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Meditation of Madness
locked in the house alone
voices begin to drone
wraith’s whispers cloud my mind
seeping through the slats
paint my thoughts matte
pushing and pulling me from behind
illuminating the part that enjoys
the nigrescent noise
echoing their persuasive poems infinite
from a familiar goatee
in the pale glow I see
myself grin from the pit
in garments of grays
instigating conflict from the haze
inciting a fight
blows of anger and revenge
cause the door to my composure to unhinge
tonight in the blight
as my reality begins to bleed
the ceiling start to recede
leaving me to wrestle in the abyss
where I forgave and forgot my pain
shackled and bound by chain
in the mocking madness...
(for Abyss comp.)
voices begin to drone
wraith’s whispers cloud my mind
seeping through the slats
paint my thoughts matte
pushing and pulling me from behind
illuminating the part that enjoys
the nigrescent noise
echoing their persuasive poems infinite
from a familiar goatee
in the pale glow I see
myself grin from the pit
in garments of grays
instigating conflict from the haze
inciting a fight
blows of anger and revenge
cause the door to my composure to unhinge
tonight in the blight
as my reality begins to bleed
the ceiling start to recede
leaving me to wrestle in the abyss
where I forgave and forgot my pain
shackled and bound by chain
in the mocking madness...
(for Abyss comp.)
Published 22nd Mar 2016
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22nd Mar 2016 9:49pm
nice.....
from a familiar goatee
in the pale glow I see
myself grin from the pit ...is sweet....our hells are a crazy damn place...SS
from a familiar goatee
in the pale glow I see
myself grin from the pit ...is sweet....our hells are a crazy damn place...SS
24th Mar 2016 8:49pm
lol, yeah i gotta touch those parts every green moon... or i will go insane, thanx for blowing thru brother...
23rd Mar 2016 7:16am
24th Mar 2016 8:51pm
im such a newbie ive never written one before, it's my list though, thanx for the compliment and for paddling thru Whale...
23rd Mar 2016 12:58pm
Very good rhythm of rhyme, Dean.
Whale beat me to the first verse comment -
very Haiku-like.
Best of luck in the comp!
Whale beat me to the first verse comment -
very Haiku-like.
Best of luck in the comp!
24th Mar 2016 8:55pm
25th Mar 2016 00:59am
Hopefully if the box of disturbances we create is our own creation, we can find the way to get out, and even learn a thing or two in the process
25th Mar 2016 7:15pm
yep, i think that is part of our purpose here is to figure out your obstacles, real talk Jazz thanx for commenting and echoing thru...
25th Mar 2016 4:46am
I like this poem because the images provoke in me a good night with a bottle of Jameson. But that's me. I think the word choice is strong. But the images almost feel like glass. I feel that each stanza is breaking into the next one which is incredible because it provokes very tense subject matter. It's like each stanza has a glass floor just breaking into the level below it.
25th Mar 2016 7:20pm
wow, has to be one of the most poetic comments i have received, i am shattered into a thousand shards of humility, will over to read some of your, thanx for commenting and whispering thru...
25th Mar 2016 12:20pm
you have some mad word skills :) truly, your diction leaves me in awe each time i return... the rhythm is breathtaking, images provoke the senses... a sterling write
~ k
xo
~ k
xo
25th Mar 2016 7:24pm
sheesh, your comments take my breath, just trying to get on your level, thanx for commenting and streching thru...
26th Mar 2016 9:49pm
29th Mar 2016 10:15pm
29th Mar 2016 7:46am
Really loved---> “illuminating the part that enjoys
the nigrescent noise
echoing their persuasive poems infinite” &
“blows of anger and revenge
cause the door to my composure to unhinge
tonight in the blight"<-- both of these stanza gave me such vivid images and beautifully crafted I might add.
the nigrescent noise
echoing their persuasive poems infinite” &
“blows of anger and revenge
cause the door to my composure to unhinge
tonight in the blight"<-- both of these stanza gave me such vivid images and beautifully crafted I might add.
29th Mar 2016 10:18pm
