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The Crawl

If I had to choose
would I brave that dark sea
waves crashing relentlessly upon me
knocking aside the armor I've spent so long
meticulously piecing together

My heart is a fortress
made from clay
water is its natural enemy
and you on your island
are my greatest hazard

I am lost
this place is hostile
this place is intoxicating
a field of flowers that wafts in scents
so noxious in their delight
and so alight in their beautiful lament
that I have become contented
by their blissful deceit

My senses are distracted
my emotions discordant
I am wrapped by bliss and serenity
in a pinkish fluttering landscape
shining with translucent vibrating orbs
that hum rhythmically in hypnotic bliss
their touch gently imparts a melody
a beautiful sound so pleasing
that it effortlessly puts to sleep my demons
slowly slowly slowly
I fall asleep
aware that at night
this beautiful scenery shall come alive
in full reveal of its true form

It begins with wicked howls
and growls so low that the ground begins to shake
as the beautiful shapes begin their fall
the monsters emerge
and all those shiny
beautiful things
unfurl
their true forms revealed
monsters monsters monsters
all the lies I wrapped upon my vision
begin to unravel, and my fate is known
I slept willingly inside a monsters nest
knowing of it's deceptive nature
I napped
I slumbered
I slept, willingly.

In this place nearly as dark as my own mind
I found comforts in the vivid illusions
biding time to gather
biding time to steal
the strengths I needed
to stand
to move
the strength to fight
to love
the strength I needed
to be myself

I think to myself; what a mess
should I allow this wolf
to devour my heart
in exchange for the strength
to overcome my blackened vision?

Shall I again approach the world with eyes open
and to never allow myself again to be blinded
to truth, to suffering, to miseries
shall I wander forward
without shirking in defeat
with my body in shreds
my heart half devoured
to nimbly avoid those pitfalls
and wrench loose from my misery
the strength I require to scale my dreams
with nothing but
razor thin wire
which is dangled
from heights so far away
that my true destination
is shrouded by distances
further than these eyes can see
much farther than all my strength
wisdom and perseverance
could ever hope
to overcome
and still
the rope I've found has been set
and I begin my ascent
filled with terror
filled with awe
slowly slowly slowly
I ascend
to that place which is
beyond the wildest
of dreams

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Letters To Dead Poets; Chapter 1: To William Blake

In that endless night
we heed; cold and bitterness
unto the morning light
Sightless vision binds our eyes
madness disembarks into our lives
A cold dark prison earned
is the bittersweet sentence served
A life stolen and a life lived in hush
tis golden silence upon that burning bush

Trembling utterances on the grave
it's the human heart that we poets save
In this final night and in that coming day
let all that you dream become what may
for once the fires lit, the dream is here to stay.

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In response to:

"Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night"

From Auguries of Innocence, by William Blake

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Daily Writing: Write a Poem About Bananas

Sometimes you cruise through life
with blinders on
Completely unawares of those damned
slippery bananas

At every turn and corner they lurk
like a lion on the savanna
and you, in this scenario; a gazelle
Hopping and skipping along
Sipping your Starbucks,
playing among us on your phone

And that not so benevolent banana
Sees right through you
It whimsically pierces your deepest depths
Every secret in your heart
It knows..
IT KNOWS.

And just when you least expect it
You'll find yourself staring up at the sky
Wondering what could have possibly
upturned your life so

The truth is
That banana had your ticket punched
Since at least that time you did
that one thing you never speak about

You're kind of lucky it took this long
Honestly.

So remember, all your deeds; good and bad
Are carefully scrutinized by
your local supermarket banana section
They have means, and departments
for this kind of thing

So mind your manners, and try to avoid
Encounters with those oh so benevolent creatures
that we so nonchalantly like to call
The banana.

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Letters To Dead Poets; Chapter 1: To Homer and Mark Twain

What muse comes fourth
and in what form and creed?
I must admit, I am touched in the head
and my insides barren and sore

So shall today's seed be sown
or shall its fruit be harvest?

Shall this dry barren desert
once again become an oasis
a wellspring of infinite divine inspiration?
or today shall you be fickle and elusive?
Fraught with hazard and demanding payment?

Perhaps a self-immolation, or a broken heart?
or mayhaps just one of my arms shall suffice?

My fellow poets rejoice!

Oh what gifts they bring, insanity and more!
Chariots of plagues and stinging maladies of mind
Poets rejoice for the thunder of pain is upon us!

The muses loving embrace brings forth whisperings of agonies
The grandest heights of sublime joy!
And the quiet murmuring of our own unending sorrows

The time is ripe for harvest, but pluck with care!
For tonight's dreams are fraught with hazards
they bring tidings of irresistible magics
an odyssey into the grandest of divine palaces
and a view into the most nightmarish of hells
destinations of a sort to make the sanest men go mad-
and all this for just the low low price
of your humble friend here's sanity

Though they may yet regret bargaining for the sanity of a man who possesses none!

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Too Much Tumultuous

I can't quite remember how I got here
It apprehends my vision, apprehends my senses
my hiding places are very well hidden
and there's no way to stay
this maddening day from my vision.

All the tensions created by hollow past
and freshly minted beating heart
devolves into a relentless friction
insistent upon being first to dine
my past and future lives
exist simultaneously in contention

What remains when I forget myself
except this fraught heedless destruction;
bitter solitude; angst without a reason
pity and shame, and dullness of perception

It comes from a place so deep
that even in my reluctance
I cannot prevent these floods of dark emotions
from spilling over into rivers of deception
I live trembling before my own regressing hatred
A trap of mindless self obsession
A poor fate that is soon to be forgotten
knowing that one day this will all be over,
and just one step too far will never be forgiven

It's plain as day I am begrudged by fate
and if I thought a single difference it would make
I'd offer my condolences, or is it apologies?
Either way it's all a little late.

Oroboros wrapped around the world
or is it just around my heart?
Slithering from one day to the next
I'd say what's on my mind
but there's no one there to listen

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Stories Hence

All of our songs and stories
are written to hold the shadows at bay
but each evening long dark arms
unrelentingly slink across the land
ever so slowly and inevitably
they blossom out of the receding light

Their arrivals are foretold
prophets penned of their ashen fingertips
that cast our fleeting moments into dusk
our theaters of light to shade
and our pain and sorrows to silence

A loud clamoring presents itself
shouts and screams fill the air thickly
louder and louder it grows
until the clamoring yields
to a crescendo of cries and prayers unanswered
they slam up against the encroaching shadows
as though to ward off their inevitable arrival

A fool's errand

For the night alone bears silent witness
and scribes solemn and eternal testament
to the beauty of all ephemeral things

"Alas, such endings must come
for you see all things do perish
and all things inexorably decay"

And in just this way we arrive
to write our songs and stories
filled with beautiful new beginnings
of art and love and hope and joy
pages and pages hence
that hold the shadows at bay

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Artistic Contemplation

My world moves, who's speaking?
who's bleeding? I'm bleeding?
I'm bleeding! My demons!
a gentle reminders all I need
a subtle contemplation
on idle tendencies that destroy
we reap what is sown, I fear my face
who's to say, what's gained
what's lost
or whom

I'm nothing, nothing nothing nothing!
I'm here, I'm not
please forgive me
I'm not here anymore
not here
not here
anymore!

I let the sound in
I let it destroy me
within it's palace
I am known, unknown
I am healed
It pierces
all that's vulnerable
all that's pained
all that's bleeding
it makes me whole
it makes me lost
it makes me gone
breath breath breath
I can't breath
I can't stop
Seething
Bleeding
I seethe
I am..
I am..
not here.

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Friends

Confronted by a towering wall
spanning miles above me..
..I..

Get a grip! says one of my men.
it shan't be long now-
attach the hooks and wires,
and climb-!

As I stumble towards the wall
something arches fourth
from my stomach
some kind of muck or mire
comes rushing forward
and my mind disappears

Awakened by the foul stench
of burning sulfur and coal
I open my eyes, groggily
and though blurry and strained
I perceive small little hooven feet
dancing about me

Yet no fear is within me
my aversions long gone
for this sight is one
I have grown accustomed to
I live among them
pray among them
I search my soul
which is littered with
legions of these horned monsters
each having various faces
are they me?
are we you?
are we sane?

I hardly care anymore
the clutter strewn about
is what remains of my
sanity
the cobwebs attest
to just how long
I've treaded hereabouts
I'm tired...
I say good Sirs, and Madams
I am so very tired.

Shall we fetch you a cup of tea, sir?
No, get me that bottle over yonder
Yes, Sir-!
Mam, the bottle appears to be empty
Empty you say-?!
I swat away the pest
and hunt for something by which
I can use to dim the light of my vision
stampedes of friends bring me many more gifts
illusions, fantasies, various pains, and love letters
each smiling with crooked menacing teeth
they appear gifts in hand, and up to evil no doubt

Sir, shan't you take your morning brew?
Madam, I have taken it, and I am indeed due for more

With cup in hand, I ask of my friends
to lay me down and help me to sleep
using their tiny hands and arms
they pull shut my eyelids,
and as I begin to lose my vision
I perceive in the distant clouds
the saddened face of someone I once knew
frowning
as the face disappears into the moisturous clouds
I faintly remember I had something to do
or maybe somewhere to be?
However for now
I think I shall enjoy various brews and cups laden with
miseries
and I shall share them with my horned and bedeviled friends
because my body, mind, and soul
has come to very much resemble them
or perhaps they me?

Cheers.

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Daily Writing: Write About Rain

Raindrop keeps falling
On my head..
But it isn't rain
It's urine
and some drunk guy mistook my
tent for a portapotty

It's so ing hot and humid
and now my tent smells like hot piss
What a ing night

And those tenders I ate earlier
I'm pretty sure they were bad
My stomach is rippin and roaring

That poor drunk bastard
stumbled off and fell asleep 
round the corner

If only he knew just how bad
those tenders were
He'd realize just the sort
of liquid hell thats about
to come raining down on him

Let's see him sleep
on this hot and humid night
with his tent smelling like
putrid

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Leviathan

Some nightmares find you
while you are sleeping
Others apprehend you
in the midday sun

Some nightmares seize you
and pull you into the darkness
from where you stand
in the midday sun

Those are the type of nightmares
that freeze my blood
Those are the types of midday dreams
where everything is nothing
and nothing is as it seems
Those are the type of nightmare
that drives me to my knees in prayer
beside myself in fear of the midday sun

A mind fractured
and cast away into the sun
There they appear; those apprehensions
legions of haunting apparitions
with malevolent intentions
those which freeze me in solitude
in the heat of the afternoon sun

I am screaming
I am clawing
Am I screaming?
Am I clawing?
Who is that pounding!
Who is that pounding at my walls?!

That is my monster
that which fosters
occupancy in my thoughts

A nightmare
This is what pursues me
That is what moves me
and keeps me awake
screaming at myself
at the top of my lungs
in the heat of the midday sun.