I'm afraid to shower
Cuz then my insides will be crappier
Maybe I'm meant to see it
Perhaps that's as it should be
My impulse, so narcissistic
My worries, for the most basic
My memories, oh so depressing
My image, oh so pathetic
I soliloquize in plural
To cope with a thought so brutal
That there is no version of me,
Not even one
That I can ever truly love.
Categories:
soliloquize, pain,
Form: Free verse
Shadows of unfulfilled fate
On the wall of my mind
Hugely drawn, awaken my spirit
On foamy bed, wild and soft
Lost in hush soliloquize, I lay
Stomach plastered to the earth,
As I watch the crave for breathe
Of mummies living in the home
Build six feet below earth surface
With no response to their thunderous scream
And my ears deaden
By the whispers of whisht
Breaking the border of gloom
While in vain struggle for rebirth.
Despite the dread encompassing every step,
I stroll down the quiet dark street
Of my thought without second thought.
It’s a quiet place,
Like a yard of graves
Filled with a thousand tenants
In horrible camouflage, all but dumb.
Categories:
soliloquize, horror,
Form: Free verse
How deep is this mark,
this ridge of pale skin?
When, when will the sun
do its cursed work?
Shall it never cease
branding me as one
of two, when one,
I am, now at peace?
Will it eat at my heart
from waking till dreaming,
through each day's end,
from each one's start?
Will it forever cling,
like Duncan's blood
to this rough skin,
afore a madness making?
Shall I, a somnambulist rise
like the dread Lady did
in her anguish, this
pink mark to soliloquize?
Tan, tan damn skin,
tan, I say....
Categories:
soliloquize, humor,
Form: Rhyme
“1 LOOK AT 1”
1 look at the queen
1 look at the heroine
Who fought my battle in strength
I perceive her fragrance, I wonder.
I move obliquently, I see your nature
Yes, dark or fair in complexion you may be,
Yet I fall at your feet
And beg for your love.
You make me smile for nothing
I feel intoxicated at 1 glimpse at you
I soliloquize for your sake
Just 1 look at 1,
Is what I desire most.
Joseph .C. John
Categories:
soliloquize, love,
Form: Sonnet
By what labyrinthine repetitions,
by what agile, precise divisions,
by what accretions, do we compile
a life's arcane hieroglyphs,
its subtle, unmathematic mysteries?
What cold calculus shall we yet invent
to construct the introspective model?
What distribution curve, what standard deviation,
shall predict the time remaining 'tll we exist
entirely in a universe of our own creation?
Shall we make of stars mere red-shifted
spectral lines on photographic plates?
Will heartache be reduced to sine waves,
mapped by styli on graduated rolls
revolving in precise concurrence
with computed average biologic rates?
Shall we expunge the record from the file,
shall we precipitate a system crash?
What key will be called escape and which restore?
What impulse may span the neural gap,
what synapsis presage what deity?
And will there be a world left to explore?
Will we stop to soliloquize?
What obeisance shall we require?
Piety is no mark of barren earth and rocks,
nor of sterile wind and raging fire.
Categories:
soliloquize, education, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse