jeudi

~ CURETTED FURY



    For a thwarted intention
    For an unfulfilled expectation
    For an undelivered communication

    Anger arises in me
    And I am terrified,
    The mental shudder reverberates
    And enrages my fibres,
    Fulminating my mind’s eye.

    Words malform
    Like cement mixers
    In my parched mouth,
    Nothing I say comes out
    Like I think I mean.

    I feel anguish and
    I blabber insensate nonsense,
    Spouting out restlessness
    And claustrophobic curses.

    Denial and acceptance
    Are chaos in my depravity,
    Unquenchable and furious
    In the maddening thoughts
    Of glory and forfeit,
    A lost cause in a valiant battle
    Forever seeking closure and release.

    Forgive!
    I screech my primal scream
    Tearing my heart apart.



lundi

~ MORTUARY



    Decomposing
    Four minutes after death
    My encapsulated life
    Now acquires
    Its final metamorphosis.

    I begin
    To digest myself,
    Cells dissolving
    From the inside out,
    Tissues turning to liquid
    Then to swell gas.

    I am feast immovable
    To bacteria and flies:
    Skin rippling infestation,
    larvae hatching in my flesh,
    Now nutrient broth of
    Expired lies.






N.B.: It is a forensic fact that the human body begins its decomposition exactly 240 seconds after death.


vendredi

~ HARMONIC INTERNALITY



    Melodic notes
    Rebound
    The partitions
    Of my internal sighs
    And
    I sing atonic
    Hymns
    To deaf audiences
    Thus
    Creating
    Irreparable
    Cries




lundi

~ BECKONING EREBOS




    Do not summon my demon
    Unless you wish to be taken,
    To stand in the flash
    Of my exploding desire,
    Yourself consumed by driven emotion
    Wavering shards of erotic voracity.





samedi

~ SOLITARY SYNAESTHESIA

To those who are putrefying...



    Muse:
    Won't you meet
    My friends,
    Companions
    In my journey?

    Livid corpses
    Left behind,
    Frigid cadavers
    Rotting from the inside.

    Id? Ego:
    A river running dry.




~ SENSING



    I dance
    the sabba of
    despair
    when possessed
    by the violence
    of your
    anger:
    can't you love
    the moments
    when
    I touch you?




mardi

~ SEPARATING GRIMACE




    The rictus
    of subdued laughter
    marks
    your cruel face:
    my egoistic self
    cannot relent
    the palpitations
    fluttering
    in my ventricles
    whilst I tender
    my rejected
    hand.




~ PSYCHOTROPY



    Shooting up
    Delirium
    Into my soulless
    Brain




mercredi

~ RAPE



    I kill where I please because it is all mine.
    There is no sophistry in my body:
    My manners are tearing off heads -

    The allotment of death.
    For the one path of my flight is direct
    Through the bones of the living.
    No arguments assert my right:

    The sun is behind me.
    Nothing has changed since I began.
    My eye has permitted no change.
    I am going to keep things like this
    Until mystery rapes my reason.


jeudi

~ BASIC NEEDS




    Thirsting
    for my soul
    I cannot
    find its shadow.

    Hungry
    for my love
    I cannot
    find salvation.

    Weeping
    for my life
    I cannot
    find solution.




mercredi

~ TERMINATION




    I die for myself
    As I only live for you,
    I hate myself
    But I will always love you,
    I'm ending myself,
    But I'm eternally with you.














Emily Dickinson's axiom
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