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Junaid Khan Poem
Luminescent shadows follow me around, but vanish as I ask who’s there?
Scary monsters and super creeps wait on every corner; a voice whispers beware
I start running I’m trying to gather pace; I’m running faster and faster but I hardly move
The faster I run the slower the cadence becomes; asks the whisper what do you have to prove?
Am I running from monsters past or ghosts hiding in the future?
I turn my head frantically to listen; the whisper is faint in the viscous ether
My pillow absorbs my drenching sweat, my legs kick and run, no stable ground
Frightened heartbeats, timid murmurs beg for reprieve, no more whisper, I can’t hear the gentle sound
Images changing proportions, gravitation bending scary faces
Electromagnetic transformations, shadows form a gigantic ghost
No awakening, remain in your abyss, where is the whisper I need most
My consciousness is chained by subconscious spectres; confront the phantom, the chains do not break
Oh gentle whisper cut me loose, help me to these images forsake
Collisions, particles bombarding subliminal pores, expose my soul to ricochets of guilt, conflict, pain
Prescribed orbits, predetermined order or tangents of love and desire
What to do, whisper to me, I am become insane
I spiral down into depths unknown to conscious science
More scary monsters, more super creeps, more shadows changing hue
Awake from this abysmal torture, send a whisper, bring me back to you
Sticky ghouls and distant memories collide with alpha particles and gamma rays
Chromatic aberrations confuse my vision and distort awaiting silhouettes
I too collide, I too am distorted as I enter the chasm where the mind forgets
Subatomic beings coagulate as memories; juries of demons saturate gaseous mixtures
Bubbles and froth and osmotic spirits, hallucinations from black and white pictures
Parallel curves and helical lines bend and warp my mind, I cry I scream I want I need, break free!
No space no time no light no sound no love; guilty condemnation, empty reality
The central singularity beckons, no return from unconscious waste
Anonymous fields bind me, commanding struggle to abate
Dimensionless objects, cold physics, primordial fear; Nightmare, no reprieve, take me to my fate.
Copyright © Junaid Khan | Year Posted 2014
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Junaid Khan Poem
If I were a bee
With only one bite
I’d consider very carefully
Your most suitable site
Should I go round
Should I go flat
Or perhaps should I go for
What I’m looking straight at
Contrary to what
You may feel about me
My sting is in fact
A gratuity
It’s not out of malice
Or anger or hate
But a small memento
Of my psychological state
Depending of course
On the part that I choose
Will determine the passion
With which I infuse
So don’t be afraid
So don’t run away
As nature proclaims
I have to obey
Injecting my venom
In your delectable part
Is merely a cue
For me to depart
And when I am gone
And you tend to your sore
Remember my buzz
Which before you’d ignore
You see that’s all I can really do
For everything else, I haven’t a clue
A sting or a buzz, if only you knew
It’s not about me, it’s all about you.
Copyright © Junaid Khan | Year Posted 2014
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Junaid Khan Poem
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This is complete nonsense
Have you no conscience?
This means nothing
You’re just bluffing
Call this art?
You should tear it apart
It has no feeling
Most unappealing
Put it to scrap
This load of crap
Sod off
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Hah, Hah, Hah!
Copyright © Junaid Khan | Year Posted 2014
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