precious …
days consumed …
before they even take a breath
or wink to waking …
oh the wealth of life so squandered for
white-hot agony behind the eye -
hours stretched to inestimable eternity in
nauseated darkness
unavoidably focused on all that’s not
being accomplished -
all thats left withering in the sun
and all those who resent this beast that
robs you both of precious time
(or you, undeservedly) …
do I not wholly believe in empirical purpose?
do I not relinquish all to its tenets??
yes - in everything, I do …
and yet …
the intendment in THIS neurological monstrosity -
this searing saboteur and
all its chronic collateral casualty
is something I shall never …
ever …
comprehend.
Who do I sing to when words fall on deaf ears?
I hear a stampede in the distance, calling my name
Do I not remember crimes foregone?
I am nauseated by clueless guilt and shame
When will it come time for me to stop running?
I need not the precipice to heed my escape
How have I not yet learned to be cunning?
I half expect a miracle to take shape
Who will aid me? Those I’ve pushed away?
I choke on parasites that put thoughts in my mind
How will I walk myself back from the edge?
I fall into failure and I fall behind
Where will I go now?
I’ve let the devil take his turn
Why am I forced to go and take my bow?
I bend towards and audience starting to burn
The world spins on and on.
Whether I want it to or not.
I can cry for the earth to stop, but it wont.
It doesn't care if I want to die or live.
I can shoot dope or be sober.
The world doesn't care.
Its my life, and time isn't on my side.
I can run and hide, but its only my life that I'm wasting.
My days are numbered.
I could die tomorrow or live another 100 years.
But no one knows its a mystery.
Things are Funny.
Everyone has their own brain, their own way of thinking.
Their own way of perceiving this world and all the people in it.
I feel sick super nauseated.
I want to vomit up all my insides.
Throw up until I'm inside out.
Yell at the sky.
Stare into the sun until my eyes melt, bubble up into nothingness.
Two empty holes in my face.
Pass out from the pain.
Forget my shame.
Forget my name.
Erase my brain.
I cant refrain from going insane.
I've got a rotten brain its decayed in my skull.
I've died inside but my body is still alive.
How have I survived this life of mine.
I don't know, but I have and I'm glad.
I'm done messing around.
I want to change. And I'm starting now….
When I emerged from that rough sea
I wore a crown of seaweeds in my hair
Because the mermaids whispered to me,
"Our home, please do take care"
I looked around and saw rocks
Staring horribly at me, yelling silently,
"Stop wrecking us! Stop the clocks!"
I felt the gentle pushing of a tiny wave
Tugging my feet, as if shooing me away
I heard its cry, or was I just deceived?
"Go home, don't scathe me."
Nauseated, I blinked faster as I might,
In a split second, blinded by the raging sunlight.
Virulent strip of debauchery, I answered with a hiss, wrapped up iN
Excessive loss, addiction and broken dreams, finished with A
Gigantic, gaudy bow! I thought I was coming down with the flU
As my poor husband excitedly asked me how I liked VegaS.
Surprised by my mood, (maybe too much of a good thing?) I tried to apologizE,
And I thanked him again for the trip. Feeling nauseated, I picked at my tiramisU.
Days later, we realized pregnancy was to blame for my nausea and criticisM!
*Needless to say, we have never visited Vegas again.
Written 5/28/20 for Joseph May’s
Double Double Words to Bubble Contest
eerie earth belched
callous creed's crest
nocturnal nature nauseated
dark dribbles cremated
hoisted hankering cruised
sassy soil puked
rusty rims yawned
puncturing pulpy pawn
tactic trend torn
bruised bark bent
mystic moaning etched
saucy seal spent
lofty lids lurched
vying voluptuous verge.
'20:04:10:19:20
pulpy passion puked
perforating punctured view
dark dances dripped
hoisted crippled hankerings
sassy seals spent
salient sieves etched
wanky wits wept
damping callous crest
beauty politics belched
dark diminuendo drooled
nocturnal nauseated clue
saucy syllables stool
felon fate's fostered
vying voluptuous triggers.
'20:03:20:13:22
Note: Dedicated to Aristotle.
dark dribbles drool
pulling pulpy puke
moaning mist nauseated
by blurs overrated
haughty heels hoisted
felon feasts forage
tactic trends trained
seeped'n sassy crave
punctured pride traced
lanky lurch lit
fiery fondling fits
salient sieve spit
dark days dribbles
vying voluptuous parable.
'20:03:08:11:21
Note: Dedicated to Nebuchadnezzar.
like callous comet
bully cloud belched
punctured pills puked
vying nauseated view
dark dances drool
squashing strained mood
like taunted torrent
rustic rain rent
wanky waves melt
gaunt boulevard growling
tainted trees throwing
hoisted hampered hankering
such sassy trends
coached Dimash's crest.
'20:03:07:10:44
Note: Dedicated to Dimash Kudeibergen
wanky urge whooshes
puking rustic rhythm
nauseated by billows
busty ecstasy borrow
generous lust lent
passion prior invested
delicate capillaries crushed
lurched lanky lust
oozes, gores gulped
fostered faith rent
fiery surge ferments
licking lusty test
dark dance drips
from lustful limbs.
'20:02:28:14:48
punctured passion puke
nauseated by nude
dark dresses dump
lankily lurch lust
aura canvassing curses
seeped'n saucy beauty
felon face sighs
kindly kleptomaniac eyes
scorching smirking sight
limbs like axe
skipping made sharp
dug tunnel apt
flimsy feelings forward
into tunnel falls.
'20:02:02:11:56
~Note~ A lady dressed seductively arouses him...
lanky lusts leering
fostering felon fits
damp draw drooling
draped over dances
voluptuous veils vying
saucy veins spanking
hanky panky hoisting
falling fallible feelings
severed surges smirking
eerie emotions nauseated
squashed capillaries cremated
pulpy pukes pirated
lurching labium limbs
paused, party pissed.
'20:01:29:18:14
The flame dances;
A charmed serpent weaves;
Back and forth to the music.
Air waves alive with music,
Make me want to dance;
As I sit here, poetry weaving.
I don’t rise, the room is weaving;
I lose the sound of the music;
I’m dizzy, nauseated; forget the dance.
I’m feeling faint again;
I have that darn flu.
Believe me when i say
I was not like this from aye
I was once whole before they broke me,
I was once happy before they made me turn melancholic,
I was once beautiful, before they left scars on me,
I was once joy before the sorrow wrapped me,
I was once positive before the clouds of negativity rained over me,
I was once a clear blue sky before it turned grey,
I wanted to ascertain life but now i just want to die,
I was once a believer, a Dreamer, a lover
I learnt to love sky, sun, moon, stars,
I loved everything that didn't rip me,
Now I'm broken, now I'm nauseated, now i hate every damn thing
Now i have cracks in my mind and heart but that's how i give off light.
Caught in the depths of my shadows within
Breathing in the plague of all the vermin
Nauseated stomach and bile on my chin
Lips begin to crack from dehydrated skin
Follicles die out so my hair starts to thin
Hard to move forward when my head only spins
Hallucinations of bright lights and shiny sequins
These days are already over before they begin
My mind rests in pain with all of the aspirin
While drowning out my system with tonic & gin
These days are already over before they begin
Caught in the depths of my shadows within
bmdavey@06/18/18
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