Poetry #too.

My Life Is a Swamp That Doesn't Move

They've replaced the guy
who delivers my mail
with someone who's not
quite
so early
but instead
a little more
late.

They've replaced the guy who
delivers
my mail.
Why did they have to
do that?

Why?

Why?

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

Anyway,
I'm sitting here
on the sofa
waiting for dear old Borges
to arrive
through that tiny slot
on the door.

I'm sitting here on the sofa
waiting
and writing about it.

Death Comes to Greet Us All With Flowers and a Smile

I know it makes little sense
to whine about a knee or two
but yesterday
walking all the way to the post office
to pick up a registered letter
containing a wireless USB modem
and then to the burger joint and
then back home again
(forgetting all about the horses)
was a painful experience.
Not as painful as being stabbed
or beaten with a hammer
or hit by a fire
truck,
but painful,
nonetheless.
It's as if they
(the knees) had been
locked in some abnormal
position
to keep me from going any-
where.

So for the rest of the day I just sat there,
looking for a good picture
of Winona Ryder,
but couldn't
find
any.

what it is and what it is not, is it not?

not quite like a shovel
but even more so like half a broommmmmmmmm
and very much so
indeed!

yet - they call it
a stick.

they
have wronged
us all.

Part I - The Room, the Mirror, and the Forgotten Promise.

The Room

Twin lovers are in the room
Breaking down upon their rules
The morning's coming soon
Their passion the hot sun fuels

Rhythmically holding song
Joined from lip to waist
Their love is coming strong
A fleeting beggar's taste

One mirrored fighting
Sparked from a fear
Their words are biting
They cause a tear

And in one blinking eye
The disappearance of lust
A world beget from a cry
A land of only dust

The Mirror

Fresh scars appear somehow
Upon the right hand's brow
As it moves to the left
Their love become bereft

The reflective window pane
Is opened from cold stain
Lifting high upon the spurn
As the earth begins to burn

Disappear into the cold glass
Forgiveness forlorn to pass
Couple's image fades away
To greet another day

And with the final touch
This world has taken too much
Then shatters all beyond
This sideways crystal pond

The Forgotten Promise

With the seal so closed
Locked behind a sullen gaze
The mirror cries alone
And alone it surely stays

Pathways are lost for now
Together with a rusted promise
Worn from the cuts of time
Born from a will to accomplish

To attach images to words
Pile thoughts over a soul
Capture someone's heart
Memories take their toll

So a pivotal piece forgotten
Fallen through the crack
Divided sense of security
Crumbling at her back...

Part II - The Desert World

The right hand thrust into a sea of fire
One sided oblivion, dead reaction, earth's ire

Choking on the dust under his feet and in him
Breathless exasperation from darkness, so dim

Endless expanse for all his one eye can see
Lost traveler of the other side's eternity

Sprawling megalith, oasis in sweltering mist
At the gates so closed and pounding his fist

Shouting out to no one and to all who knows
Words protrude from his mouth once closed

"Let me in, let me I must escape this place
I must leave this land without a trace"

He stares at the tower in obscurity
But the tower gazes back at him, it seems

Trepidation crawling inward, thus begins to flee
Rushing haphazardly into the sand-swept sea

Bereft a sense of reality and direction
Falling out of consciousness, no recollection

Bandits of the fair, ride upon the plane
gathering the visage, encumbering their gain

Desert warriors stand tall under the motionless sun
Red banners they exhibit all but the Lonely One

The hand and eye are plain, resting before the gate
Oasis imperial construct, blood-thirst beckoning bait

Part III - The Ruined One

Western eye is left to cry out her days
Soft spoken
Regretful for her callous ways

Wishing she could change how it passed
Spin back time
No love can truly forever last

Or so said to oneself in confusion
Promoting pain
Sponsored warped timid delusion

If only she could be forgiven
Where are you?
Despairing wretch for all striven

Collapsed within herself, this room
Announced defeat
Accepting this seemingly inevitable doom

the place begins to rise, a calling flood
Of tears
Mixed together with drops of her own blood

Come back to me my second half
Won't you?
To stop these tears and make me laugh

This ruined dormitory washed away sins
Why here?
Is this where our relationship ends?

Please say it isn't so!
I love you!
Why did you have to go?

Part IV - The Cell

Awakened from a dream of love's embrace
The promise is called back to him
it seemed so real, her touch, her face
The dream so vile, reminder of his disgrace

The Lonely one surrounded by thick iron bar
No escape, a dreary personal realization
Staring up, seeing no glowing moon or star
Internal struggle, emotional tug of war

Is it acceptable for a man to shed a tear?
There is something askew with this image
Cold shell alone full of naught but fear
Is there any means to escape from here?

Fluid rising, conventional edifice
Beating against the lifeless walls
Fighting against this cursed avarice
Other-world dismissed sacrifice

Wounds plead to the visceral nature of the eye
As crying fills the lonely one's cell
Past sparks bring furtive declarations of "Why?!"
Is it for love this one must die?

Duality I

Trapped within their self-imposing cell
Both are unique, but born of the same hell
Twin angels these devils alone must they cry
Together they're drowning, yet separate they die

Part V - The Queen

Onyx tower of Satan's clay
Just a wicked young child
Spreading the mother's legs
Mother rots as the father begs
Burst from the womb so wild
Bridled in her daily play

Warped by an ugly birth
Of Temple Matron's corpse
Mind wracked with smiles
Dead jester's lie in piles
Crevasse drops the lapse
This demon shows her worth

Usurper to the crimson throne
Picking up hollow fracture
Discarded sections of hope
A Kingdom's gallows rope
Left by old King Rapture
This Harlequin's hellish loan

Grown full a woman of lust
Crown ruler of infinite sands
Sensual hearkened duress
Leading all to her caress
Enticed by her soft hands
Obey her will, they must

The Queen of hearts
Whether stolen or not
They're all hers, now
Always successful somehow
This loveless desert, hot
The pawns play their parts

Gathered for her, the loves
Of other poor souls so lost
Grave intentions within
This castle clothed in sin
Derived a brilliant Faust
Strangling all the doves

Declaration

"I am prepared for am eve's sustenance before me
My court soldiers hear this sacred council
So say the queen, shall be done immediately
Templar Guard, bring forth the prisoner!"

Part VI - The Meeting

"Oh yes, bring him before me
What an excellent specimen!
A delicious meal to make
He'll be dead in the end

I can taste his tears, from here
They scintillate my lust
For pain and buried misery
Let us smite upon his trust"

A broken man, half alive
Only the eye remains
Soaked in mutual sadness
Reflected blood in his veins

Cast before the mistress
Bows his head to them all
Dismissing her pretensions
Her wrath begins to fall

"What is this? beg!
Beg for your life, lout
Let me hear your screams
Your bloodcurdling shout!

Why do you not speak?
Is it you are afraid?
You pathetic little man
In your cell you should have stayed!

Speak to me, wretch!
I am your queen"
"I am nothing"
"You are mine, fiend!

I own you, and thus your seed
Filled with love from another
Pledge to me your devotion
Or I shall make you suffer!

My legs spread open to you
Are you not want of such desires?
Do I not entice your senses
And fuel your sexual fires?"

"I am simply nothing"
The lowly visage proclaims
Lost in only The Ruined One
He has no other love to gain

"You loathsome little b*****d!
I'll have you head!
And drink of your warm blood
From my chalice, instead!"

Part VII - Chaos

Drawing her steel
At her scabbards heel
The boy is held back
By guards and their knack
Holding him at bay
Cold blade is loft and sway
Is this his end
Or the dawn of another day?

"Time to die, cretin"
Edge poised to strike
"Your skin is now bitten
I've dealt with your like!"
The sentence shall ensue
But "No!" A scream rings out
Shoving the blade through
Her faltered image none so stout

Surprising burst of will to survive
Breaking away from the soldiers in a row
Grabbing the sword from queen's pool of blood

"I've got to escape, return to my love, my home
Back I say, I shall leave here alone!"

Scanning the room, with his singular eye
For an exit, below or on high
Spotting a window, taking his chance
Leaps from the tower with no final glance

Falling, falling, falling for years
From the onyx tower
Black monolith raising his fears
Dark hole his final hour
No crashing doom to spell his defeat
Landing in a ocean rewards his retreat...

Part VIII - Vision

Swimming in a pool of frown
Loneliness her bridal gown
The Rotten one, The Ruined
Sick core her nerves deadened

"Where am I" she queries soft
As her spirit floats aloft
Suddenly her eyes shoot wide
This glow from which can nothing hide

Thunderous vision rips apart the sun
Putting instead a moon for the Other One
A Knight errant angel in her presence
His prayer of alleviation to commence

"Go thee now, wretched thing
For verily your heart doth sing
Of touch pray hither you stay
Tarry not or all shall fade away"

She believed every word, this caustic illusion
Permitted to follow his convincing intrusion

"What must I do?"

"Ye must take this sword befit for Kings
This gift for thee thy truth doth rings
And cut thy silken maiden flesh
Enact thy own end, enabled in death
This way alone to reclaim thine lost
Into the nether thy soul must be tossed"

"I shall"

And with a final whisper of agreement
This girl forlorn strikes down
Embodied by way to solve her woes
Spilling blood on loves wedding gown

Gouging out her left eye, the only one
Falling to die, no more for the Lonely One

Part IX - The Lonely One

After all the dual suffering
We return to that very room
Mirror is no longer hanging
Watery grave begins to bloom

Back in the room, no longer a home
Begging the air for forgiveness
Life's walls eroded, not want for loam
Calling out to his mistress

"Where are you?
I love you
I have returned my dear!
I want you
I miss you
I know that you can hear!
Why don't you answer?
These feelings oh so true
My heart is your dancer
I only exist for you"

Swimming in the cold ocean crafted of lover's will
Searching for her, to make everything right
To this day he hunts for her, still
Her image is sadly nowhere in sight

And for forever he intends to scour
This tear-stained ocean, rolling on
Devotedly hunting, until time's final hour
Even though she has already gone...

Duality II

Loneliness is the only reality to support a life
No end is as bittersweet as one drenched in ignorance
Deluding existence to forget one's past strife
These devils, the angels of involuntary dissidence.

That's not how

My name is Bob, he said, but my friends call me
Robert. I feel like I'm wasting
my life if I don't eat all the
time.
But,
I said,
isn't that what sudokus are
for?
No,
he said,
it's not the
same.
And in a dark movie theatre,
you can't do sudokus in a dark
movie theatre without someone looking
at you, can you?
No,
I guess you
can't.
But,
I said,
how can you eat in the dark when anything
could be anything?
You can't eat just anything, can you?
That's not how people stay
alive. That's not
how they
do it,
is it?

I enjoy your almost surrealist poems, Vom. Unique.

Trapped here alone in darkness, candlelight my guide
Bishop cast your spell on my soul, and heal me
These wounds spread wide, yet not for the eye to see
Feelings swirling chasm, for what hell do I pride?

Sitting intently in front of this epochal instrument
Olden piano wood framed soothing touch
Shooting shadows of sparse warmth on my detriment
Cast chillingly alone, too much for these halls to bear

Commanding to play such music, never more
So I dash my hands against the ivory keys!
Strike dissonant chords of atonal atrophy
Hammering my heart-wrench upon the fore

Distant, weeping beside my musical tomb
The relic lies quite, stark silent wail
For my life's years it should finally fail
Calling out beyond the walls of this barren room

Dirty tears crash the floor laden with dust
Hypothermia of the mind chokes my sight
Dreams of tickling sweet take flight
For my ethereal muse I shall always lust

Crying on the ground, huddled in my vain
Seems ghosts have taken pity on this eve
They compose for me a requiem whilst I grieve
Within my misery their melody will remain

Screaming alone for the eternal days
As nights are no longer distinguishable
Vehement depression almost whimsical
As the piano plays...

cups and caps and what else

the only cup worth having
is an empty one
because I cup that is filled
could be filled
with anything.
world cups and ball cups and other cups like
that are out of the
question.
caps, on the other hand,
are a different matter altogether.
a cap is only useful if there's not a
head in it, but if it's a
very pretty
head
I suppose that's ok as
well.
the next leather cap I see
will be a powerful symbol
for a walk through an old German forest
and the next girl to fall among the plastic fruit
will be my private librarian
inside a luminous shell.



gee, what of him, I have my legs

I never saw it coming but now
there's something wrong with both of my
legs (the lower part including a muscle).
and I have to say I don't find it comfortable at all
having to keep Mr. Godard upside down
but as I sit here on the sofa
trying to get up
it's just one of those things that
together make some sick internal thing
I've never even heard of.

All is not well within the kingdom of gold
The farmhand, drunk, and he doesn't give a damn
Memories broken and wearing down the old
For the chariots are blazing past the lamb

To reach the fair maiden's tears turned to wine
Heir to the throne of lies wearily bereaved
Before a doctor removes her crystal spine
Forged with sand in the rain of the moonlit eve

The court withers slowly, the magistrates weep
And no smile is as forced as the lost
Their playtime riches are unable to keep
For even jesters cry, bleeding tears they crossed

To be licked up by the dogs of war
Sit down you martyr crimson clown
Forgotten sons pray to gods no more
Digesting kingdoms by the pound

It's too late cried the man with the rose
Old widow bows to the heavens once she bore
In the presence of the after glow
The Pauper is sullen in bed with a whore

Waving flags about you bard made merry
And prince cries foul as he's stripped of his sense
To poison the well he had better not tarry
Devouring kingdoms by shillings and pence

There's a price on our heads branded in shame
the knight of the rounds shoots in his might
Led on by court thieves, robed villains make claim
A fairy tale ending is nowhere in sight

Marching the furnace and firing the banks
Blame the jester, his eyes are the Faust
Forced into trepidation, filing blind ranks
Shedding tears of this invisible holocaust

Rest ye weary head yon son of crumbs
Philosophers gather we haven't more time
Bask in the shadows of sweltering slums
Damning heaven by the nickel and dime

Influenced by some music I've been listening to, lately.

                     

Edited by weetabix - April 04 2009 at 07:59

@Vompatti:
I would keep this thread alive were it not for my complete lack of creative ability. Perhaps a suitable substitute would be to shower you with praise.