My blog, where I store those thoughts rattling around my brain
Welcome to the insanity of my mind! Please excuse the cobwebs and clutter, I've been meaning to clean the place up a bit...|
This is where I vent in poetry, give updates to what I'm writing about, or just post music I'm listening to at the moment. I don't really know what to do with blogs so I just go with the flow!
Stop in and read some of my nonsense whenever the mood strikes you :)
|It prowls the ether of my mind,
skulking in my dreams.
Thrashing, biting, gnashing, writhing,
clawing out of me.
Alastor, son and daughter both,
fusion of psychic plasm.
Grown from a discontented seed
Planted in cerebellum.
I loathe this creature tenderly,
nourished by regret,
my cursed scion swells each night,
demanding I give birth.
It mewls with separate gaping mouths,
haunting piteous cries.
Below the halo and twisting horns lurk
a trio of milky eyes.
He speaks with oozing severed tongue
spilling scarlet words,
She lures, she baits, she imitates
voices of those you've heard.
They whisper while I'm slumbering,
Dear father let us free...
I do not dare to unleash that pair
I fear my head will split open
granting an escape.
Help me end this torment before
their true form takes shape.
|Hours of existence,
Exchanged for a pittance.
A transaction benefitting
the monstrous amalgamation
resting on backs of indentured servants
Hand over ownership,
relinquish your rights
for the brief security that
bi-weekly deposits bring,
allowing us to limp along each week.
The nail that sticks out
gets hammered down.
Blend in, assimilate,
obey corporate policies
enforcing suppression of expression.
Tedious weeks spent,
waiting, wishing for privileged
days where time is priceless,
into that stressfully limited space.
Don't question your place,
Accept what's been given
To ask for more is ungrateful,
Face those harsh realities
Living to work, clawing for pennies.
Brainwashed, convinced, even forced
into selling ourselves short.
If time is money,
we are all disposable
cogs in a lucrative machine.
|Woo me with exquisite letters
Crafting a melodic combination
For these seven seals of mine.
This fervent passion lies locked
behind cerebral gates,
indifferent to vacuous approaches.
Spill out secret cogitations,
Wrap me in those reflections,
Drinking in your private philosophy.
Peel back defenses with ink-stained touch,
Reveal the intimacy of wrinkled spines,
stacked on subliminal shelves.
Arrange your whimsical words,
Deciphering the junction
of this antithetical nature.
Give substance to sweet nothings.
Whisper lyrical enigmas,
ensnaring this imagination.
I long for tender perceptiveness,
burning ambitions, heated conversation
pressing against amorous lips.
Who will solve this walking riddle,
Forging my heart's complex key
With mere units of language?
|Leave me curled within this shadowed den,
A brown recluse, suspended on tangled web.
Be thankful I choose my own company,
Lurking below the floorboards of life.
Beware these slender fangs of mine.
This sensual bite brings toxic torment,
Destroying all that dares caress
This wandering, vulnerable shell.
Pity me not, I was born this way,
Made to stalk the eternal gloom.
Hunting morsels in dead of night,
When the house has fallen silent.
Even when I climb to the ceiling,
Admiring the splendor of my view,
I am always trapped on this surface
Clinging to everything that I touch.
Don't follow me into the darkness,
Forget you saw me scurry past.
This elegant violin will play a dirge
To anyone seeking my embrace.
|Coffee, that marvelous flavorful bean
the slightest aroma makes my body fiend
Craving a cup of that liquid black gold
I'll sip it scalding or I'll drink it cold.
Add some vodka and it becomes Russian
Too much can give a nasty concussion.
Swap it with whiskey, hey, now it's Irish!
Providing courage to fight this virus.
I love how it jolts my slow brain awake
And gives me a jitter, tremor, or shake.
My family thinks I might be obsessed,
I say it's all nonsense, give it a rest.
You know I've had that quirky twitch,
That wide-eyed stare, that nagging itch,
Wait, come back here with that pot!
Cutting me off? That's what you thought.
I have myself a secret stash,
In case I have a sudden crash
You're telling me you have that too?
A desperate plan begins to brew.
Now I'm here in a padded cell.
Why you ask? I'd rather not tell.
But I guess we have some time.
It was a coffee-related crime.
I scream and shout
but it's no use
They won't bring me
that sweet bean juice
I dream of it,
|Thoughts entangled, mind unfocused,
Drifting far from this earthly plane
I can't control this mental gravity
Pulling me towards a daydream.
It allures, ever whispering
Showing possible futures,
Drawing my eager attention,
From the mediocrity of life.
My brain warns I should know better
Than to let myself be distracted,
that hope is a clever deception,
And despair is a certainty.
But how can I hear those words when
I'm a million miles away
Lost in the chasm of my mind
Thinking about a daydream.