We’ve Become Death, Destroyer Of Worlds
The self proclaimed elites
Laugh at us
And our petty ways
Ego and greed
Rule our minds
And we consistently engage
In ritualized homicide
Referring to ourselves
As conquerors of men
Professing our fealty
To murder incorporated
War drums beat
With the drips of bloodshed
Savagery increases
Humanity fades
Atrocities proliferate
Innocence is obliterated
The breaking point
Has been achieved
Our descent into madness
Is now complete
What She is Willing to Reveal
What She is Willing to Reveal
November 19, 2024
I may not view her face
Nor any of the faces it can make
I shall never see her smile
Never see her weep
No consternation
No elation or pride
I am never to see her draw a breath
Watching the extent in which she can
Matching the circumstance
With the expanse
Or the length in which she may hold
This singular genesis in which she responds
I am never to observe the factors
In which her life spirals to ruin
Or the fortitude
She presents to minimize the damage
To this, I am forbidden entry
Because of this, I am forbidden to help
I am permitted to ogle that side
She expects me to find attractive
She knows I have lust coursing
In my veins for her
What she doesn’t know
Is that lust rarely travels alone along that venue
Since it is her way
Or the highway
I accept my limitations
Privately hoping
She will pivot on both
Restrictions and geometry
Misophonia
behind me on the train
sucking soda through a straw
pushing the straw up and down
through the splintered hole
of a thin plastic cover
sucking soda through the straw
in my backpack the solution
i just happen to have
a large wooden cutting board
which i remove
gripping the bottom of both ends
of the short side
sucking soda
pushing the straw
sucking
as the momentum of my turn-around
slams the top of the board
upside one stunned face
then the afterglow
the ensuing silence
the relief
broken by a sound from hell
the kars4kids commercial
from some distant radio
in my backpack the solution
i just happen to have
an axe
11/19/2024
Prisoner of your own body
Most of your life
you were a prisoner
of your own body
Looking up the dark
rough edges of life
weren’t new to you
You trained hard
a kickboxer
a body builder
You got a body
of fights and conflicts
you got prisoned…
Steroids, police visits
were a daily routine
you were a tough boy
You got a body
of fights and conflicts
you got prisoned…
In the empty prison
of your own mind
you decided to be free
But your body striked again
four unimaginable times
being caught in brain infarctions
You got a body
of fights and conflicts
you got prisoned…
Once you really were
getting in prison
you looked up
Looking up the light
loving eternity of life
was new to you
You got a body
of caring and freeness
you got unprisoned
You got finally free
free of your own body
free of your own… mind.
©® SunRise - 11/19/2024 All rights reserved
♪Immortal♪
Beethoven pens
the Music
Internal
Ppa Ppa Ppa Ppum!!
to Feel the Sound
as we Heard it
in Boxes, in Halls
and Wood or Metal
Tunnels
what Passes on
in Movement
on Breath
by Extension
he Bends himself
as Tapping a Finger
or Heart in the Breast
the Slow
and/or Quick
Exhale
as Hands
in Embrace
or Footsteps
in Haste
Major Gestures
as well as Lesser
bodily Functions
Beats that Fall
Sharp or Flat
and Charge
the Rhythm of
the Atmosphere
as Captured
on Lined Paper...
Dot chasing Dot.
Cards on the table
I meet you at the table
We play our cards as they’re dealt
I call your bluff
You don’t call mine
You leave me at the table
Leave your cards on the table
Leave your heart on the table
I keep mine
Flush away my emotions in pursuit of the game
You leave straight away
We meet again at another table
Years down the line
The eye contact Deja vu from another time
but we’re playing a new game
Given new cards
Given a chance for a different call
I meet you at the table