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.

Goodbye Surrender ~ By Omega Maverick

Sinister eyes reflecting daggers back to me.
Lost mindginity.
Forsaken filth.

Rolling another waste.
Tip the cup to forget.
Wasted seeds of a fruitless life.

Hand me another.
Rake me under.
Forget another life.

Keep up, past, running cold behind.
Hide from reality.
Whiskey slathered dreams.

Lay to rest.
Post lost peace.
Realized innocence found.

Goodbye surrender.

Erotic Poetry ~ Lost in Shudders

Last of the world.
Lost Person Drown.

First in the fire.
Inward with glee!

Standing on night light.
Holding cat like a gun.

Lost in shudders.
Deep against the floor!

Flailing like shadows,
lost to the light.

Damn the sunbeam that spews!
All over the night.

Poetry ~ Wrapped in Dreams

Wishing: your presence.
Gone to peaceful retreat.
Knowing in dreams we do meet.

Ghosts watching over eras passed.
Seasons, withering and growing.

Time convexed. Zeitgeist of decades to come.
Uncaring ways of the day; then or now.

Wanting you resting.
Watching form distant.

Though miles part us.
I feel, tears in your eyes…
Scales of the heart.

Soulless, lost in time.
Tattered cloth interior.

Unravels as we are wrapped in dreams reality.

Poetry ~ Stagnation is Death

Life’s fresh water.
Cannot live without.

Stagnation…

What once gave life: poison.

We people too often.
All too often.

Allow internal rivers to stagnate.
Stagnate actions and thinking…
Poison to ourselves.

Stagnation is death in all things.

Birthday Poem ~ 1776

1000 seven hundred and seventy-6 sexual deviants.
Sent forth 17 specializing specters.
Telling the 8 wonders of the world.

Ideas never change in the minds of the idealist.
Creeping crawling death.

Seek forth and find. World left behind.
World of now looks bored with freedom.

Gone is new-found hope.
Now, only new found dope.

Doping of mind’s lie.
Dopamine’s golden foray.

Death of beauty.
Freedom?

Bulging wasted life…
Under foot without change.

Color form monochromatic.
Change laden politicking.

False kindness!
Pukes in the face of change.

Reclaim today?
Rights you pissed away.