In impressions:
I reflect...
my expressions retract...
In composite cycles
I react...
Burning optics of set cycles
Spins
Around
Falling
Down,
Swirls, twirls to a stop.
I see lightning striking the ground.
Echos of reality
Excite liquids lights of delight.
Nanoseconds of thought, interact...
Spun perceptions like spiders at night
Memories are snared here in moments of silence
Of treason and crimes
Impressions die in optic’s artificial dawn
After the flesh, countless dry desires, expire...
In melancholy's pyres
Histories are burned to ash
Blow in endless winds of creations
Silent raging storm
Expression of birth and images die.
All bleeds at the edges of space
Crashing into star stuff.
Falling, buried in dead flesh
sunsets in a sea of oblivion
Faces awash in red flaring sand
like a car rusted machinery’...
Optics react
Date coalesces facts
The images blur
Information Redacts!
As I walk along a lonely path
…into oblivion...
to the edge of the sea, I emerge…
I stand and scan a Fractured Land.
Categories:
redacts, allegory, allusion, analogy, angst,
Form: Free verse
I’m going to make you feel my pain,
I’m sewing hate,spool of misplaced thread,
Stitch my view, mistakes fed,
Wish I knew how to heal my head.
In my lane, going insane, never thought my thoughts would cane my brain.
Whiplashed, my mind splashed back
Only to attack my own body sake
Lonely In fact, my mind commits then redacts, admits then retracts , misfit in weighted slacks. Hissy fit in a trapped contradicted map.
Laid out to waste, can’t even come to trace, these steps that revolve around a torn state,
I was born in late, docs made a mistake,
Now I want to drop a bomb and level this whole place.
But not literally just in case the idiocy is too timid to see the truth in my taste.
Categories:
redacts, anger, anxiety, dark, depression,
Form: Rhyme
AS I STROLLED PAST THE PAST
I saw a soul so seductive
A wild woman with wile
Meeting her would have been counter-productive
Because I am a fool given to guile
She strolled by me with a stimulating smile
Yet I simply frowned in response
My life wouldn’t become hers to defile
For I am akin to a candle searching for a sconce
I am a candle being burned at both ends
As the flame heads for the center of wax
I have too many enemies but precious few friends
And love is something reality redundantly redacts
I watched the woman walk wondrously by
But I’ve known too many ladies who lie
They voice falsehoods and then say “goodbye”
As weariness and woefulness grow nigh
They come nearer to me than I need them to be
While the seductive tempt me with a grin
I don’t want to know why they want to know me
Because only a fool would want the scurrilous to begin
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Categories:
redacts, angst, me, woman, me,
Form: Quatrain