EROS AND THANATOS
Only we will ever know
The sadness of our love
Like stone climbing ivy
The ramparts far above
What waters it will wake
A cold indifferent lake
Thrashing in the shallows
Crashing in the waves
Smooth, a shell abandoned
Tangled in the weeds
Soft and supple moss
Growing on the trees
What wounded prey to follow
What forests we will stalk
On paths beaten narrow
We alone have walked
A war of resistance
Beaten into dust
Only we will ever know
The sadness of our loss
Enigmatic entropy endeavours the devouring of my depressive tendencies
In the form of an effaced anonymity
Pledging a tender hand to thwart the destruction of my anatomy
Distraught estrangement of in-autonomous tailing tellings
Shall cast this faceless stranger astray
Beyond the smooth syllables of an identifying name
For these hounds that thrash in the thick of sleep
And so do weep of singularity in accompanying company
Shall chase, shall gnaw at the face, the hand that feeds the freer frailty of freedom
And chaff this chance of a chance to escape
These samsaras of silence for the requiem of a dallied day
Dancing and dashing and prancing and thrashing
In the estranged fixation of this strange savior
That wilt know not of my inner ills, beyond the disfigurement of mine own outer mutilation
K.M.P
18//9//26
I love lapping up that sound that can only be natural.
Boom.
I wake up to clouds illuminated for a moment.
I saw that bolt strike a tree come crashing, and thrashing down.
Shivers.
I saw myself as a caterpillar in that tree.
Got whisked away, burned, or survived magically.
So yes, I love storms, even though they chase my inner sanctuary with those ideas.
I have this soft spot for these walls and roof.
But still.
When I go back to sleep?
I dream of the howling wind.
That seems to emanate from under my bed.
Cozy.
DISASTER RECOVERY
I lifted her up and she tore us down. Twas my ignorance that was my downfall. I was just a ticket to escape her tragedy, a bargain price prince at her ball? She wanted a world where she writes the script, a tidal wave in search of landfall. I was that fool whose wool could be pulled, until the pressure hit my sea wall.
The levy gave way to a horrible flood, thrashing everything it could reach. The land was covered in hatred and blood, and triggered my dam to be breached. The torrent took vengeance long over due, can't pray it away, it can't be beseached. It'd had it's fill, turning mountains to hills and the bodies washed up on the beach.
I mopped up the blood and burried the corpses, and took my kids to a much better show. One that healed trauma, bread courage and strength, and all that they needed to grow. I've tried to take heed of all life has to teach, because I had to grow up all alone, I made it my rule, they'd not be that fool, now we all love safe in the know.
melancholic tidings—
optimism asystolic, now
fool’s paradise.
laconism stentorian
saline fluid agglomerating
“malignant” obfuscates,
formulates black stars.
fluttering, clouting
against ghostly pale tile.
aesculapian screams
circumnavigate weak cerebrum,
foxtrotting endlessly,
cold-blooded mockery.
serene bedrest
sinking linen counterpane.
morphing, suffocating
anaemic stature,
tasting like metal.
thrashing abnormal growth
actuate tunnels unending
i feel it.
i feel everything.
head encumbrance,
vessels strangulated,
blue skin a horror.
needle-punctured, scanned.
inhuman study. a specimen,
neglected medical non-priority.
fragile. no mind.
deteriorating. weaker.
sick. morningly.
please. help. ignored.
stained. vomit. pale.
monitor accelerating.
oxygen. chemotherapy.
please. help. me.
i. am. human.
bottom. medical. food. chain.
neglect. oxygen. oxygen.
oxygen. oxygen.
need. medicine.
nurses.
loud.
sonorous.
ringing.
light.
hunger. thirst. taste. smell. vision. touch. hearing.
taste. smell. vision. touch. hearing.
vision. touch. hearing.
touch. hearing.
dont. go.
hearing.
loud.
asystole.
Salty silver silence sips soul
Communicating amethyst anger
The heat fuming like red volcano
Words like white vinegar oozing
Careful what you say during erosion
Can cause damage explosion corrosion
Passion painted with tar and heavy heart
Lighted ignited with precision you spark
When upset you are a ball of liquid fire
Splashing thrashing flailing failing desire
I’ve learned to navigate stay out of way
to ride the tide of your temper one more day
Hatred, see the world with love?
Sure. That can't be helped.
Agony, arc. O alcove:
Wendigo is whelped.
Sickening loss, tempest toss.
Hard work, go to waste.
No use hanging on the cross!
Bitter is the taste!
Caiman, the gulf floor. Abhor?
Oh, good sir, you bet.
O computer, where's the door?
Aren't we fancy-fret.
Thrashing round the thresher?
O chaff blue, from brown grain.
Cannibal, refresher?
That flesh, sir! Deign to drain!
Red mountain, yellow forest.
Wild will be that fire.
Lava, ignite. Pray, poor pest.
Sad thy sprawling sire.
Parents, clutch thy offspring?
We do the best we can.
Sacrosanct? Sick? Silvering?
Reconcile run? Ran.
Ghastly gale. Green gibbous glow.
Cobalt blue bad moon.
Captive, open door. Let's go?
Well, it's none too soon.
Tiny crosses. Metal.
They fell straight from the sky.
On that cliff? Gas pedal!
Eternity, odd eye...
Snow
frosting
woodlands white;
sun beating down
on barren landscapes;
the floating solitude -
of being immersed in space
or in the depths of an ocean
that resonates muffled quietude.
How fickle is a world in which we
can experience elsewhere the
tumultuousness of storms
pelting crops or thrashing
seashores, and the mad
roar of dragons
in forests
spitting
Fire
Whirling, and howling.
Just spins and spatters.
So chase planets in your head.
Tingles like anti-thoughts.
Eyebrow raising, gentle gasping, and nodding like brush strokes.
Or even weird pieces of paper thrashing from the words.
I have a note.
Tells her I can’t do any talking.
I chewed my hair like it was death or gum.
Chase planets in orbit.
Or write something with your hands.
Wrapped in a bubble
Of inescapable sorrow
Joy out of reach
Hoping for a new day
A day all will be lost
To start life afresh
Let go of the hurt
Inflicted by one’s kindred
Blurred voices reach out to me
Wishing to save me from myself
Some live,
Others die trying
Every word uttered is pain
Because of them who hurt me
I should be vengeful
Strangely a sense of relief washes over me
As realization dawned
At noon time
Let go of the demons within
And accept help
Waging wars and thrashing thunders
Yield no success
Alas Kiara is saved by his stripes
She is healed.
The ink dark sky choked with ripened longing
with a face darkened and stricken with fear toward the inner sea
spills a whistle stained with traces of your hair
In the thrashing strong wind a mind lost shower
plants the thorn of memories grown in Udo
and scores the shoulder of Seongsanpo sleeping in stillness
Caught in the defiant shove of the departing shower I
gently seized as if falling into sleep by the touch of the leaving wind
flow toward the pooled water where you remain
We sat in the dark on the edge of our couch
Someone scrunched closer, giving me a bit of an ouch
It was the paw of my dog, whose eyes were big too
Next to him was his cat friend, we call her Old Blue
My teenage sister was sitting close to her boyfriend Bill
They were told I could not watch scary movies, and still….
Here I was on a Friday night watching blood come out of a drain.
I was screaming and thrashing, this horror movie was pain!
Take it easy said my sis, her boyfriend put his arm around me.
I felt a bit safer, but could not look at the black and white TV.
The next scream was my sister’s, and I was glad of that.
My parents came home and turned the TV off in seconds flat.
Demons
Deep in the forrest of the depth of my soul
lived an insecure wretch down deep in his hole.
He was not long ago forsaken to rot,
secluded and shamed for the hell he hath wrought.
The soul can not soar without faith in the sky.
It hides in the darkness ashamed but to try.
Violently thrashing this life and that past,
ever uncertain, indecisive, outcast.
Internal strife of his own psyche's make,
In cold damp dark left to shiver and shake.
A stranger to self, another man's role,pathetic disguise from self despised soul.
This wretched recluse, self-exiled underground,
must meet his demise before hope can be found
Mindful but stubborn embracing the pain,
a delicate task this breaking of chains
Many facades each a further misfit,
hiding his truth down his insecure pit.
Razed and disected, his weakness confessed
Little repose to a man self obsessed
Desperately clawing from damnable depths.
Dragging his psyche up arduous steps.
Battered and bruised and humbly unaware
How bright his light shines, from depths whence he cares.
So It Does
Gently tickling the tree tops as the giggling leaves frolic and play in the sultry summer sun.
Caressing and cooling the skin, it's fingers run freely through loose lavish locks like no lover can.
Nary a notice when blasting the blades made to siphon it's strength, spinning, working, it solders on consistent, strong, always unrestrained.
Billowing the buxom sails urging ever onward into the unknown daring adventures to be had.
Whispery kisses to majestic mountains takes tiny fractured flecks in time making jagged crests and regal peaks wither in it's wake
Fine desert sand, it's dunes Slithered slowly like waves across the wilderness, suddenly, voraciously with great velocity enveloping the sky, stripping flesh from bone.
Compelling the atmosphere downward thrashing twisting demanding the earth to surrender whatever it desires.
A soaring galactic vortex spun up from the oceans bowels stalking it's victims, dumping it's deadly deluge with ferocity and force.
Shifting sands and powered mills,
dancing leaves and withered hills,
Typhoons swirl and twisters spin
friend or foe, I give you the wind.
Lightning strafed
the carbon sky
with blazing spears
and monster fangs.
Deep thunder boomed
like cannon fire
and rent clouds
from dreamless rest.
The grey néphos
wept profuse
to see havens
gored.
On the bridge
a maiden cowered
her moggy cat
in tow.
Sail and mast
trembled, racked;
a bygone king
bowed to pray
tossed on waters
thrashing wild.
The tempest sighed
gagged.
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