alone
And be discovered dead in my bed
With fly's at the window pain
My heart feels like it's kicked like a football
My loneliness is killing me
And almost drove me insane.
Never truly loved never missed
No flowers or mourners at my funeral
I'll soon be dust and nothing at all.
But all I ever wanted was a wife and a child
I drink till I'm drunk to ease the pain
Each day I live a nightmare
I cannot change.
Peter Dome,Copyright.2015. May.
Tansy Roekaerts
12:35 AM (12 hours ago)
Mirage
With eyes as parched as the desert I travel,
I thirst for my loss, yet do not unravel.
The sun it scorches with merciless rays,
Though heart not skin it brutally flays.
My life before me: a vast expanse,
Empty and scorched infernal sands.
Traveller dropped in foreign terrain,
Totally wrecked, blindsided by pain.
‘Not all is lost’, swears false apostle,
So now I believe, for relief so colossal
Gleams right ahead in sparkling silver,
Joy so intense, my tears form a river:
Our faces awash, in joy so sublime,
I feel such hope, imagining what's mine
Returning to me. That long cool sip
Shimmers ahead, into relief I'll dip
A desire so great. I count the days,
Striving to reach that scintillating haze,
So full of promise, till deceived I fall -
Nature lies too. Still their names I call.
Each day I suck, on a Whiskey jug
As my life also, does suck on me
My worth on earth about as much
As my piss is, to the sea
Inside this swashing jug, a raging sea
Sets me adrift atop a cresting wave
Then pulls me under to such depths
That my soul, I can no longer save
With each gulp I stir the bowels
Arouse the sediment and silt
And as it settles I hope it hides
Or at least, obscures my gilt
Every mouthful flays my throat
Like waves they break unto the rocks
Smashing, spraying, then dissipating
While the Devil stands and mocks
I drink until my mind goes blank
Then plunge into the floor
At last a drunken blissful peace
Until, I wake once more
So as I lay here on this deck
Inebriated, dying in this flask
I think of you and what we had
If your forgiveness, I could only ask
BOEMS by JA 614