Submissions by Perdition
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled." William Blake
SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2015 4:53pm
28th Nov 2015 4:53pm
Le Parade de Vers
The big-tongued waitress calls out my name
Pours a glass “Le Parade” into Picasso as
I slump across the checkered paged floor
Her voice between the tiles,
Here is where I find the world as I am,
Slit into a trillion pieces
Becoming slowly aware,
In every breath of every day,
she is my last glass of god.
Pours a glass “Le Parade” into Picasso as
I slump across the checkered paged floor
Her voice between the tiles,
Here is where I find the world as I am,
Slit into a trillion pieces
Becoming slowly aware,
In every breath of every day,
she is my last glass of god.
836 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
25th Nov 2015 4:32pm
25th Nov 2015 4:32pm
Reality, She Spoke
Let it out,
Let it hollow you,
Let it sunder you as a Swift
melded in imponderable flight
Be vigil,
Stem the lustful ease
from your branching lies,
If you hear your song,
let it be the sound that sings you well.
If you feel your death,
Accept it,
Let it redeem your freedom,
Let your maggots inside,
Their teeth imbedded to release...
Let it hollow you,
Let it sunder you as a Swift
melded in imponderable flight
Be vigil,
Stem the lustful ease
from your branching lies,
If you hear your song,
let it be the sound that sings you well.
If you feel your death,
Accept it,
Let it redeem your freedom,
Let your maggots inside,
Their teeth imbedded to release...
708 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2015 5:22am
14th Nov 2015 5:22am
Sunday's Cold Clear Water
Skype…vodka...
A piano bar...
Freshly warmed paper...
Gloves fade their white into cold snowed angels …
Cups of intrepid coffee...
Urban windows and familiar calls...the laughter of freedom
Sound of chance spilling into a broken man's ear...
Warm eyes that stare me back....a bed of leaves and time to lie there...
A tapping at my door...
The wind, playing shrilled charade with branches gum tree...
A...
A piano bar...
Freshly warmed paper...
Gloves fade their white into cold snowed angels …
Cups of intrepid coffee...
Urban windows and familiar calls...the laughter of freedom
Sound of chance spilling into a broken man's ear...
Warm eyes that stare me back....a bed of leaves and time to lie there...
A tapping at my door...
The wind, playing shrilled charade with branches gum tree...
A...
846 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2015 8:34am
6th Nov 2015 8:34am
Lying Down with Zero Light and Typing with My Thumb
Some days,
When I blow into my seething cups of coffee
It sounds and feels like a drumroll,
Some days,
Though I set the clock to a proper pace, it stumbles and crawls around me
Like a babe in the claws of a jealous crib
Some days,
These thoughts I mirror are at best a brief allusion
My sympathies asleep; building glassy castles of my needless bed,
Some days
When I dare think of how you came into my life,
I scream these pieces out,
Becoming now, the landscape unthreaded,
An infusion submerged into...
When I blow into my seething cups of coffee
It sounds and feels like a drumroll,
Some days,
Though I set the clock to a proper pace, it stumbles and crawls around me
Like a babe in the claws of a jealous crib
Some days,
These thoughts I mirror are at best a brief allusion
My sympathies asleep; building glassy castles of my needless bed,
Some days
When I dare think of how you came into my life,
I scream these pieces out,
Becoming now, the landscape unthreaded,
An infusion submerged into...
838 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Nov 2015 7:22am
5th Nov 2015 7:22am
Visions Appalachia
This moldering threshold 'pon the hoof of my door
It slithers
Mutates
Spins into the face
I recognize,
Once a terra cotta,
The arrogance, your naked seedling
In my sacred lips Virginia,
My flesh of Appalachia
Green, though your
longing hills
circling round, where deep
beneath me a watchful wolverine
in feverish decay, stays its guard
A light to force in fire,
A visceral tribulation.
Arms filled to the bone in blue
Every word a passionate cancer,
Patiently pleads,...
It slithers
Mutates
Spins into the face
I recognize,
Once a terra cotta,
The arrogance, your naked seedling
In my sacred lips Virginia,
My flesh of Appalachia
Green, though your
longing hills
circling round, where deep
beneath me a watchful wolverine
in feverish decay, stays its guard
A light to force in fire,
A visceral tribulation.
Arms filled to the bone in blue
Every word a passionate cancer,
Patiently pleads,...
787 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2015 7:16pm
24th Oct 2015 7:16pm
The Open Mandala
It was hinged in manifold of rue and scarlet fate, pooling the young maiden’s hand. Ghastly hewed, I scarcely dimmed where the sound and soul had so wantonly paced; so strangely familiar to these bruises 'pon my port Village.
One must take heed, as madness too dwells in these tired
countries.
Balance holds briefly,‘tween a flint and dry spark of wool and all the idle hours, all our daily countering, swayed under crow fed language, will nigh cease this eternal stalking. Shadows define the candle-wall days effortless, once we barter our ends toward our end; ...
One must take heed, as madness too dwells in these tired
countries.
Balance holds briefly,‘tween a flint and dry spark of wool and all the idle hours, all our daily countering, swayed under crow fed language, will nigh cease this eternal stalking. Shadows define the candle-wall days effortless, once we barter our ends toward our end; ...
738 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2015 8:57pm
20th Oct 2015 8:57pm
Walker
It astounds;
emitting from the quiet hills
And I know
I am not ready,
In the grassy marsh,
I sense your elegance following me
Your frail spine, still lingering in
the wooden framework of my opened door.
Walking here has always burned me,
On occasion I wander past your foolish name,
Questions spill like pennies from my mind
morphed into some wishing filled trough.
In the waters I can feel your thirst...
emitting from the quiet hills
And I know
I am not ready,
In the grassy marsh,
I sense your elegance following me
Your frail spine, still lingering in
the wooden framework of my opened door.
Walking here has always burned me,
On occasion I wander past your foolish name,
Questions spill like pennies from my mind
morphed into some wishing filled trough.
In the waters I can feel your thirst...
665 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2015 2:04am
18th Oct 2015 2:04am
Apotheosis
He called it God…
That restless estuary where pain streams into possibility.
I remember it as a green rivulet settled deep beneath his eyes.
Struggling like an autumn wasp through the scarred landscape of his face
down into the wells of Africa; beyond the emulous storms of his birth.
Life's poison rising. His jaundice yellowing in defiance. Never once seeking out a shy or peaceful shelter in the momentary
isles of time, he walked fearless over the coral blades of sense.
Born a roach;
a sword in the eye of the flesh and...
That restless estuary where pain streams into possibility.
I remember it as a green rivulet settled deep beneath his eyes.
Struggling like an autumn wasp through the scarred landscape of his face
down into the wells of Africa; beyond the emulous storms of his birth.
Life's poison rising. His jaundice yellowing in defiance. Never once seeking out a shy or peaceful shelter in the momentary
isles of time, he walked fearless over the coral blades of sense.
Born a roach;
a sword in the eye of the flesh and...
823 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2015 5:10am
17th Oct 2015 5:10am
An Easy Dream
The walls dripped
chips and scars of broken brick tumbling to my language…
covered with unexplored emotion,
Just like us,
The lost city of some lone carpenter’s design
hidden in the thin divide
The Tao of each nail whistling a desolate song
Hinge sweat still holding back the wolves
The angles forming puzzles of solitude
and it all seems to die in a hand of elsewhere
as elsewhere is an engine of time
A string
hanging from the ears of god,
We form the sound of dark turned roads
night after life
But these walls between...
chips and scars of broken brick tumbling to my language…
covered with unexplored emotion,
Just like us,
The lost city of some lone carpenter’s design
hidden in the thin divide
The Tao of each nail whistling a desolate song
Hinge sweat still holding back the wolves
The angles forming puzzles of solitude
and it all seems to die in a hand of elsewhere
as elsewhere is an engine of time
A string
hanging from the ears of god,
We form the sound of dark turned roads
night after life
But these walls between...
#dreams
764 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2015 6:57am
15th Oct 2015 6:57am
Cranial
What have we done in the fair vanity of
mockery; in factums parasitical
Our days spent in chambers,
Foolish hounds and straddled electric means;
Blare and soldiers breaching our ancient walls,
Architects unsound.
We spark the elevated miserable smoke,
children round black crumbling carousel,
I lock the turnstile, with white maelstrom beat
pondering how all misery ends;
Pondering the light’s last blush and breath
A darkness,
not just to night.
mockery; in factums parasitical
Our days spent in chambers,
Foolish hounds and straddled electric means;
Blare and soldiers breaching our ancient walls,
Architects unsound.
We spark the elevated miserable smoke,
children round black crumbling carousel,
I lock the turnstile, with white maelstrom beat
pondering how all misery ends;
Pondering the light’s last blush and breath
A darkness,
not just to night.
641 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Oct 2015 8:30pm
14th Oct 2015 8:30pm
The Hunger
You ask, “Why does this not kill me?”
I reply, “Consider nightfall;
why does it suffer so a peaceful birth,
day illume nothing into terminal crisis,
Steel to it’s confederate ideal.”
How wise were they whose stage lay them down into water,
Into madness immortal
Who saw what little of life they could
Arranged here, in corners
over rounds of epical war.
I reply, “Consider nightfall;
why does it suffer so a peaceful birth,
day illume nothing into terminal crisis,
Steel to it’s confederate ideal.”
How wise were they whose stage lay them down into water,
Into madness immortal
Who saw what little of life they could
Arranged here, in corners
over rounds of epical war.
608 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
14th Oct 2015 3:19pm
14th Oct 2015 3:19pm
If Only We Were Alive
You lived your hours as a fallen leaf,
Pinned by Panthera's flame.
You found your door and stumbled aware into darkness,
Your life, a momentary page inside the gun.
I glimpsed your stacks of crude-shelled magazines-
glossy-eyed angels made for a bed of pillows.
Remember how you smoked brows into crop circles,
How they flocked with merely a wink of a smile.
A billion agonies and stars dripping from your teeth,
jar of tarantula too.
I would have given everything to know where they lived, ...
Pinned by Panthera's flame.
You found your door and stumbled aware into darkness,
Your life, a momentary page inside the gun.
I glimpsed your stacks of crude-shelled magazines-
glossy-eyed angels made for a bed of pillows.
Remember how you smoked brows into crop circles,
How they flocked with merely a wink of a smile.
A billion agonies and stars dripping from your teeth,
jar of tarantula too.
I would have given everything to know where they lived, ...
761 reads
4 Comments
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