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I can feel this rage boiling,
Bubbling to the top.
I can feel it catching fire,
Gathering heat nonstop.
Trampled on, belittled, and used,
With pain and anger suppression fused,
Cap to bottle where pressure grew.
A rageful burst ignites a flame,
A violent urge inside creates
An urgent need to purge what’s sane.
So I tipped the ladle and poured my pain,
Into molds I cast from my shame,
Where molten bone is cooled with haste
To form the blackest glass to claws and fangs.
From iron ladle, fall tears like viscous drips,
Drops that burn the softness from my fearful lips.
Fire quickly desecrates
The innocence I held in vain,
My tongue reforged in Satan’s grip,
Now a sharpened blade my speech equips.
The blackened sneer drawn on my face,
Upon my soul has left phosphorus stain.
My body begins to seize and twitch,
And from my mind my memory slips.
Chunks of time from sight erased,
Under pressure the chainmail breaks.
Self-control not mine to claim,
Within my bones, I feel the itch.
With a second pop, my seams have split,
My one body now, shares two minds.
A ferocious fire burns inside,
It lights the forge that brings to life
A creature birthed from rage’s flame
That from my being can now escape.
Using my body, it contorts my frame,
A primitive urge to destroy untamed.
With my bladed tongue, it speaks in rhyme,
That death by cane a passion’s crime.
But just to show his civilized side,
Chosen next be a deadly shade of night.
Under shadowed fate our souls entwined,
But don’t confuse his name with mine.
If what you cherish is your life,
It would yet be best to call him,
Mr. Hyde.
You are being gently guided home at the break of dawn
I can see her hand scanning the stars from the sky
yesterday was a given but today is a real gift
I can see you gently being guided home, your almost there
She lit the lanterns on your front porch
then she kissed your soul as you flew to the far and wide
You thought you were made of hyde my friend
but your were wrong you are cut from a human cloth of cotton
She shook you real hard as the light came pouring out
she gently took you home again, by the road less traveled
She lit a torch and she walked with you in silence,
even though you said no thank you, I do not need a ride
She was being what she always is and was
an Angel with attitude a kick ass partner, from the other side.
March 18 2022
She had a busy life, with no time for fun
Being a scientist, always on the run
Well respected, well mannered exterior
Belief in duality human nature superior
Believing we all have a good and evil inside
Obsessed, her studies she would try to hide
In a quest to separate two opposing forces
Created a potion, to see what her course was
Waking she felt quite exhilarated
Fascinated it’s freeing, rejuvenated
With a sense of freedom felt a liberation
Not realizing there was a transformation
Drinking the potion she felt an exhilarating rapture
Clueless that her personality would be fractured
When the room began to spin round violently
Losing control she had fallen down silently
Dr Jekyll didn’t realize what she had unleashed
Or how her repressed desires turned beast
Never thinking her alter ego she had set free
Complex she had no idea what would be
When realization hit, she could no longer hide
After Hyde took a life, she was horrified
Horrors of her actions came to her gradually
Not knowing she lost her own individuality
With the potion brought on a complication
Forgetting what was her selfish motivation
Consumed with guilt, blood on their hands
Trying to think quickly, she needed a new plan
With her action, an alter she couldn’t break
Tormented by a creature she can never escape
Feeling trapped with herself and her monster
In the end it was both their life’s that had cost her
I have stood on many shores
and felt the long evolution of the deepest waves
where life spawns its leaping adaptions.
I have listened
to the trumpeting of great armored sea-bulls
echoing in the shallow bladder-wrack,
and on that splashing surface
invisible snouts blow from
an ancient depth below.
There where the tusked wolf
first dipped a paw into brine
a proto-creature struggling to survive
its bones already growing
razorback fins.
There also did the fanged manatee
thunder in its savage heart
as it plowed the screeching storms,
tempests that shaped its life
with its glittering saws.
Before the porpoise leapt
before the whale shipped its gray prow
Jekyll and Hyde clawed each other
through a gibbosity of flesh,
and where the skin flew
rat tails grew gills and jagged jaws,
behemoths burst from
slow wading, pod sheltering strays.
All churned in a rolling race
as if a keen edged spray
modeled bones,
a frantic saline transitioning
that even now
as I stand by a washing tide
calls and plows me deep
seeking my own extinct
and monstrous forms.
This misanthrope lived
most all his life alone,
yet upon awakening
this very early morn,
mine eyes saw me prone
naked body adrip atop
blood soaked sheets,
that glommed to mine
lacerated flesh and shone
deep red as moonlight seeped
thru chink in the stone wall,
nothing else stirred
'cept myself abed,
but sinew and bone
suddenly alarmed
what demon slashed
into red ribbons,
whence fright suddenly,
I choked, gasped,
and loosed a groan
upon e'en the slightest movement
found me to moan
with excruciating pain,
while in thine head
did sinister demon fueled,
a wounded pained animal groan
maniacal cackling gradually
increasing to an ear piercing,
hounding and deafening tone,
whence hands attempted
to clap away
evil frightful shrill
ne'er heard nor known
afore this nightmarish scene
capped when nine inch nails
caked with thick
dried blood shown
in the dim light affixed
to monster sized brown
paws not my own,
yet latched to this
gruesome near slain
(bodily heap of mine)
ogre haunted nemesis over blown
sanity, and frightfully unknown
as like an accursed beast
methought hie got catapulted
to the outer limits
of the twilight zone.
A Chink In My Armor
(The idiom "chink in one's armor" refers to an area of vulnerability)
***
It had never occurred to me that I might have a chink in my armor
the light casted in, like rain tapping always on the very same spot
My memories were clenched and like a fisted child, I held all valor
inside, lost without word I could not undo that solid hurtful, knot;
Then came the day when I decided to stop and take a deep breather
time stood still and I could feel the handles of time turning me right
Movement of heart and soul arose and finally saw neglect's incur
it was I clinging to the child inside surfacing from the longest night
Daylight greeting me with new awareness and I was finally free
every raw truth inside had finally turned to soft and pliable hyde
Breath of angels greeted me, as I gently cleared all my debris
I found myself in the arms of love, with compassion at my side.
*Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde poster by Wiki.
That's Close Enough
Shapeshifters, and or, shapeshifting ... preps our world always,
A speck sans a cavass, ... materializes a work of art,
At spans of reckoning, ... outlandish evolve viably.
Simplistically, ... caterpillar, cocoon, butterfly,
The explanative being ... the effects of metamorphoses,
Influence of changing, on the surface ... ain't exclusive.
The aspects of human versions, ... do we possess ourselves?
Phases absorb one's absolutes, ... escapism amuses abstracts,
Misshape is needless, ... our character assassinates us.
The docile Doctor Jekyll ... and ominous Mr. Hyde,
The tale tells induced chemicals ... freed the latter temperament,
Stevenson, a mixed decrypt breed, ... Woolf faults, Hemingway hails.
The Picture of Dorian Gray, ... Wilde's graphic inward peer,
Retorts pundits, ... proxy masques wickedness, textured facades ethics,
Books ain't moral or immoral, ... they're just well penned or naught.
A star radiates ... cast hither, trimming and grooming 'rounds,
Revolving amazeballs recasting orb's landscapes, ... picturesque,
Bubblegum pops as its meaning ... is clearly intricate.
Brief spells also have an effect, ... ravenous bears slumber,
When pushed or at risk ... stimulates safeguards that ensure their species,
The game plays out who's game ... prey or predator lives or dies.
Transformations constants about ... subtle yet definite,
Persona exploits cellular structure ... registers vividly,
The former's substituted ... the latter assimilate.
2022 June 01
*11th Place*
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting
~~Anthony Biaanco: 2022 July 04
*HMS: 14,16,14 syllables x 8 stanzas
But then I fear I may digress
Succumb to writings pained distress
Succumb to pressure in my chest
To shred what I think ain’t the best
Forsooth and poppy cock, I cry
And other words to plagiarize
I will succeed, I’ll win the prize
Cut those legends down to size
Alas, the phone and beepy things
Have me bouncing as if on springs
Emoji’s full of wordless stings
Laughing as the doorbell rings
The thoughts I think are sounding dumb
A never-ending Rugby scrum
My head is slightly out of plumb
I’m sitting here, my cheeks gone numb
Somewhere in the dark they bide
Lost amid a smoldering pride
Those simple truths that must reside
Between his Jekyll and his Hyde
Kids say you're bad, "But that's all lies!"
She stares at me, her evil eyes,
Ruler taps desk, taps away hard,
Audacious hands, face that is scarred,
Years of no oils, lotions and scents,
Says, "That's Jezebel", she resents,
All at their desks, bell tolls just once,
Roll, three are absent, she announce,
Mrs. Torkelson, self-assured,
Speaks with command, while all are moored,
No sound heard, listened intently,
Voice ice cold, none knew differently,
Right answers only, nothing less,
How that happens, we take a test,
Loud, she says wrong or no, no, no,
Young clock watchers, when will we go,
After school, parents collect us,
Like Jekyll and Hyde, she adjust,
In her black dress, she makes a smile,
Then hugs me, that is not her style,
She is not a Jew, but Gentile,
And, I am her, Philistine child.
Time
You are a master manipulator
The Jekyll and Hyde of then and now
At first, you're in my favor
But then a drifting shroud
Boastfully, you dance to the wind
Taking away my breath
Shriveling up my, once soft skin
Taunting me with my death
Tick, tock, tick, tock
My heartbeat is relentless
But only till the day it stops
You make sure I don't forget this
I began repurposing calendars
As my trash was overflowing
It seems my personal caliper
Has shrunk without me knowing
Once upon a stage of my days
You were merely an illusion
Despite the things adults would say
You insisted on confusion
The future, past and present
All belong to you
You dispose my every second
Doing that thing you do