Whispers of Hypnos
The old nemesis comes suddenly, sharply back again
Pressed violently into the back of the unforgiving chair
The apparition winks once again.
Gravity intensifies and all sounds amplify
To feel the stop of your heart between beats
To think each pulse is the final push
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The temperature increases and the flash flood breaches
No one would wants to be shot down and die as gossip
The deep breaths become saviors of sanity
The internal attack makes the simple just survival
as apprehension ambushes the soldier before the field of battle
The apparition does not know it is a daydream
and dances on top of the altar of worship
The end is eminent
The seizure is paralysis
The fight was exhausting
Leaving crippling corrosives behind in pools
that consume the shackles that bind
The second hour to the seconds
Exhausted
A coal colored canvas of black streaks and hazy gray hues
takes in all views and obscures the background scenes
small staggered and forced steps falter
and the hands of doubt hold firmly
A quick slap strikes hope into shards
And rips away at the soul’s complexity
Repose, the quiet escape draws motivation away
Simple sighs and unreasoned tears stain the head holding pillow
gripped so tight the joints press through the elastic flesh
White knuckled, face down, sunken screams silenced by the density
The exhausted pants and hoarse voiced whimpers evanesce
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Damp recollections drift through the gaps of regret
As they shift in size and space exponentially widens
Vacuous, raucous numb visions leak in and out
Concentration fails as the will diminishes
Nothing but pressure at the compass points
Echoes in an empty room resonate, deflect and end
Pulses of light through dirty panes of glass
Refract unevenly and leave foggy glares
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The clouds combine to block the rays
as black to gray surrounds completely
at every waking moment
at every attempt an opportunity to flee
The diaphragm struggles with shallow gasps
and the lack of color is all that is seen. Exhausted.
A Soul Solution
An angelic primordial ethereal essence
glowing from the great beyond and bye and bye
Amalgamated light before there was time and movement
A cheerful cherub no more, it only exists at the core
Now it is encased and smeared in blood, mud and filth
not to be washed away and cleansed, these are badges
tattered and stained, remnants and remains
Lessons learned from the splinters still stab
while walking the plank of treachery.
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A joke not to be gotten, a code to be forgotten
An observer of the superstition, symmetry, and antiquity
A being of light can only be seen in contrast
and backgrounds dark as a trenches are dug with glee
as the void has no real power unless the light allows
In nothingness one will find a bland balance beyond comprehension
Just a warm squeeze of the vacant, vapid stare
Into the glare of infinite, the mind must become an empty room
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Just an angel’s shroud to burn and turn to vapor
in the sun’s ultra-violet waves, the clouds break up and weep
Drenched by a lye soap sud solution, convoluted and saturated
99 and 5 percent away from eternity and seeping pure sores
washing away sin is done by ingesting a soul solution
only the pursuit is guaranteed
revolution is a germinating seed
and Icarus found humility
perjury or purgatory?
Patience
Control………
The struggle began from a series of events
The birth, the death, the relevance
Contact……
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Fighting through the solid ice wall
And it is only getting colder and the movements slower
When motion ceases, absolute zero, the sleep begins
Don’t wake up, it is calm in the cold
No action or response; elicit…
Explosion…..
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Release elastic potential into the kinetic
Learning from visual implants to phonetics
Constricting manacles manifested from fear
Motives of the future pathways become unclear
Resolution……
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The intertwine of space and time
In a convection transformed into a linear state
An implosion of introspection, expel to create
Freedom through the wall
From the voice of the sun
Movement to momentum
Vices finally fall
Completion……!
Waves and Particles
A reciprocal recalcitrant surge ebbs
Currents created flow upstream to mix the waters
A stratification in the blend warm to cold
Water breaking down stone into liquescent sand
Combining, petrifying, back to the origins again
Cycles of tides, mist to rain and the draw of the land
In the simple natural circles, nascent to recycling
Compression, release, and emission of radiant heat
Diffusion , homeostasis and all elements meet
All equilibrium eventually fails
entropy is the only certainty
In perpetual motion……..
nothing from everything….
Everything to essence, essentially…
A Repeat
Fractured reality implodes but readily recomposes
Laughter rumbles, brewing to percolation
A completely encompassing auditory assault
Comes from a previously recorded track
The protagonist can only escape in two directions
As the light’s projections flicker and disperse
The show must go on.
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A song’s cadence from hours ago will not stop its performance
Repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating, endless subdued torture
The havoc and hollers wish to burst from the control, but it is remote
To wreak lies, as devilish children malicious, magical, mythical
Adventures in the twilight does not allow the shades invisibility
Safety-delusional, illusory function, repeat. repeat, Repeat
A compression, comprehension of dimension, pursuit and pressure
Fall from all sides, one direction, direct affliction of conscious behavior
Can there be peace and quiet?
Can there be a silent night?
Repeat?………repeat!
REPEAT: REPEAT
Song please stop. Halt for one second without the demon Belial’s aria
No gentle nights or violent days dawning, faces pathetic frowning
Just a list of channels a T.V guiding page perhaps
Heat just escapes so readily and the sweat just collects and brews
Just like the laughter that just might not escape
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A guffaw, repeat
A scream, repeat
An enveloping pervading simple total absence
How can you say silence is not violent? Absence is abuse
Sometimes there is nothing left to watch
but boredom
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
Epistolary Exposition to the Eventual End
Where does genius lie? Does it lies in wait?
Does it stand with those who try to defy fate?
Can consciousness control the path of evolution?
Or is it an indifferent direction fulfilled in apathy?
Is the nature of our reality formed in a forged will
Interacting and mutating within and without of us all?
Are the boundless primordial fears conquered when life is quenched?
It is a fact that in time all meet in the same place?
The question of the void or the dichotomy of the afterlife prevails
Can there be individual fabrications from the arrested biology?
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To preview the dispensation for the few returning faces
is a hopeful philosophical safety veil
Some accomplishments can be added to the living chronology
Maybe immortality comes in memory
A second can be broken down infinitely
exist between the seconds
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Keeper of the endless dark or forever light
Where do these questions lead?
Should in life we continue the good fight?
Or dissolve into depravity, and take no heed?
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Dear friend, the eventual end,
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Everyday must be such an overwhelming deluge, chaos overflowing
There is no rest and no sympathy for the purpose
Someday hurried humans may decide not to die
And a select species simply stops ceasing to acknowledge you
But without care, the universal statements are pleasing to you
In a short list: dilapidate, dissipate, diffuses and evaporate
People live in fear of you and your diverse manifestations
With good reason for you are the frozen winter season
You know all men and beasts and seen them in slumber and feasts
You are the invisible inevitability, the edge of an eclipse
and the noonday light.
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P.S The becoming begins as we end
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Clarity from the center creating concentration
Confusion ceasing from calm cognition
Patience can save your soul and friends
But is this advice always effective the eventual end?
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Covered in gold and cement the silent sepulchers are sealed
Are you living roomy? Wafting wavering scents of dismal decay
stall in cloud formations of gloom
Of the everyday job, such a voluminous vocation
A growth industry with no ceiling
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Some of us foolish friends wish you would just take a damned vacation
But there is no rest for the iniquitous, as the employment dictates
But we all know it is not wicked to do your role well
So no rest in sight, don’t worry about the spite
For you are our greatest impetus and motivation
so it is better you do not halt and take a vacation
we are just wearied
Sorry just one more question.
As the eternal jester mockingly sparingly speaks
Softly, a whisper flowing from parched lips
States like the season as the moisture departs
but what if you no longer served a purpose?
Where would we be?
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Thank you for listening, see ya soon.
Shoeless
I cannot walk without pain in the middle of the road
the path is so worn that the ruts have become stone
On the west-side a rampant river and the eastside a cliff
A current too swift, the precipice wall a perfect sheer
I must go forward; the sun will be set in moments
There is shade ahead just a few steps in sight
A tree of green and white had dropped its ripened fruit
It is rotten and has lured frenetic yellow jackets, no shade today
I cannot stop, cease, desist or diminish my flow
a rhythm so comfortable, numb and coercing
A foot to the east, a foot to the west, north-south not apropos
Feet have become flat nothing much more than pavement to clap clop
I must push on, I have been pushed too much
Balder at the reigns is struck by Thor’s thunder
The hammer flies with the winds and the light retreats
There is no rainbow bridge to Asgard here just a brown beaten path
Other travelers pass without salutations or acknowledgement
They tread where so many have been before no messages are sent
as warnings, they stomp down the trail, unknowingly the passers-by
press the dust to clay, to stone, to increase the ruts density
to make my feet hurt more and I cannot go shoeless today.
Polymer Envy
Melted, formed, imprinted purposes
Momentary freedom instantly purchased
A zip and a current of electrons and digits
Fake flowers, twine, medications and power
Something unseen, seemed distant and unreal
Processes unaware, systems don’t care, unfeeling
Accumulate, accrue, accept the compounded problems
A polymer trap, spun into a fine fibrous web
Celluloid superstitions projected, reflected, absorbed
Serial celebrity promising, reassuring, absent
Wishes and aspirations evaporated and vented
Nothing is larger than life…
Thin laminated screens and light flat consoles
Commerce adverted, three minutes, credits
Operas of the ridiculous and heroes of pretenders
Respect the projection, instead of the reflection
Moving walls and windows whispering wishes…
Aspirations aspirated, spiritus asper
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A cut, tuck, snip a slice and now everything is nice
Or what others saw in the mirror and smashed it
Dolls of human frailty share true similarity
The spin doctors weave threads of Teflon fiber
Silicon survivors, a simple insecurity may kill
On a vanity a doll rests
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Prosthetic, unnecessary posing, positioning to polymers
Plagiarism of porcelain masks and figurines
Film featuring fraudulent faces grimace and gleam
Garrisons of gleeful drama and uplifting idiocy
Plastic people playing on soulless celluloid and screens
Perpetuating pathetic projections without responsibility
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Illumination of electric fluidity and radiation entertainment
Traveling at the speed of invention, overwhelming information blooms
Distillates, isomers, refraction contraption enlightens the heavens
Resistant to rust and some flames, fire resistant extinguishers
Cultivated toxins as mistaken panaceas, a synthetic lifestyle
Leading to synthesis, symbiosis---evolution in the
Process the small ripples get lost in the proceeding waves
Of delusion.
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To sell the synthetic to the synthetic?
To create the more consistent synthetic aesthetic because they don’t
Believe in their owned authenticity
Remiss we will see permutation of disparate disparities
Money a creation, plastic credit inventors, insecure ideals of beauty
Caused by what? Celebrity and misery certainly
Cleft palate is one thing,
But to have surgery to
just fix a bump on your nose?
AND YOU CAN DIE, AUTHENTICALLY, Really.
Conference
The ruffle of suede and faux fur
being hung up diminishes in
the echo of eager voices
awaiting the recital and reveal
of the salutations
The plain podium rattles with cascades
of coffee stained papers
the ruffle stops, the silence forebodes
the mechanical mouth of the ancient
orator that opens with a cough
the speech is chewed vigorously
professors count the letters as scribes
with ink saturated palms smearing images
on ledgers made of dust and slate
they talk to themselves and describe the
faulty bridges, verses and lack of philosophy
as they all go over the transom as wonderful
wisps of waxing and waning bewilderment
building tension and stress as the seated audience
feel their backs bend and crack and soon
they will seize
The orator slips on his embroider jacket made of dog hair
linen and lion’s regret, it falls and fits
A quietude resumes, the words
are counted, spoken, and placed
Under shoe and step
To be ground down into paste to fill
the wrinkles on their faces
and in a casket of ancient resolve
the feast of language is consumed
with soft sensitive dentures and
ready bent forks
The ruffle of suede and faux fur
is furious as the flight from the
benediction is swift out into the winter gates
No longer do the pundits read
from the stained pages that fell
the rattle of wooden shoes stomp off
and diminish with distance.
Crossing
Multi-lane gray confusion moving regretfully forward
Separated by barriers broken and scared with paint
Sacrosanct people marching in opposing direction with flags toward
the past with inverted heraldic crests faint and disintegrating
The two dimensional highway merges with the z-axis horizon
Inchoate effluent drifting with parallel protrusions into the future
Pendulum scenery blurred with the speed of life’s deception
Gazing to the sky’s break with the temporal torture of rising and setting
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Pulling on, pushed, projected and vectored in null space
Insouciant rushes and stereotype facelessness races
to the industries evaporating wealth from blighted cities
reverting, fleeing back from a translucency to fallacy
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Envenomed by foolish ideas of destiny
the signal lost charge so quickly
Back and forth in cerebral cables
the crossing stations relay nothing stable
as the multi-lane gray confusion merges
Trial by Ordeal
Divine intervention does not
persuade equally to the flesh