Long Paranoia Poems
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Hold onto your spirit my old soul
my young nights floating in sky,
with black clouds moving to light stars
do war drums still pound against your sanity?
Signs of victory in labyrinths you'd found
but blazing sparks still burn your brown books,
with ghosts on roads of mourning nights
can you bury your doubts in dust again?
Hush! Your valiant shadow stands tonight
at crimson doors of agony from past in pain,
thorns born of wailing scars vanish gloriously
do blissful crystals wrap your sizzling grains?
Onyx hollows drooping your visions in black
brush your dancing chaos in topaz dusk,
numb raging coal shifts in hammocks of paranoia
can you find light through falls in snowstorm?
My old soul, your symphony of valour in halo
blooms in drizzling dark wisps of apathy,
sparkling buds in wings dripping at twilight,
fly along, your mind rains stars on this dawn.
July 14, 2020
A Lipogram poem without the letter 'E'
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
~Premiere Contest Winner:4th Place
freedom lies with a shattered grace
stumbling toward atomic mythology
where answers have their sins washed
brilliantly bright as suns dyeing skin off-
colors of rumors circulating planets
of the universe pulled headlong into a night
-mare riding tattooed and complaining
about recollections of severed ghosts
(hiding in a ball of fear minds cry)
out of season the earth radiates melting
enraged stupidity the penultimate prize
(summer sunday christmas chimes)
on the edge of sleep falling awake...
ring the festival of blood into session
the birth-fangs grapple with truth no longer will
recessions bring harvests the moon is full
...and the eye is a clogged vessel full of truth
(in relative position the evening twists elaborate
dances like guitars bending the last strings...)
a painting of a brain chips and disintegrates
like words of a schizophrenic seeking the last
wisdom hidden in the bottom of a noise
only tasted...with the throat closing vision narrows...
the fading archetype is the last opiate of inspiration
the last leader is a shill of the lord of matter dissipating
(two raindrops collide) the core of her heart is hot
like earth it is revised toward oblivion...
...follow it it is
...night brighter than calm
...lipids sinking into servitude
...no one will digest this but all
choking dry paranoia on the fringe of town
(a different verb writes in the sky a new eternity)
...we witness the madness of a faceless doctor
scratching scripts illegible to the naked lie...
conscripted as a rat before a snake fighting its shadow
diving into the blind dream we call created angels
to save our skin from weeping generations of blood...
The Monstrous Past
I try to put the past to bed and tuck it up so it can’t escape
I say goodnight and creep away, but it’s always by my side.
I try not to look and hope it disappears, but it lingers and loiters.
And looks up at me and points accusing fingers
The past travels without a ticket or invitation on my back
It weighs me down; and in my ear, whispers, nags and torments.
I want it to sleep and never wake, snooze while I survive
But I can’t prevent its vindictive tongue spewing the past
Its targets are various and hit indiscriminately with venom
Attacking my nearest and dearest, but no one agrees or consoles
The past bubbles to the surface with all my prejudices
All the things I hate helps to feed my insatiable paranoia.
I’ve been hurt by words and actions in the past - I’ve bled
I can’t deny that many times I’ve felt lost and alone
But there’s no excuse for digging like a manic archaeologist
Unearthing the finished past as if it’s scratching the lid
But I do- It boils and burns in my stomach like a sickness
Then its poisonous volcanic fire explodes upward
I can’t prevent misdemeanours, however slight, being regurgitated,
And relived. Until finally they are subdued and controlled.
David Cox 28/01/19
Reality check let’s look around us
conspiracy theories mean feet ain’t grounded
heads in clouds like white powder buzz
black man screams white power just because
not what is but cliche what was
Media feeding but when broke down ridiculous
mankind allows belief in magical hat tricks
thinking freedom restricted attractive
commit to ideas only restricts oneself
mental control on thinking paths for elfs
religious political views grouping themselves
blinding to all else open minds stuck to shelves
Vice and lust guns drugs busts
Man’s a muppet blind and mugged
belief of secrecy swept under the rug
but respect their privacy we must
two ways shared complain cus one aint theirs
playing their minds corrupts them scares
Political enemies allies or friends
slaves to the systems straights and bends
streets lined up with shady men
play til deaths cycle rolls to the naive next gen
they call it suffer but paradise blends
subjective perspective made enemies
opinions disrespected paranoia breeds
call it the jungle but wouldn’t live in the jungle
work 5 days 2 weekends
rest and socialise purchase items
only species this applies
living inside just enough to get by
side by side we borrow we buy
man we ain’t victims when there ain’t a medical absence
law and justice helps our actions
abandon this stuff the way of victims acting dumb
historically war lose you life
injustice found when there is no rights
the top level wealthy increasingly greedy
still the bottom level get gifted basic needing
so comfortable their overbreeding
more they need put hands out
but if not filled instant grieving
we live in a society we don’t take responsibility for
thinking us it’s responsible for wanting more
complaints of freebies proof mans a fool
they ask they take they give bugger all
If you had told me in 2011 that the Steven Soderbergh movie,
"Contagion," would one day play out in real life, I would've probably
laughed at you. It seemed like Hollywood fiction nine years ago.
Today, "Contagion" is literally playing out in real life!
Watch the movie now, I dare you! It's suddenly the scariest movie
ever made! It makes "The Exorcist" look like a comedy! We've lived
through the 1949 polio epidemic, and the SARS outbreak in 2003,
We've seen from afar the Ebola virus; largely limited to Africa...
but this virus, also known as "COVID-19" is a completely different animal.
Unlike Matt Damon's character in "Contagion", nobody is immune
to it. To call it a nightmare would be a gross understatement! Healthcare professionals are at their wit's end trying to control and contain it
We've never seen a paranoia-inducing monstrosity that is COVID-19.
It's an insidious, invisible foe that has left the entire world in
a state of complete paralysis; lives here in America and far beyond
have been disrupted it like never before! It keeps spreading...
like wildfire, and claiming lives at an alarming rate.
This Coronavirus pandemic has plunged the world into an abyss
of dread, but let us all cling to something infinitely powerful,
our faith. We'll get through this, by the grace of God.
Coronavirus Covid-19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup
Date written: 03/18/2020
If I were absent from this EARTH,
I wouldn't experience such mirth
If I were nonexistent like an aborted infant,
I wouldn't be a treat...I would be insignificant
My family would've forgotten me in an instant
If I gave in to SUICIDE,
I wouldn't come along with life's ride...
I'd be denied
If I were to go back in time...
REWIND...
until the night of my birth,
I would have committed a malicious crime
In a flick of a dime,
Earth's mirth would feel extremely sublime
If I left my family and friends behind
FOR THE SAKE OF MY RELIEF...
I'd create strife and endless...
ENDLESS grief
If I could repair my past mistakes,
Oh, I would take advantage of that opportunity
AND HIT THE BRAKES
In a bewildering moment of
Being cornered by
toxic,
sinister,
red
snakes
Earth's mirth suddenly....
Abandons you...
Paranoia and anxiety transforming
Fates into abominable fates
Ignored in life, a rife wistful eyesight,
Put down against peers every day in sight,
Dreams of love from loved ones seem very slight,
Paranoia drives the life to a plight.
Withdrawn in acute grim thoughts, lost in own unreal world,
melancholy imaginations seem real in shroud,
No one loves, no one cares, depression sets in as a wound,
Why live, the question lingers, gloomy feelings crush the mind.
Remember friend in this struggle profound,
You are not alone, your voice will resound,
Reach out, let your fears and sorrows be known,
Healing begins when you are not alone.
Heal depression, not through pills, but with love so fair,
Beloved ones restore self-worth, banishing despair,
Neglected souls rejuvenate, in hope's tender air,
Hardships abound, peace shall reign, love's answer to prayer.
6/5/2023
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Just?
look, at YOU now, self righteous, you know YOUR rites best.
You have much to celebrate.
Celebrate diversity, the joy of
sex in the city.
Make it,
YOU, at your behest,
the center of your Universe.
Where only a black hole resides, and your own worst enemy?
Hyde's.
It's not lonely there.
There's
YOU!
That's all right dearest.
Party like it's 2 0 1 9.
After all, everything you have and are is because of being free and solitary.
To thine own self be true!
A self propogating gene of Genie
Is only rubbed out when it's convenient for YOU.
Live like a con-gypsy
under Gaias loving gaze of nativity.
As you sweep the wind beneath your wings and batten down the sails,
a treasure hunting pirate on life's seven seas'swells.
Through the river Styx,
Flotsam, Jetsam
mental living, Hell?
Some things are meant to be.
Like milk and honey.
But not according to "do what thou will"
It is a suicide into lonely.
Drunkenness into endless sleep.
Although, they call the new aged Kool Aid,
harmless wine.
I see,
that it matches fine;
with neurosis,
scerosis of inclusion,
invader intrusion, plucked from narcissistic vines. Tended by demon.
From the Forest of delusion.
Pairs well with the thorns of Night.
Take a sip of that self hypnosis.
Does it go down smooth? Or does it have a kick?
Then kick your **** on down the line.
Off your booth, in Life.
Ritually drunk and now, suddenly divine at your own behest.
A little bit of courage, right?
Something to take the edge off,
the edge of night?
Regret.
Sugar on the brain that foments its fermentation over time.
Is it Godless or Goddess ambrosia?
A poultice tea for the sick?
A placebo innoculation against lack of faith?
Selfishness in self paranoia,
Just for your sake.
A dark principality and clever mind-
Vampirism-Medicating prophylactively against
the stake, like an aneurism.
Those pesky ghosts of darkness.
In the blood.
Possess your sconces, wick and flame, dead.
Seek to destroy, the lightbringing.
Your senses dampened,
fuse blown
guard down.
Darkness.
Integrity bled.
On the Rampage.
Rampant.
Their Entrance.
Gained instead.
I'm scared to walk alone
Down the bloody street of this warzone
Everyone slumps and groans
And fall into their death, all still alone
I can feel their pain
Suffering on their face is plain
There's a risk of rain
To wash away them all, and I'm still alone
My lover twists beneath the paranoia
All my friends cringe at the thought of annoyance
It's building, soon the bombs will start their seance
Til then I smile alone
Corpses in red tape
Victims of the desire of escape
Crowds with mouths agape
Stare and feel nothing, all so alone
Smoke's filling the air
Drugs and arson together help them bear
The pain but they don't care
Who all has to die, crying alone
My best friend and I sit with the fan going
Remembering brighter days with the wind blowing
With every day, the flow of dreams keeps slowing
Til we're left all alone
So scared to walk alone
Not afraid to die, but to be known
As the voice behind the phone
When I say I'm sick of being alone
The story goes that the Buddha sat down under a tree
Some say he was idle and simply tired and just fell asleep
Called it meditation and could not decide where to go
The Middle Way
In voluntary composure he grew lean in mind and in body
The trimmings of life left to the way side he changed
Himself and the world and suffered happily ever after at
Cross Roads Without Nails
Had been a Prince and a beggar and fortune seeker for
A very long while as he cast his ragged soul for a few figs
Begging bowl in hand a loin cloth the only material hold
No Snake For Temptation
Suffering and the suffering of nascent Four Noble Truths
Seedlings fell from a canopy of leaves fruit and shelter
Eternity planted a forest of growth one pause at a time
Practice In Woods Of Restraint
Dehydration confused vision with paranoia and hunger set in
Troubling doubts meta-morphed into unwavering certainty
But he never lost faith and never hurt any sentient being
Do Not Do Unto Others
Storms raged and rain licked his lips when thunder and lightning
Humbly collected enlightening energy and modest illumination
A frightening regime but no punishing prophesies bound for hell
Not Even Religion
I own an allotment of plentitude granted by undeserved privilege
Rice on shelves of consumption and fruit from all over the world
A bag full of immodest riches and intricate robes made in the East
Fast Car And Places To Go
And yet I long for simplicity resurrection and the loving embrace
Of wise worms in the garden and a sustainable Past Present Future
As the scorching sun foreshadows a climate of hatred and anger
I Planted A Fig Tree Today
29th December 2019