Boil my blood,
and break my legs.
Bruise my knuckles,
and blister my skin.
Cut my face,
and shatter my chin.
Do what little you can,
before you go down.
Do what little you can,
before I destroy you.
I do not shrink from you, Death,
but I storm and seethe at your pride.
You can not kill my rage.
You can not break my fury.
I am that fury,
it my immutable strength.
I am a fighter.
While you go about your day,
while I go about mine,
what are you wondering?
While I'm opening docks, hefting boxes,
driving forklifts, lifting crates,
you are on my mind.
I am wondering what you're doing, what you're seeing.
While I'm sorting numbers, slicing my fingers on razors,
sighing in corners, sweating the heat,
you are on my mind.
I am wondering what you're thinking, what you're feeling.
While you are driving to work, greeting colleagues
answering phones, thumbing papers,
am I on your mind?
Do you wonder what I'm doing, what I'm seeing?
While you are crunching spreadsheets, putting on music,
sifting through files, swea
Sleeper, serene, snow-white,
take me with you.
Don't leave me here beside you,
outside, scratching at your barred doors.
Don't shut me out,
rob me of your tender gaze.
If we hold hands tight as we sleep,
would we share our dreams?
What occult halls do you pass through?
What strange stairs do you climb?
What surreal courts do you enter?
What wizards of ancient Mystery surround you?
Bring me with you, sleeper.
I was born alone.
I grew up alone.
I think alone.
I eat alone.
I work alone.
I play alone.
On Christmas I am alone.
On my birthday I am alone.
I sleep alone.
I live alone.
I will age alone.
I will die alone.
How could you care? or know?
You are just as alone.
Each is born into their own universe.
How could we comfort each other?
Why should it matter?
I don't know.
I only know that I hurt,
because I am alone.
I am as others see me,
but I can not see myself.
When someone tells me who I am,
I am amazed and bewildered.
When my questioning, animal eyes gaze into yours,
I know you only as I can sense you.
But when your eyes gaze into mine,
I do not know how you know me.
Look at my face,
because I can not.
Tell me how I look.
What do I look like?
Look into my eyes,
because I can not.
Tell me what you see.
How do you perceive me?
Read my thoughts,
because I can not.
Tell me what you think.
What is your perspective?
Give me half a chance.
Let me hide behind stylistic pretense.
Let me cloud myself in eloquent analogies.
Let me compete with your skills.
Let me sweat over your critiques.
Let me paint you beautiful scenery,
Let me paint pictures you can not see.
Let me sing you rhyming lyrics.
Let me sing songs you can not hear.
Let me enthuse you with beautiful mystery,
drape you in veils of wonderment.
Let me carry away your eyes,
and leave you blind with reverie.
Only then can you understand?
Only then do you find my meaning?
Really?
Is it death-time yet?
I whiled away my life,
seeking but not finding.
I wasted my life,
feeling too much, or not at all.
I let my life slip through my fingers,
spent it all cowering, raging, toiling, lazing,
trying, failing, climbing, falling.
But now I'm exhausted and frustrated.
Now I'm battered and bewildered.
Wake me when it's over.
Wake me when it's time to die.
Your hands are in mine,
but your heart lies elsewhere.
I can't pay you enough,
can't beg you enough.
Your face like a diamond,
spectacular, but dead.
I draw nearer, you pull away.
Save your tears, because corpses don't cry.
Lovely diamond,
you are a corpse.
A demon climbed into the mouth of my mind.
I awoke, startled at its stir.
I opened my eyes, and saw what I never knew.
I remembered sights that I had never seen.
I remembered names I had never known.
I remembered places I had never been to.
I opened my mouth, and a new language came out.
I tried to write it down, but my hands wrote new symbols.
I opened my brain, to let more in,
but the demon flew out, confusion in its wake.
Now, the vision is gone,
no more ghost memories.
All that is left are strange scrawls,
etched into my brain.
What do they mean?
Current Residence: Georgia, USA, Earth, Sol system, Milky Way galaxy, Local Group, Virgo Supercluster, Universe. Favourite style of art: Good. Operating System: Human 1.0. Shell of choice: A well-aimed green shell. Wallpaper of choice: The kind that's falling in wet, curling heaps. Skin of choice: Reptile. Favourite cartoon character: Me.
Lately I've been writing what I would fain call poetry. It's definitely not prose, but doesn't seem to be art.
I do not write for your entertainment, but for me.
I haven't written poetry before in my life, and I never even understood it.
It's not good, it's not artistic, it's not remarkable.
I am writing only to vent. I am writing to create a window into me, to crystallize vivid thoughts and ideas that I've carried for a long, long time.
I am writing for me.
hey cj thanks so much for the favorite on 'Bridges to Culmination' I truly appreciate you taking the time to read it and it means a lot to me you enjoyed the piece that much.