Submissions by manic_inspiration (Brian Minnick)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Dec 2010 5:57am
14th Dec 2010 5:57am
Time Unveiling Truth
Blood spills, removed from
pulsing two-way streets onto
cold concrete; no one stops.
A bold Lion roars in
Hebraic monolouges;
not preacher: executioner,
For years ago:
You did not listen;
I did not understand.
A small sexless child
sits under the Lion's mane
shuts its eyes as if invisible.
In its hand appears a stone
"skip it across the lake
see how far it goes!"
Holding eachother's hand
we see the stained horizen
procure its new toy.
The child is an indeterminate...
pulsing two-way streets onto
cold concrete; no one stops.
A bold Lion roars in
Hebraic monolouges;
not preacher: executioner,
For years ago:
You did not listen;
I did not understand.
A small sexless child
sits under the Lion's mane
shuts its eyes as if invisible.
In its hand appears a stone
"skip it across the lake
see how far it goes!"
Holding eachother's hand
we see the stained horizen
procure its new toy.
The child is an indeterminate...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th May 2010 11:48pm
10th May 2010 11:48pm
Unnamed Soundscape
Sound! Dear angel Sound!
Your trumpet, triumphant
Petals of truth; dripping
anti-lullabies, not a time for
sleep. Ruler over lies
Alpha through Omega
Not only a word. but
The Word
The key of C
Home, Tonic,
the beginning and end
(as such things may exist)
emerging, riding bareback
gusts of heavenly wind.
Such piercing voluntaries
held tight and thrust out
soar on the fabric
towards the earth and the mind.
Some upward hear chords;
others bear left to right
words (right to left;...
Your trumpet, triumphant
Petals of truth; dripping
anti-lullabies, not a time for
sleep. Ruler over lies
Alpha through Omega
Not only a word. but
The Word
The key of C
Home, Tonic,
the beginning and end
(as such things may exist)
emerging, riding bareback
gusts of heavenly wind.
Such piercing voluntaries
held tight and thrust out
soar on the fabric
towards the earth and the mind.
Some upward hear chords;
others bear left to right
words (right to left;...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2010 11:35pm
10th May 2010 11:35pm
The Mother Woman
Tampered dreams create a film
of slush, steel and young men’s dreams.
Below the water is crystal clear
flowing with tears of an ancient regime;
title it society, plundered metal
psychic philanthropy lost in a fog.
Visions of a true woman, milk
rocking a new woman into time.
Gifted with sight, ugly, contrite;
replace a crystal ball with hand-washed
wet china -Who is the fairest in the land?
-Blood of a mother’s weeping hands.
Strength in a daycare’s mixed relief.
Power of the modern day, working without
straying grief for...
of slush, steel and young men’s dreams.
Below the water is crystal clear
flowing with tears of an ancient regime;
title it society, plundered metal
psychic philanthropy lost in a fog.
Visions of a true woman, milk
rocking a new woman into time.
Gifted with sight, ugly, contrite;
replace a crystal ball with hand-washed
wet china -Who is the fairest in the land?
-Blood of a mother’s weeping hands.
Strength in a daycare’s mixed relief.
Power of the modern day, working without
straying grief for...
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STORY POEM
Published
1st May 2010 00:41am
1st May 2010 00:41am
Guide
Oh cumbersome giant
I see you have lost your fairy guide;
For she leads, with her kin,
All giants in stride, away from
The terrible reign of mankind.
Here you appear, on my lawn,
In the sun, and rather than awe
I begin to see I quite know it all:
The elves in the creek, dancing
In the everglow of true fireflies,
Weaving behind vacant threads of the eye.
Dragons cry tears of joy for the
Goddess of the Great Blue and her
Nimbus mask, true freedom anew.
Tainted demonic voyeurs galore
In the streets that most of us...
I see you have lost your fairy guide;
For she leads, with her kin,
All giants in stride, away from
The terrible reign of mankind.
Here you appear, on my lawn,
In the sun, and rather than awe
I begin to see I quite know it all:
The elves in the creek, dancing
In the everglow of true fireflies,
Weaving behind vacant threads of the eye.
Dragons cry tears of joy for the
Goddess of the Great Blue and her
Nimbus mask, true freedom anew.
Tainted demonic voyeurs galore
In the streets that most of us...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st May 2010 00:39am
1st May 2010 00:39am
Palm Sunday
Golden light drifts as a dove
Onto palms and the
Children of God.
A prayer rejoices life and love
Electric silence
Of this Sunday morn.
Six bells awaken, an anthem
Is raised, the beat
Of a drum calls hearts to embrace.
The Good Shepard now raises
Faith as a crook, and
Leads his flock inside the stone church.
‘Hosanna in the highest,’
The people cry. Pain on a
Cross must precede Paradise.
Jesus’ trial is now relived
And ‘Crucify him!’
Is forced onto lips.
A tear can be seen and ...
Onto palms and the
Children of God.
A prayer rejoices life and love
Electric silence
Of this Sunday morn.
Six bells awaken, an anthem
Is raised, the beat
Of a drum calls hearts to embrace.
The Good Shepard now raises
Faith as a crook, and
Leads his flock inside the stone church.
‘Hosanna in the highest,’
The people cry. Pain on a
Cross must precede Paradise.
Jesus’ trial is now relived
And ‘Crucify him!’
Is forced onto lips.
A tear can be seen and ...
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2010 11:53pm
2nd Apr 2010 11:53pm
Journey
She has been sitting on that egg
all morning and
won’t leave soon.
The river beneath her glides
gently, crystal music for a
thinly cased unconscious mind; a
rock lullaby.
She straddles the egg and fights
for its life. Pond snails and bullet
ants collide and form blood thirsty
armies only to be met by her
alcohol spit. Soon they will be
found by curious Biology majors
who hate cigarettes.
She sends two prayers:
One for the river who carries her
on and the one for her child who (she
knows) will never be born.
all morning and
won’t leave soon.
The river beneath her glides
gently, crystal music for a
thinly cased unconscious mind; a
rock lullaby.
She straddles the egg and fights
for its life. Pond snails and bullet
ants collide and form blood thirsty
armies only to be met by her
alcohol spit. Soon they will be
found by curious Biology majors
who hate cigarettes.
She sends two prayers:
One for the river who carries her
on and the one for her child who (she
knows) will never be born.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2010 8:37am
16th Mar 2010 8:37am
Winter
I hold little more than a thin love
for winter.
Why must the beauty of snowfall
be accompanied by
painful, cracked lips?
I feel joy when I see those thin
eternally delicate flakes.
Why then do they seek mutiny
against the earth, and hide
the gummy worms left last night?
Live with snow long enough and
it will show you how dirty streets are.
Must we not only deal with our
concrete guilt, but also pray to
new darkening clouds that we
Do not slip into sudden sleep;
onto a black ice met briefly?
I...
for winter.
Why must the beauty of snowfall
be accompanied by
painful, cracked lips?
I feel joy when I see those thin
eternally delicate flakes.
Why then do they seek mutiny
against the earth, and hide
the gummy worms left last night?
Live with snow long enough and
it will show you how dirty streets are.
Must we not only deal with our
concrete guilt, but also pray to
new darkening clouds that we
Do not slip into sudden sleep;
onto a black ice met briefly?
I...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2010 9:30pm
10th Mar 2010 9:30pm
Valley Hotel
A moment alone with the
freckled ceiling and
the surreal Hawaiian portrait
on the wall.
Tonight we will explore
the hot tub, the bed sheets
In the morning I will get
real eggs, sunny-side up
While he will get scrambled
egg beaters. My father’s girlfriend
will laugh. My grandfather will spill
his wine. Grandmother has already forgotten.
“If I had my choice, I would
never put on shoes.”
We listen to Hair ardently
arguing the qualities of a “good queer.”
freckled ceiling and
the surreal Hawaiian portrait
on the wall.
Tonight we will explore
the hot tub, the bed sheets
In the morning I will get
real eggs, sunny-side up
While he will get scrambled
egg beaters. My father’s girlfriend
will laugh. My grandfather will spill
his wine. Grandmother has already forgotten.
“If I had my choice, I would
never put on shoes.”
We listen to Hair ardently
arguing the qualities of a “good queer.”
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2010 5:08am
5th Mar 2010 5:08am
Iron Cross
I stand, bound, to an iron cross
The ropes cut deep into my fair skin
I committed the crime of standing out
Blending in is an unnatural force.
Society’s blessing comes with restrictions
You dare not resemble the howl of the wind
The loud, slapping shutters on these walls
Disturb the infinite monotony of the raindrop.
A stray dog approaches my straining body
Licking my feet, whining in hunger
An unexpected smile glides gently onto my face
If only man could be humble and wash fellow feet.
I fear not death, for he is not my...
The ropes cut deep into my fair skin
I committed the crime of standing out
Blending in is an unnatural force.
Society’s blessing comes with restrictions
You dare not resemble the howl of the wind
The loud, slapping shutters on these walls
Disturb the infinite monotony of the raindrop.
A stray dog approaches my straining body
Licking my feet, whining in hunger
An unexpected smile glides gently onto my face
If only man could be humble and wash fellow feet.
I fear not death, for he is not my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2010 6:57am
25th Feb 2010 6:57am
First Love
for Justin
I look to the past and accept that Love had to break me.
Desperate for his kiss
I tortured his mind.
I drilled a hole through his chest to find what he
couldn’t tell me and in
capital letters and months of silent agony,
we lied to each other, and to ourselves.
The villain is a role I will simply not play.
He told me loved me,
took it away,
and in Bourbon tears he promised a life
I had wanted for years.
Damn my naiveté and
Damn his confusion.
I could have been killed with how many times
I had to drive...
I look to the past and accept that Love had to break me.
Desperate for his kiss
I tortured his mind.
I drilled a hole through his chest to find what he
couldn’t tell me and in
capital letters and months of silent agony,
we lied to each other, and to ourselves.
The villain is a role I will simply not play.
He told me loved me,
took it away,
and in Bourbon tears he promised a life
I had wanted for years.
Damn my naiveté and
Damn his confusion.
I could have been killed with how many times
I had to drive...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2010 10:19am
12th Feb 2010 10:19am
For Timothy
(A Study in Style
I. Short Couplet)
You are my wings, O faithful one
yet as a stone you hold the drum
To deny alluring eyes from sight
to breath the pattern, ever bright.
You tell me I have earned your love
and yet I fail to fit the glove
Of cherishing your brilliant gait
of kissing lips devoid of hate.
Yet here I am and here I’ll be
ever learning, filled with glee.
Your warm and beeswax scented...
I. Short Couplet)
You are my wings, O faithful one
yet as a stone you hold the drum
To deny alluring eyes from sight
to breath the pattern, ever bright.
You tell me I have earned your love
and yet I fail to fit the glove
Of cherishing your brilliant gait
of kissing lips devoid of hate.
Yet here I am and here I’ll be
ever learning, filled with glee.
Your warm and beeswax scented...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2010 00:40am
5th Feb 2010 00:40am
Third Dance
Note: This is the third poem in a set of 4 titled "Insanity Breeds Lowly Company." The first and second of these (First/Second Dance) are posted here as well if you wish to read them as they were meant to be.
Third Dance
We believe in one God,
the Father, the Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is, seen and unseen.
(Forgive me Father for I have sinned)
We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only Son of God,
eternally begotten of the Father,
(Holy shit, this is more than just me)
God from God,...
Third Dance
We believe in one God,
the Father, the Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is, seen and unseen.
(Forgive me Father for I have sinned)
We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only Son of God,
eternally begotten of the Father,
(Holy shit, this is more than just me)
God from God,...
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