Tag Archives: #psychology

WHEN THINGS SO EXPENSIVE ARE FOR FREE

IF you follow me bring the dead along for all the children have suffered and all
madmen pollute || ~~ IS GAME OVER “? between sun-beating down & STARS beating
psychotic clowns/ the pogo clown has died forever.
If you could you might adjust your eyes against all monsters that follow
…kiss me if you survive \\perishing is a buildingGRACE of reSKINNING the Soul
(oh whoa oh whoa oh wow oh no oh hey)
…just say the hardest price to pay //
are the things for free // eat and drink
remain my memory deeply between crimson &
sun-baked lips (music stretches thinner
e a c h & e v e r y d a y
carry on even if the stars extinguish
the very hurt you receive time &
space str e t c h ed pass a threshold of
mortal pain…you see and creation is reversed forward
God have mercy upon our weakened hearts
shame shame it’s the only world we have
and each other — there ain’t no denying (OH mother! No denying LIFE
is a THORN against my eyes; as i bend down i try to find my BEING
within a deeply yelled moan; i’m dying i’m dying i’m rolling round
a desert stream — shambalah come again against trail dust and kasmir
i am waiting i am decaying i am a mote of Poet
t r aveling inside OPEN space considered: static syntax
and congealed moments upon the professional grace of unspoken
words. whoa…whoa…it’s the hardest price to pay when things
so expensive are for free.

:: 03.03.2020 ::


YOU CHOKE UPON THE APRON STRINGS OF MISS CLEAVER

You choke upon the apron strings of miss cleaver and
wish you could have a piece of blue-laced sky on a plate
tasting the battery acid of your generation you wish to

die

it’s all for the praise of a god you dropped to the floor
all for the reasons you gave up for wishing you had taken

the gold plated door into your oblivion of consumer

products like a societal whore who begs for more

:: 11-02-2014 ::


BONE CAVE

HUMANS think the house
— the only haunt
As though the wood
conjures the Spirits
of other-worlds

But the mind has rooms
which lurks some evil
a cave of skull
— the dark anteroom
sometimes possessed…

Our stupidity in all
that life contains
Barely a morsel
a nibble at best
Hungry for life we be

Escape from there
to here we run
so busy are we, finishing
So leisurely
we wish it be!

:: 01-29-2014 ::


DESIRE

DESIRE pleases us
in many ways
the natural urge
— that compels
for many it must
be fastly quenched
or the magic
— loses its spell

My desire can never expire
it dwells within another place
— far from flesh and skin
between the fold
of existence
beyond the sight
of human eye

My desire — a burning fire
needs no explaining
it resides over there
— beyond the way
eccentric I am
some would say

:: 01-26-2014 ::


THE WALL

Today I faced
a wall in my way
but did not see
a barrier
Instead I saw
steadfast resolve

:: 00-00-0000 ::


PERCEPTION

PERCEPTION made its way
the grand entrance just today
it entered with a cloak
— barely if I may
while watching me
such eternal depth of sight
I felt a chilling choke
Aware was I of something
dark and ill from my senses
— I turned the other eye

::01-21-2014::


THE MASK

THE mask you see
gently just for thee
where once tender
fingers touched
and pale face
once adorn…
It has no eyes
save the ones
— of your soul
And if some tears
— it could shed
oceans it would fill
Such a love it has
for your porcelain skin

::01-21-2014::


MADMAN

I SAW a madman just today
in unison we waved
— across the way
Such a friend is he
his shadow fits
— so perfectly into me
And in the mirror
we smile together
and return to writing
upon a cloud of custard pie
— a sprinkling of words
and chocolate pudding

::01-21-2014::


PSYCHO-DRAMA

AND if you are repulsed
by my humanity
then clearly I say
you are  not
— meant for me

My sanity
— no latitude
for your brain-vessel
to navigate across
my ocean-emotions

Chart your course
away from my shores
and bidding farewell
— I do eagerly —
to the storms of your mind

::01-16-2014::


I THOUGHT A SPARROW

IT was with a bang
that first I heard
I thought a sparrow
— had hit the house
My sorrow for the sparrow
— so immense
The second bang shook my soul
surely a quake that rocked my world
My fears for the township
— so profound
The third and last
tore through my heart
and brought me back
— to my senses
as the firing squad
— completed their task

::01-06-1214::