cat familiar investigates during dream states, a doorway to other planes
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Category: Arcane Poetry Vol. 1
Death
The Stockholm syndrome love for my grim reaper
A fetish for death
Grotesque
Assuming the cloak of destruction
The end of a beginning
To the beginning of the end
The earthworm
Who transforms death
And cultivates life.
It is not murder –
Simply reincarnation
Acceleration
ONE blessed day
We’ll depart from this sewer.
Life is pain,
Death is hope,
Change.
The mystery
Of a future unknown
Beckons
As the seconds tick by.
I am in no hurry
But if it comes today
I am waiting eagerly
For it can only happen once.
Lines of Code
Hypnagogic bacteria of light,
Cells as viewed through microscopy
Streaking across the blue sky
My viewfinder of life sees the virtual image
Meant to be displayed
And the sometimes linear
Ascending and descending
Of the numbers
Interpreted by the brain as real
Hop across my vision,
Floating this way and that –
Semi-methodically
A pipe dream
Of the numerical foundation
Of our world
Untitled poem
Fear?
Who have we got to be afraid of?
Besides ourselves, perhaps
Who knows, who cares?
What is there to say
When it’s all been said?
And we realize
That down the wrong path we’ve been led
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Coming from here and there
What to wear, for whom to care
I think the world’s nuts
How about you?
Do you fit in along with the rest?
Or do you have what it takes
To do your own thing?
Who can define normal?
What is that?
Someone’s ideas, that’s all
If we can’t break free
That’ll be our fall
Conforming to someone’s conception of reality
Has never appealed to me in the least
If we can’t separate ourselves
We are prisoners of society
Merely pawns of a corporate world
Who cares not of those who cannot afford
The newest and latest
Rather it has many followers
Who may not realize it
But are rising and falling like a tide
With every fad, style and craze.
WHO WILL STAND OUT?
WHO WILL RISE ABOVE?
Desire
My desire for you
Far surpasses flesh
But is mind
Body and spirit
Combined
Call it masochistic
To inflict such pain
For to dream of you
Holds me
So tightly bound
I’m gasping
Struggling to inhale
And it moves me so
To bring a tear to my eye
I long for you
You alone
For no attraction
Could excel
This painful pleasure
Merely dreaming
Wraps around me
And inflicts my heart
With this sickness
This spell you have cast
And plays me
Like a marionette
Dancing to the melody
Of your voice.
Hunger
A burning hunger
Deep within
Only to be
Nearer to you
To hear
Your soft voice
Caressing my ears
To see
Your shining eyes
Drawing me in
Deeper and deeper
Like a hypnotic trance
Until I feel as though
We are one
And I can see right through you
And in the glisten
See a warm reflection
Of myself
Drawing my heart
And mind
Magnetically to yours
To read the affection
In your face
Like a wonderful romance
Yet to be unfolded
A small origami heart
Outstretched
Will last forever
Ever Stop…And Think?
Ever stop
And think?
Segregate yourself
From the main stream?
Why are we here?
To wander aimlessly?
To be prodded along
Like cattle
By popular culture
Until we graze
Upon something
Something mundane
That we “need”?
Be spontaneous.
Separate.
Observe.
Refuse
To be cattle.
Think.
Independently.
You can do it.
Art is Born
I am not a genius
Nor will I claim such
But I will say this much
That a mind is a terrible thing
To waste.
Repression is waste.
The mind is a tool
Shiny, sharp.
Dulled en masse
By propaganda
Fed us by the system.
Refuse the meal
Excuse yourself
From the table.
Purge the filth.
Knowledge cannot be taxed,
Gross your share,
Net the world.
The textbook is a start
Not an ending point.
Art is born.
Can you see
Outside your box?
For ‘tis true
The world is flat:
With six sides and bars
If you cannot see
Beyond your nose
And smell the dung
Disguised as gold.
Where does an ellipse fit
With a world of cubes?
PORTFOLIO
Seeking adventures
To fuel the dreams
Of my next life
Subliminal memories
To remind me of another time
Past
And encouragement to keep on
Dreaming of the future
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Anus
(The Washer that holds Everything together)
God is Love
Merciful, omniscient
The universe is chaos
Controlled
What we see is the blink
Of an eye
There are powers beyond
Anything
We can imagine
And beyond that
Lies greater still
Precariously we rest
Mere feathers’ floating
Spores
So, we have ourselves
A short time
Not a long time
Just enough
To make up our minds
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