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Consciouness finds me and jerks me awake.
In a dusky dank cell closed in and opaque.
No circulation, my hands were bound!
My legs were tied, I couldn't move around!
My pulse takes on unbearable beat.
My mind is playing tricks, and then evilly repeats!
Swish, swish, came a hideous sound.
Closer and closer it creeps rendering me spellbound.
My skin crawls in the sweltering torridity.
The murky cell is horribly sooty.
Swish, swish; it slowly descends.
Eyes entranced, on a swinging pendulum.
Swish, swish it cuts off my shrill..
Whoosh, whoosh it contrives its kill.
The horrific night bargins with death.
I woke up startled and couldn't take a breath.
Finally, taking in my familiar surroundings.
I ponder on what, I was just dreaming.
note: This poem inspired me from Poes. Pit and the pendulum
Oh my goodness how did it come to this?
How did I know that this is was not just a kiss?
He has swept me from my feet
Says we were destined to meet.
But oh those blood red eyes
They tell the most wonderful lies.
I tried to run from that hypnotic gaze
Only to be trapped in this delicious haze.
He looks me straight in the eye
As he leans in, my lips he passes by.
Oh that sting upon my flesh
As my blood is most fresh
He bites and he feeds
As my blood is what he needs.
He then looks at me with my blood upon his lips
Before my mind and body to unconsciousness slips
"Come my love it is time for you, me thinks"
As his wrist is opened and his blood I doth drinks.
Tonight you are now my bride
You will forever be by my side"
Says this was always our fate
That he knew from our first date
From that the very first word said
He knew I was meant for the life of the undead.
First day, it came
As if exchanging pleasantries,
I tend to despise
But it offered more
Highish juice
That made it surpassed
My own very state of choice.
Second day, i needed some
More? some how?
No! i wanted to be alone,
But it came sneaking through
Like a burglar
Making me lost my pure-sober
Even when i attempted to ponder
It pulled me into sweet blonder
To the detriment of my health.
Eventually, it started making me bold,
But in the actual, i was shy,
for when in it, i failed to confront
The noble.
I wasn't just able, not understandable.
Before i knew it,
It was becoming my master....
No! no!! this blind courtship won't linger
This matter must wither
My dreams must not scatter or
Shatter, so i struggled and became a winner.
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The cry of a drug addict.
Winter creeps forward
As I struggle to look presentable.
None of this helps.
The writing, the window, the bed,
As my bank calls me again (and again)
Requesting me to pay the overdraft
Fee they themsevles charged me
Which I can't afford
Even the draft from outside
When I open the window
To merciless New York,
This city, the nest of my worst
Nightmare--last night:
I dreamt my bedroom was speeding down a dark track
My window, glassless, a giant square hole
Where I watched my room
As it sped its way into a hellish oblivion,
Soundlessly into the night I stuck
My head out and cried:
"In the time of light
There was God."
And I awoke.
Au nom du père, dites-moi l'enfant où fait votre extrémité de croyance
Et votre folie commencent?
In the name of the father, tell me child where does your
Belief end and your madness begin?
Why do the shadows hold your attention
And yet you shun the light?
The pleasures exceed the purity, the vengeance becomes
The sword that you fall upon, the shield no longer protector
Of the righteous and true, the creator eternal
Denounced by you!
Before I lay thee down to sleep, before thy eyes I close,
Before your rebirth into me, before in black your clothed,
Accept this mark I place on thee, the sign of the chosen one,
Wait patiently for my return, for I will surely come.
Revealing claws and teeth so sharp, into flesh I remove your heart,
The soul encased by shadows cast, the spirit fast departs.
Tell me child why on you I must feast, a banquet for this hell born beast,
Submit complete and tell me why,
On wings of angels demons fly?
In death an end of life once lived, arise once more
Unto this path I give, replacing Virtue with angst and pain,
Demonic angel begin thy reign!
* There was one midnight hour when I stood alone
Beyond my bed, and before the window of the room
I was the child in the white flannel gown
Watching a white moth fly and a white moon rise
The whole family slept..except for me
They never heard me steal out onto the porch
And climb down the steps into the fresh night air
Under the sequined sky crowned as mistress of our valley
Something whispered to me, in a voice dimmer than words
It spoke with the drum of the cricket's thunder
Faintly capricious, lulling my steps upon the concrete slate
I struggled to learn how to breathe again this hour late
But trepediation vaporized, soft and cunning, wise
Temptation embedded my bare footed quest
Without hesitation, no fear of unknown
Lit by bleached crescent moon,
I knew I was not alone....
Inspired by Gareth's contest "Leave me hanging"
When wind whips high in the night
Shrilling it's loneliness
Or the cold grey curl of the fog
Follows me through the streets
Terror is my name, as the asphalt trembles
And I land on your doorstop,
With horror at your rumpled feet
In this day's dole of happenings
I triumph over those who fear
My cloven hooves of tidings
So far from the spot where horror
Lies fused in common planetary chaos
With no one knowing the end...the time or place
Before your eyes...recognize my form
I speak with deceit mixed with truth
What is real...? Consider me depraved
The bannered headline, I go on record
For news now looms in startled silhouette
Look at this new day, look gravely in it's face
Futile those who evict a glance
To edit me, without chance to erase my lies
It looks back from a mirror eye to eye
Some equinox of destiny
That slithers back to hither...slime or shame
It has come to pass, somewhere...
Will it come here on your street?
Do you wish to escape, your name in black?
What slithers, darkly, to bedevil you...
What creeps inside your peace of mind
Seen darkly in the daily news
It’s the voices in my head
Split personalities
They telling me to go to bed
So another can carry out atrocities
I’ve woken up before
With a fresh beating heart in my hand
I get flash backs
Of people buried alive throughout the land
My girlfriend went missing
I thought she found another
But this sick feeling
Tells me “You killed her, kill her sister, brother, father and mother.”
I know I’m mad, I know I’m insane
But these voices were under control
And I know in my conscious state
I couldn’t bear to hurt any living soul
I try to say awake
So they don’t rule me
But sleep…. Sneaks up
And… I think they do things I can’t see
I hear the voices
They getting louder
I try to stay awake by drinking coffee
Taking a shower
But they seem to have power
To turn my happy nights
Sour
I live next door
And wave to you
Not to say hello
But to lock your doors before the is due.
Now I wake me up from bed,
eyelids heavy and a drum
in my head...
~Long night. Where am I now?
~Dreamy light... I'm awake
somehow?
55... Mom died.
From today...
155... am I alive?
~Yes, you are....
"This Way..."
Now I wake me up from sleep,
past and present lights of speed,
catching up... my mind is deep.
Rhyming patterns in the air.
I see them. They see me hear.
~155... drive me.
~Light to sea...
Buddha sat under a tree...
His birthday 9, in the month of May.
"This Way..."
Mason left a message dear,
Was "On the One" so we can hear,
George ol' boy... what do you say?
From the Buddha's birth, Count.
1 5 5 6 days.
~Where are the twins~
CC XX... this way...
Hear the music when it plays...
You're A Wake to count the days.
... okay then. A WakE it is...
The English word "wake" originated from the ancient Indo-European root
"wog" or "weg," meaning "to be active." This evolved into several
meanings, including "growth" ("vegetable"), "to become or stay alert,"....
and "watching or guarding"
wiki.
Form:
A life I have had has left me
And willingly I gave it all up
Time has left memories for me to see
And hide I cannot to be left in doubt
And I am to have a visitor at this time
A stranger I do not at all… know
Though familiar he appears from behind
And a likeness in kind indeed he is to show
The once me, a once me he appears to be
Looking at me with those sinful eyes of his
Reminded of a past from him I can only see
With nothing to suggest any comfort of ease
How can I begin this new me I wonder?
Stepping into the unknown, onto unfamiliar grounds
With already many nights away to ponder
My distant from the world knows no bounds
The stranger reminded me a time
A time I desire lesser for my future to be
A future in exchange for memories behind
Is there but a life I am to have in me?