Monday, November 29, 2010

Encompassing

Eyes close around the mist of a thought
Catch it before it goes
See the fantasy behind the redness of the eyelids
Let it infiltrate everything it can
Encompass the mind
Entangle the senses
Become lost in the moment,
In the restlessness of it all.
Match breath for thought, breath for thought
Slowly breathe…hold…breathe out even slower.
As the fantasy takes hold of everything else,
The breathing follows suit.
Pick up the pace, don’t get left behind!
Faster and faster,
The mind whirls and whirls.
Spinning madness and glee throughout the body
The skin erupts like it’s on fire
Tingling…soft….silky.
Touch.
Breathing out the thought escapes the mind,
From behind the eyelids, it goes.
It left little to the imagination
Yet the imagination
Is each their own.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Unhealed Wounds

Wound to wound
We suckle off each others’ blood.
Dripping down our chins,
We scratch and claw for more.
Who can we drain first?
The weak will die,
The stupid, the lame, the sick, the slow
The strong will get sick, from drinking the weak.
In the end,
Everything dies.

Cliched Bullshit

Push, shove, scratch, claw, and bite me
I am your little doll.
Bend me, break me, move me, squeeze me.
I’ll do whatever you’d like.
You see, I have no thoughts of my own.
I am simply a reflection of you.
I do all the things you won’t or can’t
You’re too stupid to do that?
I’ll take care of it, master.
You can’t take the heat?
I’ll burn for you.

I have no original thoughts,
And if I do, I know better than to say them out loud.
But the thought police will get me, just the same
I’m a corporate employee, droning on in my hell
I work this job, 9-5, so I can buy things I really don’t need.
They make me happy.
I also buy them to impress my friends!
They really aren’t my friends.

My fake friends, and material possessions
Make me feel happy because I live in a world
Where I am useless.

I am a fucking drone.