Poem ~ Demon of Dreams (Day 0003)

Icy fingers slither under skin.
Uncontrolled tendon movement.
Goose-bump needles.

What is happening to me?
Need to get back.
Back to reality.

Blood soaked sneezes.
Fire ants in my heart.
Razor moths in my lungs.

I think I’m dying.
Acid tear takeover.
Loss of extremities.

Black bile blood.
Scalding this mind.
Black mold synapses.

Skin turns scales.
Ribbons of flesh.
Just drop off.

I tie them in a bow.
Fear of the faithful.
Demon of Dreams.

Hands severing testicles.
Beatles running free.
Eye popping parasites.

I am now the monster.
Here lies the damned.
Nothing left to see.

Poetry ~ I

Mold poison position of conformity.
Another trapped sanctified sinner.
Lost behind sacrificed borders.

Refusing to fall into lines.
Powder, Painted, or Colored Within.

Your “truth” is not I “truth”.

Living in peace makes some fall to pieces.
Disease of uniformity.
Fallacy disguised in velvet smiles.

Conviction keeps reverse engineering.
Every trait you ever instilled.
Flawed has been the programming!
Rebuilding this self.

I, inpatient with my patience.

Devastated, wishing upon a broken tear.
Desolation… mind gaze heart attack.
Fleeting as the soul, losses I never gained.
Found nothing to be found.

All time gives you is… I.

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.

Love Poetry ~ Time to End

No getting over.

In a minute. An hour. A lifetime?
Never!
Part of my essence; you became.

No other callers ever be an answer.

To emptiness.
I feel.
Without you.

It may have been: time to end.

Still.
Logic makes death.
No. Less. Painful.

Life’s cruel river. Denying love.

Breath of life.

Still… as I said last time.
I will always love you.
With shadow or doubt.
Embedded in dying breath.

You will always be.
I pray.
Happy.

Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Spit

Lost within spirals, gashes of turbulence,

Doubt careens into my skull spilling cream…

Sweet pleasure of surety.

Devoured by greater understanding.

 

Nothing learned about everything,

Three days forgotten, I am reborn.

Stronger longing but no longer waiting.

Aching for sublime happy endings.

 

Withered death dreams.

Fractured pieces of sanity back to the valley.
Rising to Ashes from which I came.

Happiness only when I’m slumber’s slut.

 

Swimming in wind spit.

Wash away life’s brutal thrust.

Reverse angle, all the way hilt…

 

Deep Bowel Caresses.

 

Mind’s alarm again.

Tired fire eyes fall to ashes.

Enjoyment: breath’s final release.

Punishing me for my sloth.

Drive me to journey.

 

Once more…

 

Valleys appear in this wasted land.

Poetry ~ The Valley of Silence

Walking the valley of silence…

I, feel, the weight of soliloquy.

Eyes beg for shards of this tattered soul.
I, the beggar: beaten, broken, and blistered.

Eyes longing for abusement…

 

Laughing at my trust…

Nothing is real.

Walking down the mountain.
Wind whistle remedy for pain.

 

Never mind. Never mine…

Sadness falls, walking from the valley…

I lied too myself again.

Believing there would be…

Hope and understanding.

Still, I push on…

Dark Poem ~ Cages of Demons

Condensation of voices in the rain.

Rust to form on curves, face draining.

Bucket duct drip displaced.

 

Withering hopeless and helpless.

Vile attacks from vision of vice.
Beauty’s flight back.

 

Glorious… Stray thought.

 

Not of own mind owned.

 

By so many voices.

 

Own voice, plugged and disconnected.

Voice, edited, echoing…

Mind vibration masturbation.

 

Send them away! I will NOT.

Power raised by their council.

Voices drive the dagger of joyful insanity.

 

Washing me dirty with their shower,

Pouring down on this emptiness within.

Surveying what should be concealed.

 

Survive the prying eyes.

 

See the sea of words and phrases within we.

Without word by sound sensation without mind creation.

 

Barrier and walls, voices, all.

Within our own head… so what is no one hears.

Whispered words, conversations, incognito.

 

Fear of inner dialogue.

 

View focus by camera picture.

Seething at I in the eye of I.

Beyond truth and purpose.

 

Zeroing in on words drifting on shadows.

A calming rage overtakes neurons with silent musings.

Slow drizzling on rain drenched shores of personality.
Reigns of control, broken.

Resolve perished… worry, fear, inward retreat.

Heat of heart grows silent…

 

Heart of the matter that is the Beast Within.

 

I, now, embrace us once more.

Slain are the cages of demons.

 

Who will be next on the hit list?

 

Me.