Skin scrubbed completely clean
A strict cleansing routine
An uncontrollable invasion in the skin
Making my mind run thin
The painful skin infections
One of my many imperfections
There is no stopping them
No way of knowing where they stem
There is no cure
Only a guarantee they will reoccur
A daily drench in chemical
Only an antibacterial
Lotions creams and pills
Nothing that kills
They are a parasite
No way to win the fight
Taxing on the brain
Such a mental strain
Painful to sit stand and walk
Can only cry and squawk
This will never go away
Only when I decay
sitting in a river of ghosts
watching regrets flow
through the red evening sky
in smoke scented clouds.
the warmth of the air
eclipses the coldness of memories shivering
in the viscosity of the conscious mind.
tidal waves of created illusions
shattered by the power of being;
the dark of the light
lifted by dragonfly wings.
Parasites
there is a tiny mite
that lives on our face
but does not bite
it is a species of arachnid
that’s so small it’s outta’ sight
it bores in to our pores
and only comes out at night
it dines on our sebaceous oil and ear wax
and on dead skin, for dessert, it does delight
they are with us from birth to death
so, no use putting up a fight
each time you look in your mirror, just remember
you are looking at their campsite
they have a very short life
they live no more than a fortnight
if you happen to see some specks
they might be those nasty Demodex!
A lesbian with a twisted plan
The deadliest of all scams
Working out a way to reproduce and spry
She donated eggs like the cuckoldry
Later gathering info on unexpected couples
And monitor the progress of her post natals
Until the time finally comes
For her to gather her young
With the unexpected couples slaughter
She ran away with her three daughters
Different city
Different identity
The children unaware of the crimes
Grew very close like twine
And they all lived happily ever after
Same mother but different father
Parasites are they
Alive only by the skin of someone's magic
A weird trick that keeps their memories
Solidly out of comfortable reach
Forcing them to keep their counsel
As one when we they listen to each other
Which is not often
Ice King and Marceline
Barely hanging on, surviving only because
Of their determination to feel themselves again.
United in their despondency
Losing themselves
Through their unique symbiotic relationship
Fighting through the wreckage of a world
Riding the crown of their own truths
Neither of them truly
royalty
Parasites actually
Parasites, these
unremembered memories
unbidden guests
made themselves at home
within my breast
And suckled in silence
‘til lifeblood waned
vitality drained
only traces remain
of who I was
Now I have become
an ungracious host
shadowy ghost
in a hollow shell
with nothing to feed
these guests’ great need
Odd sensation of wriggling
I feel them digging
their way out of my skin
as alarmed I view
their fight for survival
breaking through
Parasites, these
obtrusive memories
no longer silent
swollen full of violent
past imagery
painful to see
(NOTE: This is NOT a new write- I actually wrote this in 2015, but I thought it might give someone else an idea for the "Remembering What You Want To Forget" Poetry Contest)...
Bugger off Shingles!
Go away fleas! I don't need
Itchy skin disease!
Shameful Parasites On the Public
By Elton Camp
Here is what this write is intended to do
It’s an indictment, not of most, but of few
Law enforcement has people of integrity
Who protectors of the public try to be
Most every community will have some
Who are ignorant, rude and greedy scum
Police work is a last-resort job they take
To give them a paid, extended coffee break
They delight to hide behind a sign or tree
So that passing motorists are unable to see
There, well concealed, they will park
Until they see one who’s an easy mark
Young, elderly, Hispanic or black
Siren wailing, they’re on the track
Though the fine is their actual game
The public’s safety is their bogus claim
It’s in a speed trap that they’ve laid
To keep their own salary well paid
Of many small town, motorists beware
For cops like this may be lurking there
In such a place, never spend a dime
They use cops who are stinking slime
Mosey along, the martyr strode
Mishmashed mouthpiece-
An emblem crusted implode
What struck him dusty-
A fanciful future
Rhymed in dust heaps
Communal swelling
The measure is conspicuous
We've been trained
To magnify the magician's farm
Glowing on the backs
Of extracted wealth
Misery soon follow
The amped up road rage
Within a city's targeted swallow
Makes motion corrosive
And divine beings, we ransack
For gas guzzling chase
All tongue-in-pie spasms
When magnetic plates quake
Find your parallel
If you can listen
The phonetic flowers drawn ghostly
No hurry
Just parasites to be buried
I am the word that grasps your soul and twists
An iota of sorrow or joy into your subconscious
I speak truth and you interpret, absorb or reject
Your silver clad universe is not my cloud filled sky
Your autumn soft earth is not the path that I tread
But your suffering is the pain that aches my heart
I am the word
You are the faceless one that takes my offspring
And delivers it prematurely stillborn to the world
That lays its corps in some far off barren desert
Dances a dance of pleasure on its alabaster bones
Chants a song of praise as nectar becomes carrion
Then rinse your palate with the gall of the unjust
You are the faceless one
You are my rock that lifts me above the raging sea
That wraps me in your cloak on chill winter nights
You go barefoot to enable me to walk stony trails
That lead to high places I have not even envisaged
You welcome me to exalted company without gain
Then lay me on a bed of lavender scented words
You are my rock
All my life,All my days
Wolves and sheep alike flock with me
Like a magnet,they are drawn to me
Like bees,they swarm around me.
Sucking my honeycomb to Sahara
Like mosquitoes,they bite and go
but like Twist,they want more
Vampires,what a befitting title.
They've built roofless shelters
Right in the corner of my pocket,
the home of my juiciest fruit
believing in its strong cover,
when the rainy days roll in.
They milk me dry with their pincers,
Descending on my defenseless self
Pouncing on my vulnerability
Like a relentless leech,
they hold on to my apron.
Ripping me has become a hobby.
Till i am as dry as the fig,
my udder will be home to them.
Venomous blood sucking parasites
They will follow me to the end.
The parasites
To survive mosquitoes suck blood
The female mosquito needs blood
So that she can lay her eggs
Donate blood be generous
The male don’t, non-violent kind
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Fourth place winner in
Contest: Areyou bugged? (Limericks)
Beware of dare damsels who come around
When you have enough and abundance
You notice their presence
Only when they want from you
They serve you
Only when they get from you
She makes you happy and fulfilled
But the reason is your materials
Pray or pretend you have no more
And you will never have seen
Such rejection and desertion
So let no one enslave and capture you
For you may become unbalanced
When you have nought.
Now that money is more than love
They look for the enormous
No matter how little
Be vigilant as sycophants are every where.
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