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An hour has hatched in my feeble head all the actually tormented minutes,
many stuffed seconds, the past's terrible death that haunts me obsessively,
to lurk, appear in the future, after a present that aged too quickly,
from the future, absent apparition, of being or never being clearly anymore.
And look how I've found through a me too often rushed through labyrinths,
infinitesimal traces of infinity, of my current occupation like a toxic river,
attached to life in my unprofitable square dream - from THOUGHT exploding in me,
the secret mission - hatred! - the tenacious demented fight with my phantom windmills!
To find for my poetry the neurotoxic antidote, the anti-EVERYTHING destroying meanings,
of candles transpired tears of hot melted wax, my most whorish passions,
of our statues celebrities, still unhewn, in marble stones waiting,
when from youth's exhausting sprint, I feel my labored soul throwing away.
I shake as long as I'm still alive from the biosphere all imaginary windmills,
of life's intensely total electric stress that burns my neurons in small fires,
I, the successful illiterate who reads chaos on the pages of burnt time,
of seconds' past sonorously screaming, on the definitively broken from lost future!
The hour hatches minutes like time embryos boiling in the skull,
the past's memories die and turn into ash of pallid memory,
the future lurks somewhere in the present like an untamed wild animal,
and I, rushed through myself, find infinite traces in my brutal finitude.
Old man Carter lived all alone, quietly nestled in his quaint little home.
Arthritis kept him crippled, writhing in excruciating pain, his wife long
since departed, leaving him nothing more to gain. His children made
arrangements, to place him in a nursing home. They lacked the
compassion to inform him face to face, knowing he would surely die in
this unfamiliar place. He lost his will to live, life had tragically passed
him by, without his long lost Eleanor, his only hopes were to die. There
he sat in his recliner, a rigid shell of an old man, quietly he uttered to the
Lord,..."Father, forgive me", as he clasped a revolver in his frail, arthritic
hand. Suddenly, an image appeared before him, it was clad in solid white.
Old man Carter could hardly open his eyes, for the radiance was unbearably
bright. Soon, the light diminished, the image's skin was fair. The old man's
eyes began to focus as he observed a figure with long, coarse
hair. The image's eyes were gentle, bearing scars above the brow. Open
wounds the width of nails pierced both its delicate hands. Then, in a soft-
spoken voice it said,..."No more shall ye suffer, old man". "Set aside thy
weapon", the image went on to say,..."You're going home to Eleanor,
upon this Christmas Day". The old man passed on to heaven, he was
discovered the very next day. "Such a tormented soul was he!" That's what
the neighbors would say. It was there on a table beside him, a scribbled
poem which sadly read,...
"Christmas is the day I wed,
The true love of my life;
Christmas is the day I've chosen,
To join my beloved wife
Jesus arrived to take me,
The hour's a quarter past four;
Suicide's never an option,
I'm with Jesus and my sweet Eleanor"...
Goodbye
From beneath the patina of the rusted times
on the surface of the marooned mind
I uncover a buried pathway in the dusty memory
on which the tormented thoughts travel backward
to the deserted room, its peeling walls pasted with
pieces of frosted mirror of the shattered past,
still hanging uncared in dust.
The last rays of the setting sun
enters the room through the window I keep open
to the twilight when all the faces I once knew
dissolve in the flushing gleam of the dying day
but for the one that glows like the crimson sun unset,
the descending night hasn’t yet shrouded in oblivion.
I see a pair of pensive eyes with frozen drops of tear
poised unshed on the eyelid petals, looking at me
the forlorn way they did when I left her for good
in the dusk a long time ago.
That time hasn’t yet lost its way
in the meandering memory lane, her fragile face
appears unushered so often on the broken mirror
of my desolate mind that reflects tiny drops of tear
in the deserted corner of her pleading distant eyes
I want to forget.
October 5, 2018
... Among the shadows of the groaning elms,
amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves ...
... Once there were paths that led to coracles
that clung to piers like loosening barnacles ...
... where we cannot return, because we lost
the pebbles and the playthings, and the moss ...
... hangs weeping gently downward, maidens’ hair
who never were enchanted, and the stairs ...
... that led up to the Fortress in the trees
will not support our weight, but on our knees ...
... we still might fit inside those splendid hours
of damsels in distress, of rustic towers ...
... of voices heard in wolves’ tormented howls
that died, and live in dreams’ soft, windy vowels ...
Originally published by Sonnet Scroll
What if I'm wrong?
One of these broken messes
Always a ghost in the corner
The fractures never healed
What if these jagged edges are just hiding behind the gold inlay?
What if the ash
Of what I never was
Comes back to stain our brilliant life?
What if I'm not violence contained,
What if my bars are too weak to hold the monster within?
What if my words cut like daggers?
What if my soul is just obsidian?
Only reflecting the light until it's under pressure
When the darkness comes out
Shattered and sharp?
What if the tormented storm
Is who I am?
Chaos and hate and death?
And the shiny love is just a shell
Hiding the malice behind a very thin veil?
What if the good parts of me really did die
Long ago
Drowned in tears that were never cried?
And now lie rotting in a putrid marsh?
What if.,.?
What if I can't be loved?
Shouldn't be loved?
What if my existence was meant to be horror?
Wanton bloodlust to be set for the frail, weak part of me?
It disgusts me that without my darkness,
I don't have strength.
That I, teeming with swarms of fleshrending thoughts,
Should yield to the timid and tame.
Self-loathing,
I abhor the tin paladin I pretend to be.
My smile was meant to show fangs,
Not gentleness.
My hunt was meant to spill blood,
Not hope.
I was never meant to live long enough
To watch immortal dreams die.
To watch love fail.
To crumble.
I was supposed to die this vainglorious death in battle
Against what did not matter.
And yet…
Shattered I was mended
Broken I was puzzled back together.
And I learned to feel pain I had so oft ignored.
I am not who I was supposed to be.
And I don't deserve the love that waters my pastures.
'The policy was quite precise, lie again and your out my life, it's contents non
negotiable although it said he first would fight, but how to fight for Julie was Dante's
tormented plight, how could he be certain, how could he be sure if he remained by Julie's
side that she would lie no more. she knew his position was painful, cause by now he should
of gone, she was dying slowly inside from the shame of what she'd done.
She looked straight into his eyes, those eyes that she had hurt, and begged that he would
stay with her and make this love still work, she showed him where her guilt had took her,
to the edge of torments reign, and with tears falling vowed to him she'd never lie again.
She waited while he contemplated if what she said was truth, and he went closer to those
tormented gates and took a closer look, he said Julie don't you realise while you were
standing here that I was right beside you cause my torment brought me near, I too stood at
this torments edge and looked upon it's reign while it's hands were clawing at my skin
disguised as lovers pain, if we do get past this torment, and start our life again, then
no traces of a lie upon your lips could still remain. she took his hand so tenderly
after such a long and lonely wait,and she said Dante I promise they are gone, please let's
leave from torments gate.
Did Dante forgive Julie, did he lead them to the light, did he keep his word just like he
said and raise his sword to fight?
Well if he did I'm as positive as any one girl can, that Julie learnt her lesson and is
rolling with her man!
I like to think them still together, still in love, and it's not real hard, to see Julie and
Dante as they cruise Christ Boulevard, his spirit right before hers and he is down on
bended knee, he says Julie I still love you, will you re-marry me? she says yes I'll
marry you, as I did upon the earth, and I am thankful that you gave me a chance to prove
to you my worth, he said baby it was simple if with me you wanted fly, just always come
to me with truth and never tell a lie! He raised his hand to wipe away a tear she had
cried, she said baby for the millionth time I'm sorry that I lied, he said that was oh so
long ago and you never lied to me since, now can we let this go, Damn girl I'm
convinced!
you can't imagine this pain I feel, the lies you told, I thought you were real.
you tell me what you think I want to hear, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
my heart skipped a naive beat, to the rhythms of the words I've heard so many times before. I know they are lies but I want to hear more.
I want to feel that you love me too
so I stay here tormented and lost with you.
I don't want to let you go but you've changed so much, you're a person all new.
You put me down every chance you get, and never think of the consequence.
the impact you have, it slices at my sole and leave bruises that never go.
I'm torn between what is right and wrong and I'm lost and wondering with a broken mind.
all that I was got left behind, in a place I once was, a place long gone and past.
If I want a new future I must eradicate the last.
I must be free to shine in my light, to bask in its glory and regain my self once more.
I show myself the way to go, for loving is something you have to sometimes let go.
Jack had just escaped the local slammer
He’d struck the sheriff's car with a hammer.
He tried to look normal, in an aisle in Stop and Shop
But he wondered who might be an undercover cop.
Sally was unhappy, by the baked goods she would go
She wondered about her past, did other shoppers know?
An embarrassing movie, gone viral on the internet
She tried to look normal but was tormented with regret.
Harvey assured his family they could stay in the car
But his cart was getting full, with cakes and a chocolate bar
They were getting impatient, why was he taking so long?
His daughter had a date tonight, she felt this was so wrong.
Then the Stop and Shop robot got hacked, started racing too.
The hacker steered it after Jack, Jack thought someone knew.
Jack ran toward the exit, only to run into Harvey's cart
Harvey didn't like this and wouldn't let Jack restart.
I was looking for Mom, ducking around each cart
Finding that lady at the best of times is a real art
If I look in the dairy section, mom is by the beer and wine
If I'm in frozen foods, she's on the fresh fish line.
Mom was on her cell talking about an old classmate
She said out loud - "She was in that movie - not at all great"
Sally being paranoid, started yelling at my mom:
"Won't you all forget my past!" I couldn't keep her calm.
Harvey's daughter came in, she was really mad
Ran into Harvey confronting Jack, yelled "what kind of Dad?"
Jack looked around: the robot eyes shone green
Jack toppled the canned peas trying to escape the scene.
I pushed Sally to another aisle, but there was Harvey and Jack -
Plus that hacked robot, approaching as if it was on attack
Jack said "OK, I give up, it was just a cop car, I was drunk."
Sally pulled away from my chokehold, said "your mom's a skunk!"
The frantic employees converged, I said it wasn't my fault
Sally pointed to me, said I was guilty of assault
Jack thought Sally meant him, said he hit a car, not a man
I figured I better shop elsewhere, but Mom had another plan:
She wasn't going to leave, she had so many coupons to cash in
Then real cops came rushing, it seemed I couldn't win.
And somewhere a hacker is laughing, he can't stop
Telling his pals about his fun in Stop and Shop.
this veritable unknown bad man in the mirror
would likewise beat it behind the mask
ben writhing in pain to feel best of joy
for (i can't make it) another day without billie jean
in this
black or white
whirled wide webbed world
whereby hypnosis breaking news
like dangerous butterflies effects
ben tormented thus this earth song
time and again experience ye that doth
give in to me
sans like a loved one
gone to soon
but my spirit does want to heal the world
for tis only human nature
to feel claustrophobic shuttered in the closet
all a jam and smothered
yet...please keep the faith
and keep your head up
for tis much to soon
to erase off the wall
memories
that perhaps one day in your life
pretty young thing
would will remember the time
happiness did roll and rock with you
like a rockin' robin
though now ye rankle
like a stranger in moscow
concluding supposed guardian angels
they do not care about us
minor bit players on the global stage
self reflection finds me wondering
if this is it
blinded by unasked for fate
to be blinded in the limelight
haint no thriller
cuz...honestly, i wanna be startin' somethin' fresh
like...paris in springtime
then upon winter of moi descent
into the dimension beyond life
wondering if you will be there.
So many surviving,
Desperation is driving
Impulsive decisions
In need of emotional circumcision,
So many astray
In a world of disarray
Polluted by deception
In need of a spiritual resurrection,
So many sedated
Zombies that have mated
Domino effect
When the substance causes havoc
So many in a daze
From their lies and heathen ways
False comfort, counterfeit light
Consuming all their appetites
So many in chains
From years of hurt and pain
Paralyzed by the one
Who was cast out of the sun
So many bleeding
Yet they are doing the leading
Cannibals are feeding
Not listening to those who are pleading
So many, so many, run away
Traded their birth right for moments of gray,
Tranquilizers to disguise
The torment they hold deep inside
So many forgot,
That blood was shed to remove their spots
Tormented souls who have fallen down
Those who found out no one was around
So many isolated,
Infected with self-hatred
Pride comes before the fall
There is only one who can save them all
Only God can make them whole
Give them a purpose and a goal
So many drowning in their fears
In pure ignorance they don’t see clear.
By: Sabina Nicole