The world is your mirror, its stage such delight,
You're drunk on the elixir of endless limelight.
Ceaseless is the obsession for attention.
Baseless without foundation, a hollow pretension.
A dazzling array of endless phase shifts,
Keeps any analysis at bay in the mists.
Always in your face, so hard to dismiss.
Always in the media, a relentless hit-or-miss.
There's no let-up, no pause for reflection.
An endless light show, a blatant vivisection,
Of all sucked in by the Emperor resplendent,
Whose phosphorescent gall is transcendent.
Categories:
vivisection, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Sorry this party must end in such a grizzly way.
Next time maybe keep your hands off someones fiancé.
No I cannot let you go, you caused her such dismay.
Now a pleasant bit of vivisection, where's that tourniquet?
I hope you're ready for some fun because it's time to play.
You're going to be a work of art worthy of display.
Limb by limb of bone and all the skin that I will flay.
Oh, I didn't tell you here's the part I didn't say.
Ready yourself the surprise is you will be okay.
By that I mean wishing for death every single day.
Categories:
vivisection, betrayal, dark,
Form: Rhyme
connection
A longing, my dear stranger
expression
Put it all back together
I know it fits
We fit
Spiral dynamics
The mountain and
Its wet reflection
Reflected back to heaven
Upward, onward
Connection!
You're in my visceral section
I'm in your sacral area
With one heart between the both of us
Severed up and down
Sectioned side to side
Earth and Heaven
Male and Female
How long we bore this cross
This vivisection
Restore! Make whole!
Connection!
Pouring myself into you
Is exactly what i needed
Today
Tonight, i receive you
Interpenetration
Not up for interpretation
Coronal crown
life, so virile
with this eye
I see
we've overcome
Tomorrow, as though it were yesterday
The sacred serpent
Like a trumpet
To our lips
Writhed himself into us at the tip
And received our fluid chemistry
Producing musical harmony
what have we become?
when mastubation's lost its fun, my sweetest friend
connect
Connect
CONNECT!
HOLY
Holy
holy
Past, present, future
A single tapestry
Woven of a single fibre
Our very being
connection
Categories:
vivisection, love, myth, mythology, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Arms mutilated, Maggots devour my flesh
Legs amputated by my own volition
I am writhing in Indignation, resentment has grown
Here I am, undergoing vivisection
Screaming for my imperfection
I have lost all sense of hope
I am to die here, My blood, I am regurgitating
The Queen has used floral words
King has vomited maggots drenched in pus
Purified Intentions corrupted by toxic slurs
Categories:
vivisection, anxiety, beautiful, courage, culture,
Form: Free verse
Arms mutilated, Maggots devour my flesh
Legs amputated by my own volition
I am writhing in Indignation, resentment has grown
Here I am, undergoing vivisection
Screaming for my imperfection
I have lost all sense of hope
I am to die here, My blood, I am regurgitating
The Queen has used floral words
King has vomited maggots drenched in pus
Purified Intentions corrupted by toxic slurs
Categories:
vivisection, anxiety, beautiful, courage, culture,
Form: Free verse
The future dubs.
A pride is shattered.
The philanderer moon
sprawls over the
candlewick.
A ghost walks
through the wall.
A thin blade of
grass, holds the sun
for ransom.
Fireflies flutter in head
savagely.
I was not able to sleep.
What was the theme of the murder ?
No sugar, no salt
was worthy of death.
Satish Verma
Categories:
vivisection, art,
Form: ABC
For his fifth birthday, Heathcliff
Received a toy sword and sheath
With bubble mixture inside from
His absent-minded Uncle Keith.
It seemed an ideal gift.
Heathcliff tingled with pride,
Blowing heavenly bubbles
In the lugholes of his relations,
As they beamed with adult adoration
For a child achieving the easily achievable.
But twenty six years on, at sea,
Heathcliff was besieged by pirates
With six foot sabres gleaming
Like stainless steel cutlery.
Alas, our hero's bubble sword
Offered poor protection.
An Uncle's birthday bungling
Had doomed the lad to bloody vivisection.
Categories:
vivisection, birthday, satire,
Form: Free verse
It was a removed behavioral aspect
of a vivisection;
the moon had left
the grey anatomy of earth.
Crazy,
yes the system shows
sheer lunacy. The prudence
was chasing a smoke.
A long winged golden eagle
soars high for a prey of short limbs.
The opaque ankles
will not take the victim very far.
A cut-glass vase will have
an unrelenting rose, who was not
responsible for crucification,
like hawthorns.
Satish Verma
Categories:
vivisection, art,
Form: ABC
Those two big brown eyes,
they sit like two quiet double spies,
on the edges of my sanctity.
Probing my mind with their careful ponder,
traversing the crvices of my shaky stare.
Those two deep perfectly almond eyes,
become the watchmen on my lobby,
closing my doors as they see fit,
leaving me to question whos inside.
Those two never blinking pearl-shined eyes,
Become the ocean under my ship,
To which a thousand men mustve been swallowed,
always leaving my boat just about to slip.
Those two gentle delicate eyes,
become the spotlights on my surgery table,
Putting me under the knife,
cutting through the surface and the soft insides,
performing a vivisection on my life.
Those two eyes will never stop staring,
as I fall deeper into their crevice,
and if I shall hit the ground,
it will only be at their promise.
Categories:
vivisection, love, me,
Form: Free verse
Livid resurgence of the titanic, overshadowing a civilization.
Vivisection of a kingdom enveloping.
Oppressing destruction, death of a grandeur scale warms its heart.
Living under a hindering moon burrows deeper into his soul
Categories:
vivisection, death, science fiction
Form: Free verse
Fragmenting the oscillatory destiny, bounding amongst damnation. Tyranny divine
halts a bullet mid shot to incite havoc throughout your skull, slowly dissolving reality.
Beneath a sensuous veil the vivisection allures a prophetic dissociation. A cryptic
dissension of virtues hidden, poisoning infecting scathing. All angles considered yet
am I trapped willingly?
Categories:
vivisection, confusion, depression, introspection, love
Form: I do not know?
The tears have washed my sins.
Taming the dead,
I start a vivisection
of myths.
I take an impromptu walk,
go inside my weaker self,
abandon the pretention
and come face to face with the fear.
No portrait, no symbol,
no map was needed.
I was going to open a locked attic
to liberate the imprisoned past.
O colossus,
O my golden bird,
my sun baked grief has ripened
in ruins of desires. I am free.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
vivisection,
Form: I do not know?