Poetry ~ Deadly Surprise

Perception twisted by mind rape escapist.
Frustration. I forget to value…

Myself.

Placing True You on shelf.
Behind…
Glass eyes and porcelain thighs.

Deadly surprise.

My demise.
Your Lies.

Despising the rise.
Raised to believe.

Disease of ease.
Love’s cooling breeze.

Body oder wheeze
Springs from the trees.

Mistreated smile child.
Ride of stride

Grin vile again.
Never happiness within.

It all begins again…

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Poetry ~ Battery Powered

Constitution weakens.
Exhale shorter.
Every moment droning.

Muscles cry.
Struggling just to want.

How to keep strength?
Battery powered existence. Removed.

Reserves depleted.

Impossible to live.
Harder to move.
Impossible to think.
Harder to breath.
Impossible to care.

Without you.

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Poetry ~ Impotent, The Important

Dying young: passivity.

Forked tongued
Forlorn beauties
Cleansing for the crowd.

Go down; fantasy story.
Bow down, mane and tale.

Dying aged: lethargy.

Stroking by candle light.
Watching pot and kettle fight.

Hopes, dreams, all ass perspiration.
All that was before again.

Impotent, the important.

Rarely entering ridged equation.

Poetry ~ Drawn & Quartered

Another abomination…
Drawn and quartered by ever-changing times.
Nothing substantial just physical from.

Human thing, withering away in the dust to dust.

Ashes became mud in soil we grow.
Hundred million years of human garbage.

Decayed, planted fertilization feces.
Time sands washed clean. Filth finally useful.

World of forgotten measures and hopes of wastes.
Dulling pains with alcohol laden soirées.

Barren synapses of deteriorating thoughts.
Learning to love the wounds of barren dread.

Dark Poetry ~ Snake’s Poison

Found bleeding, alone, and dying.
Lacerated from deceit, wounds may mend.
Give blood, heart, and flesh.
Take this hand, breath in, let fear rest.

Past Damage. Lie’s venom: distrust.

Scars burn, reawakened sadness.
No replacement can be had but…

Anti-venom to the snake’s poison.

Give blood, heart, and flesh.
Let demon’s scream finally know rest.

Poetry ~ The Valley of Fallen Towers

Seeing the valley of fallen towers.
I’ve committed myself to spirit.
Keep movement, live moments, never give in.

This morning, could be the first moment of the last intake.

I fear no demons outward or inward.
I remind even when all seems lost.

I have this day.
I have life.
I have I.

As I walk, I need not be reminded…
No loss of memory occurs in this valley.
It’s memory seared concrete, diamond, and steel.
Time to steal away transportation.

Better memories ahead; happier journeys on the horizon.

Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Souls

Ridges fashionable gravity.
I, part machine.

These words on synthetic paper.
Copy of a facsimile’s photocopy.

All is truth?
In this world of lies.

Despising great wisdom.

No more words can say speak.
Every word tainted.
Transformed into falsehood.

Driven past redemption.

Shattered maidenhead of the valley of souls.
Nothing more human: inseminate, devastate, control.

Silence, only gift bestowed…
In kingdoms lost by virtual reality.