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chaos
jupiter will suffocate..
under the weight of the raven and the dove..
of the same body..
bullets will break out of their skulls..
knives will break out of their throats..
I will come from inside..
I will come from silence..
snakes from my spine..
made of ghosts and novas..
and fire from my belly..
I will be the hammer..
I will break jennifer with nails..
on her fathers bed..
saturn falls..
incarnations layered through time..
I will tear all his faces from the spheres..
I will pull them under..
I will break their skulls with my fists..
I will clench their throats till they disintegrate..
I will lay hands and their hearts will die..
I have been the phoenix..
I have been the dove..
I have been the dragon..
the angle has been skinned..
I am the liar..
I am the treachery..
bomb on the hand of a clock..
moth aiming for a land mine..
the archer torn apart..
becomes the snake..
breathes water..
becomes the dragon..
purified by water..
drowned by water..
just a few more moments of innocense..
and jessica would have drown by my hands..
my father laid crystals on the base of my spine when I was a child..
building walls..
with the black guardians hiding their faces..
I will break my father apart..
I will find the guardians..
I will bring them to the stream..
I will make them kneel by the river..
I will force their heads under like the anchor bitches in the sink..
all this time hiding in my leg..
I can still feel their ghosts swimming there in me..
hospitals hide their black rooms and saws..
I will baptize them by the neck..
I will force their life from them into the waters..
and remember jennifer..
under the weight of the raven and the dove..
of the same body..
bullets will break out of their skulls..
knives will break out of their throats..
I will come from inside..
I will come from silence..
snakes from my spine..
made of ghosts and novas..
and fire from my belly..
I will be the hammer..
I will break jennifer with nails..
on her fathers bed..
saturn falls..
incarnations layered through time..
I will tear all his faces from the spheres..
I will pull them under..
I will break their skulls with my fists..
I will clench their throats till they disintegrate..
I will lay hands and their hearts will die..
I have been the phoenix..
I have been the dove..
I have been the dragon..
the angle has been skinned..
I am the liar..
I am the treachery..
bomb on the hand of a clock..
moth aiming for a land mine..
the archer torn apart..
becomes the snake..
breathes water..
becomes the dragon..
purified by water..
drowned by water..
just a few more moments of innocense..
and jessica would have drown by my hands..
my father laid crystals on the base of my spine when I was a child..
building walls..
with the black guardians hiding their faces..
I will break my father apart..
I will find the guardians..
I will bring them to the stream..
I will make them kneel by the river..
I will force their heads under like the anchor bitches in the sink..
all this time hiding in my leg..
I can still feel their ghosts swimming there in me..
hospitals hide their black rooms and saws..
I will baptize them by the neck..
I will force their life from them into the waters..
and remember jennifer..
Published 25th Dec 2009
| Edited 4th Nov 2023
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26th Dec 2009 10:26am
Nice epic poem. Not enough people write epic poems.
I really like the line about being able to see the ghosts swimming in yourself.
I really like the line about being able to see the ghosts swimming in yourself.
26th Dec 2009 6:06pm
thanks doll.. yeah part of the ghosts swimming was from a dream of dragons swimming in a transparent body/mannequin.. another is because of the phantom pain I have in my missing leg.. I think it's actually a ghost now.. but still there.. and the pain is because it's trapped between worlds.. cheers!!
Anonymous
3rd Feb 2010 1:55pm
Beautiful language, mixed in with your usual prophetic violence and dark themes. The opening image of Jupiter suffocating beneath a raven and a dove is worthy of canonisation, and the flow here is almost tuneful (one can sense your affinity with music here). Also, the idea of bullets and knives exploding outwards from inside the body is fantastic. A triumph. Like an iron fist in a velvet glove, the pain and the anger and the torment are expressed with poetic elegance.
4th Feb 2010 00:01am
originally this was three poems (the splitting up of paragraphs were where the poems ended) but I did it as a spoken word piece which I believe is up on my myspace band page.. and everything here needed to be said all together.. with minor breaks in between the paragraphs.. thank you as always for your thoughtful creative and unique compliments and comments.. Im glad you enjoy my work so..
21st Apr 2010 4:30am
haha im not to good at writing comments but i love this poem also... its amazing and i love how you use the words... it pained a beautiful picture in my head.. i love it
21st Apr 2010 5:59am
yeah painting a picture.. it is really a visually stimulating poem isn't it.. hey I really appreciate the compliments and read.. thanks for taking the time to check out my stuff.. Im so glad you like my work :D
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4th Nov 2023 7:28pm
Ah yes, pull me into the chaos. So often I feel I already live there and this certain speaks of the violent turbulence that rips and tears deep within. And more specifically there are a few lines that speak deeply to my own experience.
The expression of crucifixion and transformation into something different through pain. Thrown into a pit of chaos early on, it having touched me inside and out to the core.
Some of your imagery made me think of this song... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nW-IPrzM1g
I am not sure if you meant it as a metaphor or not but yes part of Jennifer died. Will that part be remembered or did she become exactly what was desired all along.
Anyway, this one strikes deep at the tolls of extensive abuse for me. Very meaningful.
The expression of crucifixion and transformation into something different through pain. Thrown into a pit of chaos early on, it having touched me inside and out to the core.
Some of your imagery made me think of this song... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nW-IPrzM1g
I am not sure if you meant it as a metaphor or not but yes part of Jennifer died. Will that part be remembered or did she become exactly what was desired all along.
Anyway, this one strikes deep at the tolls of extensive abuse for me. Very meaningful.
4th Nov 2023 7:44pm
"thrown into a pit of chaos early on," yes. you too? well, there's abuse in there; there's metaphor; there's fiction; there's myth. there's autobiography and storytelling in all my words. jennifer was actually ambiguous here. i've known many jennifers in my life... it's all of them... and none... it's one i haven't met yet but will... it's a fictitious ideal... it's whatever you make of jennifer based on the text. the chaos visions of the first paragraphs is like what i imagine Ggöd rage would be. to be as one at one's absolute wit's end because you can do anything and have been alive for a long time and have probably experienced a great deal of bad shit and lost a great deal and hate yourself so must be bored and frustrated and discouraged to an extent few can sympathize with. don't fret jennifer will be remembered!
