Here are Five random poems, each one with emotion and imagery, and usually pain.


Trap of Measurement's Envy


Angel of darkness, Angel of light
come to me and be one tonight
Through the web of orb weavers
and mist of dew
mountains of dirt
built by a colony of workers
Creatures above, ground, and below
Play upon the feathery leaves
fallen in a moment's play
Pixies and sprites

dance in moondust
spreading it on the midnight's dew
my guardian with lightly dusted wings
glittering with phosphorescent and
eerie pastel glow
Skimming the tree stars
as the crickets' violin
hum to life, a vibrant tune
causing the speakers of nature
to erupt, bouncing the stalks
Angel, tiny angel
playing with her hair
sitting on a budded poppy
its color hidden
but beware
its scent is deadly
addictive a drug
for the faerie
you always want more
a thing of beauty
rare in this reality
black and white
with lines everywhere
A harsh dimension
of geometric shapes
all curves, and slants
eliminated in this squared zone
My little friend
gone to a cage
because of one's jealous rage
of sublime splendor
lost to me forevermore.



Mercy


Bleep, (sob), Bleep
Torn rivulets
rip
The oversaturated skin
Causing an overflow

Hands fly
involuntarily
Plastic red
tubercle vein
connected by the elbow

Unsheened pallor
Crusted, cracked toes
Nails shoot up from the body
Stiff like a scared virgin
to proud to let go
of wasted innocence

Wild movement
Hidden dilation
of stairways
within the mind

Hands
Pull the current
As the difibulator slows
Cold sets in
spasmodic
Twitching hand

Run Run
While you can
Before
reach the chord
start
pain, again over

Pupils
veined popped
look at the body
For-give-ness
Happiness
Hope
Slouching down
clutching her breast

Still motion
Buzzer goes line
Anguished scream
Echoes in hollow ear
of hollow mind
That treads the secret
behind
the forever closed eye

Last breath
issues forth
whisper
Mother.



Gepetto's Folly

not of my command
forced by wood cross and string
played like a toy
Discarded when not amusing
and abused when anger rules
Just a clay face
who absorbs taunts and jibes
loneliness is a friend to trust
For it shall; always be there
My heart like my head
is cold and inanimate
without a pulse without life.
Dreams are like strings I'm attached to
for and long, as well as few
Simple in want
Complex in desire
Cause desire is an emotion,
is it not?
So am I sentient
or just a ragamuffin object
subject to the hand
owners who crave their
own pleasure and pretend
to listen with dummy ears
as their words pour from mouth
Is this the only meaning
of friendship shall I know
The night of stars,
The black of space
can only echo
my sentiments
with the same emotion
but share my happiness as well
Will my strings ever break
to see if yes I can stand
or without foundation
shall I crumple to the ground
dusty dirt
of broken body
and splintered arms
May I find out
When this painted face
finally comes off
and my malice
and madness combine
to strike my controller
my puppeteers.



Identity Chain



Begin our motion
of two intertwined
Perfect in unison
flawless in time
Build a bridge
between
pleasure and pain
A mobius strip
connects the way
Through a touch
a gentle
yet exploring
shall lead the way
and through this
with no
verbitage
just words
of Braille
read on one
like a book
of love
whose recordings
are shown
from cover to end
gorged and stuffed
with constant joy,
vision, and sight
Give me a second
to glimpse
soak, absorb
your glory
into my aura
as I melt
and meld
into one with you
opposite of asexual reproduction
we merge into
one
flying to the
seas of hopes
where all children drink
and most adults dehydrate
To be reborn
in the thoughts
of newborn and
insane.



Sunny days and hot nights



Swelling into a growth
Stick a needle in its surface
To save what life is left
Stopping the screeching pain
Engulfing my once future
All from a ball of wax
Made from pieces
Thrown here and there;
Carefully collected
Melded tenderly
By hands that care
Touched by those:
Lines,
Erased the wax did
Leaving no surface
just solid glass
Shining and clear
Invisible and Intangible
All because
The Wax
which bore its pain
to my core
Diluting the substance
Causing it to leak.
Lose myself
No memories, no life
No hurt, no palm
All of that sheet of
Scratched glass
Glass! with wax
is what some
all
or maybe none
is what we are
Trapped
in a lineless world

surrounded by curves
without comfort
without Hope
Without a line to pull
"Pull up from the pit"
What I yelled
as I tumbled down
the rope snapped
As did the light
Snap, crackle, pop
There went me:
Body soul and neck
All from that damn ball of wax.




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