death cannot endure eternity ~ if it could we’d never be born
(quote by poet)
Find rhapsody, great rhapsody, fomenting on high seas
Come lift up waves of despondency, I’m flailing so deep
Bamboozle revenant senses, restore my latent zeal
Overwhelm one million fold, melancholy drowning me
Find ecstasy, give ecstasy, paralyse me with bliss
I’m hooked on saline solution, and compelled to resist
Rejuvenate exuberance, nullify emptiness
I want to be possessed again, in a wild wanton kiss
Find buoyancy, come buoyancy, aerate this lowly soul
Raise me up to the firmament, let heaven take control
I’ll face down blackest ether, see beyond its parasol
Never again to sit stagnant, just to bow shall I stall
Find gravity, sheer gravity, falls short on temple steps
Pressurising in nature, stopped dead in a gods codex
Free now to bathe in mercy, overcome but not by depth
Expanding on forever, where beginnings intersect
By
David Kavanagh
Howmanysyllables checked x14
When and if the time should ever
come when all is said and that can
be has been done
And the only signs or form of life
that remains is being kept alive
via electronic machines
Believing he could no longer or would
wish to fight on otherwise he surely
would have
Then gather round all that loved this
poor soul whilst still alive for 1 last
final remaining time
Unplug the tubes that aid them breathe
switch off the whaling pinging machines
signaling heartbeat arithmetics
Disconnect the saline solution glucose
drip colostomy bag and statistics patches
covering them from head to toe
Release them from their comatose state
and living nightmare
For this is life in name only alive but
not alive to the world
And rather let all their dreams come true
forevermore and after that day too as
well
And in so doing so let also the living move
on to not join them in their daily grief and
pain as well
To celebrate life not just only death
Are you the hero of your own
dime novel
Are you the toy at the bottom
of the cracker jacks box
Are you the name on the wall
of the public bathroom
Are you the saline solution
they use to detox
Are you that groove in the record
that repeats over again
Are you a promise forgotten
carried off by a friend
Are you a serial spectator
whose ticket’s not punched
Are you a banquet disaster
in search of your lunch
Is your mirrored reflection
left empty and cold
Is the one option left you
—forlorn but foretold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
Jezebel, you ****
Gather your composure
before the curtain goes up
Wipe away those crocodile tears
falling from your right eye
Left eye is still a predator,
so don't touch the baited trap
when Jezebel starts to cry
Accept the Oscar award,
best actress you truly are
No one has your cunning,
you're the most devious by far
Jezebel, you drunken whore
That phony saline solution,
streaming down your face,
will mar your perfect makeup for sure
As you stagger across the stage,
spilling wine from a cup onto the floor
Fake insincere boo hoo hoos
aren't supposed to be delivered
before the final ceremony act
Let the losers take their bow,
but first pull your knife out their back
As hated rivals whisper how
you smeared them with fabricated attacks
Poisoned darts shot to the liver,
sinister sobs welcome the tragic news
Beware when Jezebel is bawling,
crying her eyes out over hurting you
Her toxic tears will have your skin crawling,
such a sick twisted Jezebel thing to do
I was running from a riddle's metaphors
In a house constructed without doors
I kept running into rooms where I had already been
Now the soles on my boots are wearing thin
Speeding up is the only option I've yet to try
Sanity has been obscured by my runner's high
An echoing noise I fear I shall hear forevermore
Are the sounds of salty tears peppering the floor
My mind's pencil was having trouble drawing breaths
And my tank was running on the vapors fuel had left
The slick saline solution that covered the ground
Ironically took its creator down
Slipping on a teardrop I landed next to the truth
Only to find that is was lacking couth
It's sophistication was riddled with holes
As if a chunk of swiss were at the controls
I ease towards the cheese on the set trap
I grab the holy truth and I hear a, SNAP!
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For the contest : I slipped on a teardrop and landed.....
Sponsored by : Cindi Rockwell
Written on : Summer Solstice 2016
deep in the sea bleached white
whale bones sing in thier chains.
chamber music in the depths
i heard them in the night
lowering the stars as they sank
moving heavily through their watery
hymnals.
i swam in those dark waters and
kept on dreaming of their forms
until blue became black and a
saline solution filled my lungs
under a cold sky the icy constellations
spun round my magnetic head
i drowned my angel in
a bottle for need of words.
i drank in silence shades of green and
brown to swallow aloud all the others
until blue became white
and blood became bone
to numb in my icy marrow like
jonah, i prayed to be spat up on dry ground.
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