Dark poems nominations

 
 
what if i hand you the keys to my car
would you take it for a test drive
go searching for something undetectable
a glitch
called the invisible truth
 
 
or would you
 
 
plug in your computer
carbon black my tyres
do a deal with the tortfeasor
cut the umbilical OCD OBD
[warning light systems paranoia]
 
 
then
 
 
after you tampered with the dash and demystified
the smokescreen
you tell me
theres nothing wrong-
sonwearingthrong
 
 
[wrong... theres nothing]
 
 
what if i offered you a child
your own flesh and muck
smeared into a panty-shield of dusk
would you reach up into the sky
and take this gift for a miracle
 
 
or do you
 
 
take it for a bastard
dump it on the ground in the aura of her afterbirth
do you squander love
ignore the cries
let it crawl aimlessly
amongst the cigarette stubs and shattered glass
in some virgin wasteland
and make believe
what you think you're not
 
 
a precious cunt
 

 
My answers come in hushed oblivion  
tenderness teases away
those small traces of terror
lips part lips  
warm bodies press
into permanent evanescence  
 
Admiring such rich landscapes
imprinting these single moments  
to cosmic memory
 
I harvest the meaning of your  
unlimited bounty
     
Fantasty swirls consecrated air
realities explode  
into scattered mosaics  
broken by spacial distance,  
where conceptual time cradles  
then seals
everything lovingly reaped  
as a forever reward
 
Left behind trails  
take shape  
skywrite tangerine heavens
in those ridden twists and turns  
where throes of passionate devastation
slowly articulate  
a smokey pale hued tribute
 
Triumph blossoms rare fulfillment  
germinates seeds that howl surrender      
time and time again  
'till morning peaks  
satisfyingly spent in splendor  
 
Highlighting a lasting legacy    
remembrances      
will always taste
of this harnessed  
deep, intense ecstasy  
     
Passage fleets  and flutters    
I kiss away a trail of tears
replace sadness  
with evermore      
 
Pulsing interconnectedness      
conducts a delicate swan song  
composing our soundtrack  
daring this darkling love  
~
Dance! We hearts  
in fate-sealed lustre  
 
Together we sweetly revel      
each
and every
miniscule pleasure  
 
Drink last sips      
from chalices of dreams      
ambrosia still wetting bruised lips      
while intimate hushed
goodbyes
echo soul whispers...  
 
You
then  
Me  
 
We're as perfect  
now
as it  
could
ever  
hope to  
be
 
My mouth finds yours  
saying everything  
that needs saying    
 
Not enough time  
never enough time  
 
We start to feel light headed
the room spins  
dizziness overcomes  
you swirl in my vision      
i fall,
unable to focus      
you lay beside me      
we escape
into  
slow breaths  
and silken catacombs  
 
All the world
stu tt ers
mid frame
 
there's a  
 slow  
 
f a d e
 
 
 
 
 
{Our journey seemingly ends}
.  
.  
.  
.  
.  
.  
.
running through  
silver tipped fields      
     
i forgive you(us)  
for  
taking  
this  
path
 
 
we hold each other  
cradled in an ending      
that found it's way  
to a
brand new
 
beginning
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
the oppression of the place fell down on me like lead
everyone walked hunched over closer to the sidewalk
the alleys stank of beer and piss  
and the apartment courtyard was cloying with the mingling scents
roaches scurried along the place
 
there were soldiers of a sort there
gang members who bullied through the demons attending the despair
it oozed from the place like an open sore
 
everyone was high it was the only way to survive the poverty
we didn't eat all day
nighttime we pooled together to make a meal
 
it wasn't homeless but the rundown place was close
it screamed from the heaviness of being
the walls of the tenement could barely contain the pain
 
I tried to be some comfort
a bright spot in an otherwise dreadful existence
we all slept on the carpet  
ten of us in a one bedroom apartment
 
people ask me why I fear?
 
why I stay with a man I don't always love?
 
I was traumatized at an early age
I am reckless and don't know how to keep my life on track
I don't ever want to go back to those days
but they breathe down my back
teeth snarling just waiting for another bite of me
 
I know hunger, I know desperation
if you've been to hell
you'd do anything  
to not go back there

I’m drawn to the things that burn
fingertips glidin along the edges of flame
testin how close I can get
how long I can hold on
before my skin starts to blister

I’ve traced my own fire down bodies
leavin trails of heat where I touch
each one a different kinda kindlin
all of them turnin to ash
while I burn never endin

maybe I've always craved destruction  
the way it transforms…obliterates…purifies
hungry for that moment of combustion
for the silence that follows the explosion
for the power that flows thru my hands

I learned pleasure in the shadows of chaos
as sweat glistened like gasoline
in dark corners where passion is fuel
and matches struck against skin
just to watch it all catch and flare

I still chase that perfect heat
findin new ways to ignite
with hunger that will never be satisfied
my touch still sparkin where it shouldn't
leavin nothin but beautiful ruin in my wake

They come in the dark, slithering so,
they need the night, needing you asleep,
your cabinets unlocked, fists unclenched,
 
they come askant, lean over your bed,
an inch away from your head, they come
to hear what clatters inside you,
 
they smell the raging that you exhale,
what philosophies are wined and dined
in your dreams, and with whom you discourse,
 
the others will skulk about the house,
room to room, they will lower their heads,
listen to the dreams of your children.
 
they breathe in brooding, inspect
if there are mists of communists,
and other thoughts they see as threats
 
these are specters that can bite and harm,
I will watch the shadows well, I do not
want them to tiptoe into my sleep,
 
into my dream of calm in the countryside,
however long this night, I must sleep
with my eyes half-open and my mind ajar.

 

There's not a poem remaining
in this balled up world
  retaining  a worth
                                  of  write,
               so
             eye    set up a scope
                as might  go erranding unto
                more sympathetic  types
              of atmospheria....to breathe, into an act, when
There's not a poem remaining, As fine as this,
                         ( never any good,  ) (never so fine)
Just Pay Attention to the rhymes in the wind    and
         the hum and buzz of breeze through the reeds
                          (  ride to the aerie on high )
                   [The evernever swim a'sea  in the mid of night].

( never cursing to god's domain nor imagining how cursing the the Sky will break into
  prayers and reveries        at a later     time/date/year   ].
An Allegory,
         in small fine print,
                     (lower case lettering...)

and as for Fat....cannot say fit for  long-time now.

Breath.......gettin'mo'n'mo' troublesome.  Sure enough indicative of
                              the body's end come'n soon.
(Like Dad said "but i never thought it'd really happen to me'', the day before before
                  before      he      died.........../// & then he was dead///

Such fckn trouble this death-shit is....AND how embarrassing.  Two hundred five pounds of rotting meat to be disposed-of by complete stranger(s).

Who'd'a' ever thought it'd end like this? Who'd'a' thought it'd end at all?
 So long of a time, vanishing in seemingly, a few minutes.

'House arrest'....ain't allowed to drive....can't go anywhere without strict super-vision.
thirty months in in in a destitute grief as to my girl-child being dead....world being
in the grip of an unprecedented, lethal, nefarious, deal-of-death shutting Eveything down. Making for an increasingly crazed populace.

((( O death, death, death, death.
 May be the best thing ever happened to Our Body, Every Body.)))


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Waking Up From The Night Before,
Blood Soaked Clothes,
Litter The Floor..
Now Trying To Remember,
Instead Of Trying To Forget..
My Visions A Blur,
Blood Shot Eyes,
Cuts Across My Chest,
My Arms And My Thighs..
A Pool Of Blood,
Disguised As My Bed,
From A Blade To My Wrists,
A Strike To The Head..
 
Feelings Start To Return,
Valium Cutting A Slight Edge,
Alcohol Dims The Constant Pain,
The Healing Of Flesh,
A Recovering  Vein..
 
Hours Pass,
My Limbs Start To Creak,
Body Starts To Move,
My Mouth Starts To Speak..
The Cocktail Kicking In,
Feeling Half Human Again..
I Haven’t Got Long To Savour,
I’m Jekyll Now,
Dr Hyde’s Around Later..

You were my idol  
my first hero;  
A teenage girl in her prime of 'cool'  
and everything I wanted to be  
I guess I made it irresistable  
for you to take advantage of me  
 
~Because that's exactly what you did~  
 
Took a sinless  
bright-eyed little girl  
and molded her  
to serve  
in your sick world  
She complied with your  
requests  
demands  
desires  
without understanding  
or being told the price  
just so happy  
to be  
in your shadow  
 
You took pride  
in your wicked lessons  
Late nights  
spent at home  
practicing
'cause I knew you'd ask  
to see my progress  
So eager to please  
and gain your approval  
Damn!  
How pathetic!  
I guess I was born  
with daddy issues!  
 
Your obedient little captive;  
my days spent  
naked in your cage  
That was your favorite game  
I can still recall the  
sight  
and    
smell  
of that damp, dark basement  
cold concrete slab floor...  
pillows..  
curtains..  
and always a locked door  
 
Kool-Aid and polaroid
photo shoots  
123...I'll do you and  
you do me  
ABC...BDSM  
Barbie doll re-enactments  
Crude tools and implements  
Learning to write the alphabet  
and how to pleasure myself...  
whatever that meant
 
~Goddamn these nauseating photographic memories~  
 
I wish they  
would've stayed  
locked away but  
the repressed  
resurfaced  
one day  
I'll be okay...  
it's not like  
I was violated  
with a dick  
Virginity intact  
still clean and pure...  
right?
 
You make me sick!  
I was just  
a kid  
when you poisoned  
my mind......  
My twisted mind  
And now the line  
is blurred between  
hate  
and  
appreciate
'cause now and then  
I quite like  
that I'm not  
alright;  
they call me a  
'switch'  
 
Strained sympathy  
pity and empathy  
For I know the cycle  
didn't start  
with you  
Someone before  
poisoned you too  
It must have been  
confusing  
I am sorry, I truly am  
The difference between  
you and I  
is that I would never  
bring this infliction  
on anyone else  
..ever..  
 
To never be satisfied  
with the conventional  
was the heavy price  
I paid  
for your games  
 
So come closer  
dear cousin[i][/i]  
because I really do think  
you just need a hug  
and I promise  
it's from the heart.....  
from mine  
.....bleeding....  
to yours  
as my sharp blade  
shreds and  
tears you  
apart  
 
~Now be a good girl and keep quiet, the pain will end soon

The Lady of scarlet lust
Azure lidded concubine  
in whom we trust
Purple-robed Harlot
that turns men to dust.  
Saintly blood is taken,  
a universe is shaken
When thou art no more
it pleases our whore
Thy self asunder torn,  
in the void a star is born

         
to be so reckless and anoint her          
a thing of rare beauty          
would be grossly improper          
         
blasphemy          
         
stunningly breathtaking          
her virtues become one's symptoms          
         
an effect even more asphyxiating          
if one was exposed to her lethal gaze          
         
to pass such deadliness in the street          
would inspire one to conjure magic          
only to pluck flowers from thin air          
offer her a valentine and lose my good name          
       
on any blessed day of this life         
 

      
     
     
we can only hope      
the mess      
calling themselves      
your parents, mentioned   
that you're dying      
yes, we all end up dead      
     
some people        
stay married through it      
others don't      
some do it      
holding hands with love      
others never experience      
the emotion      
     
there will be those      
who dance through it      
while many will      
never have heard      
the music      
move their body      
     
you'll find the types      
who consume knowledge      
and those      
who couldn't care less      
the ones whose names are      
forever embedded in books      
and the ones  
who don't even appear      
on grave stones      
     
some people will pretend      
it's not true      
as their eyelids close, breathing      
across time zones,      
tropics, and the equator      
   
if in their mess, they forgot      
I'll be the messenger      
that let's you know      
you're dying      
and the best you can hope for      
is that you don't come back      
to die it again      
     
     
-once is surely enough