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My Face Has No Place
Walking the wonders of these wounded stars...
I'm a residual byproduct of the planet Mars...
I suppose I'm sort of traveling...
But I seem to be so quickly unraveling beneath my finest of earthly linen...
My self harm is really just beginning...
The rupture of this insensate living that I've been giving in too...
I'm a tourist watching tourists...
A sick and malnourished vacation...
My ever so frustrating auric cremation...
This carnal incarnation laying vertical in lifes lawn chair...
Full speed ahead or dead...
I've wed this life...
I've fed this life with a routine of servile compliance...
The celestial science of a migrant joe...
Trying to find the flow within the currents of humanity...
Return to sender...
Enter again the cosmic blender...
A mix master of pretentious puppet's...
Sounding off the seven trumpets...
Looks like I've reached my horizontal summit...
Where I've gone and done it again...
A lobotomy limbo for the mentally insane...
The small talking pain of a simplistic conversation...
The darting complications of eye correlation...
A tsunami of people that spill through these filthy streets...
And everyone's slurred speech...
Our paradise lost in a derilect desertion...
So hastily tossed beneath another diversion...
Life's ever mysterious disguise...
Our veiled hellos...
And our naked goodbyes...
Are we really even alive...
This ivigorating escalator of life is dated and long out of service...
And humanity's stuck to this precarious surface...
The hypnosis of these flickering and flashing neon lights...
For fuck sakes...
There's people everywhere and they all look alike...
A Type A personality...
A type B fatality...
My fiercely gyrating mortality...
A sickening reality hiding inside the blinking nights of this blackened circle...
I palm at the weathered braille...
Scrolled upon these invisible walls...
The beginnings of life and the ends of it all...
I secure my helmet...
My rocket calls...
My face within this faceless crowd...
Has no place at all...
ELI
I'm a residual byproduct of the planet Mars...
I suppose I'm sort of traveling...
But I seem to be so quickly unraveling beneath my finest of earthly linen...
My self harm is really just beginning...
The rupture of this insensate living that I've been giving in too...
I'm a tourist watching tourists...
A sick and malnourished vacation...
My ever so frustrating auric cremation...
This carnal incarnation laying vertical in lifes lawn chair...
Full speed ahead or dead...
I've wed this life...
I've fed this life with a routine of servile compliance...
The celestial science of a migrant joe...
Trying to find the flow within the currents of humanity...
Return to sender...
Enter again the cosmic blender...
A mix master of pretentious puppet's...
Sounding off the seven trumpets...
Looks like I've reached my horizontal summit...
Where I've gone and done it again...
A lobotomy limbo for the mentally insane...
The small talking pain of a simplistic conversation...
The darting complications of eye correlation...
A tsunami of people that spill through these filthy streets...
And everyone's slurred speech...
Our paradise lost in a derilect desertion...
So hastily tossed beneath another diversion...
Life's ever mysterious disguise...
Our veiled hellos...
And our naked goodbyes...
Are we really even alive...
This ivigorating escalator of life is dated and long out of service...
And humanity's stuck to this precarious surface...
The hypnosis of these flickering and flashing neon lights...
For fuck sakes...
There's people everywhere and they all look alike...
A Type A personality...
A type B fatality...
My fiercely gyrating mortality...
A sickening reality hiding inside the blinking nights of this blackened circle...
I palm at the weathered braille...
Scrolled upon these invisible walls...
The beginnings of life and the ends of it all...
I secure my helmet...
My rocket calls...
My face within this faceless crowd...
Has no place at all...
ELI
Published 26th Nov 2020
Author's Note
Art by the Great Christian Cvetanov
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Omg... ELI!!!
I'M NOT WORTHY
🙇♀️
(👆🏻 me bowing down)
This is a masterful write of "where do I fit in?" (if I even WANT to fit in at all ) The struggle with being understood and feeling more alone standing within a crowd. That's my jist, anyway. If I'm close, then yeah, I hear you. Loud and clear. Some of your metaphors are jaw dropping and truly breath taking. I'm in awe of this poem, really. I have read it twice and I seem to come away with more and more each time. A gift that keeps on giving, indeed. Ty for sharing this with us all. What a wonderful gift it is and a true treat to be thankful for
Much love,
-B
💜🌹💜🌹💜🌹💜
I'M NOT WORTHY
🙇♀️
(👆🏻 me bowing down)
This is a masterful write of "where do I fit in?" (if I even WANT to fit in at all ) The struggle with being understood and feeling more alone standing within a crowd. That's my jist, anyway. If I'm close, then yeah, I hear you. Loud and clear. Some of your metaphors are jaw dropping and truly breath taking. I'm in awe of this poem, really. I have read it twice and I seem to come away with more and more each time. A gift that keeps on giving, indeed. Ty for sharing this with us all. What a wonderful gift it is and a true treat to be thankful for
Much love,
-B
💜🌹💜🌹💜🌹💜
1st Dec 2020 10:40am
I randomly stumbled upon your creation and I’m glad that I did because this is truly beautiful. You actually inspired me to create an account on here of my own. So thank you for that :)
4th Dec 2020 7:03pm
I'm elated at your inspiration...! 🔥 and thank you... I appreciate your kind words...
4th Dec 2020 1:25am
Your syllabic harmonies are on point, really playing jazz with the words, add to that the proportional equipoise of the relatable gravity of the message, that feeling of loneliness, disconnection and you've created a poem of terrific merit. Admirable work Elias.
4th Dec 2020 7:09pm
Daniel... thank you sir... very gracious thoughts... I'm unable to properly express my gratitude in return... just know I value and much respect your thoughts and visits to my pages... 🔥
