Poems: 080921 - September 8th, 2021
Robert Morpheal <[email protected]> Wed, 8 Sep 2021 12:12:34 -0700 (PDT)
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060921A ----------- Where is the good thing that is going and don't know where it's gone. Chasing after the invisible tail lost in the evolution of our despot selves. Writing our fictions creating our myths about magnificent wastes of time. Spent at illusions among the shades presented sample wallpaper eternities. Cover a whole life with one pattern that you can buy into on an instalment plan. An isolated corner in a waiting room and still in denial that the world ended. It did end at failed attempts to put it together into anything again. The only people known are the sorts of people that we never meet among formalities. Anyone invited would never arrive having been diverted by weather reports. Extremes some go to to convince or force a dead stop to trying at whatever it is. All that was wanted was bloodied hands taking your own axe to your own imagination. What you imagined is always turned into an instrument of your self betrayal. You betrayed yourself for a few coins misled into believing it was the right thing. Walk the shore looking how to drown on the far edge seas of agitation. Watching the ghosts holding hands locked and loaded eyes along the boardwalk. ------------------------- 060921B ----------- No one you ever wanted ever wanted anything that you ever really wanted with anyone you wanted. You turned to the crowd but the crowd turned away someone had bought out their minds and their time. It doesn't really matter what we choose to advertise it will always end up dialed a wrong number. Those are the worst odds anyone ever played and it doesn't matter what it's just a gambling debt. It doesn't really matter if you never placed a bet on winners and losers in a game that's fixed. All they ever promised was their most cruel love their coldest love their most broken love. A love as broken as the most broken of us in the ways they break everything we love. They weren't your lovers and they weren't mine leaving us in between a thought and a feeling. ---------------------------- 070921A ------------ The sort of complicated we can never figure out intended to hold us in its mental lock. You cannot get out by giving up and there is no other way as it cuts you down. Still hallucinating outbursts of life from a bag of death bottom of their river. It was a long drift to a long way down breaking that surface wrong way around. It all closes over it all closes up until nothing reflects your there and then. No one remembers and no one cares because all there was was someone else. Something about lessons in wealth where it always costs more and you always get less. It never gets better but could get much worse paying the bills for your loneliness. ------------------------ 070921B ----------- If the usual pain is not enough you can be terrorized with family plots for burials of your memories. You are always dying to something something old something new until dying is a habit comes before life. One grieving leads to another forming processionals of the usual events and cheery people waving at the parade. It was a mistake counting on anything that didn't kill something cherished inside you that you desperately wanted to keep alive. Dying to the people you used to know dying to the things you used to have made dead to anything you wanted to do. There is dying out there is dying down there is dying away but you know the dead don't come to life at the end of their day. --------------------------- 080921A ----------- They punch your ticket to losing because that is all the fare you ever really had and it won't take you one tiny fraction further along the same old line. Liking doesn't mean a damn thing then or now to anyone anymore if they don't like you doing that belly crawl in their mud holes. Can't stand the games they made you play for handfuls of coin so you find yourself becoming a soul search for a game penalty or a lifetime suspension. Got to get away but don't know how once you are painted that colour into a tight corner surrounded by yellow lines and gunmetal objections. Went shopping in those catalogues for a ghost of a future forever get lost ever never find where to go from where you came. They didn't like you looking like you did wanting for anything you could ever want on any long stretch welcome to vague personal freedoms. It was a waste of time if you believed amounting to anything past more of the same wastes of time spent filling in the holes you can never fill. You never made it to be anyone's hero reinvented and redefined strict accordance current vernacular pop up version usual brainwash stations. Nervous flutter of butterfly stomachs feel the threat levels come with emptiness so emptied out we forget to eat while they eat us. Being the bone in the mouth of a dog three heads up howl at the moon pleads your case won't get you in to another Hell. ------------------- 080921B ----------- Those friends you thought you had wrecked you knowing the burdens of their proof were all on their side keeping them safe. You weren't there and they are always any side of anything more popular than a worn out old shoe that no one wants. Carry that load until you expire somewhere past always best before those warning dates secret coded on the packaging. Wrap it up with some nowhere to send it to knowing they left with those outlaws always looking for some purer pain. Strong armed and bruised is the latest rage and they get excited about going the other way at the turn around. ----------------------- 080921C ----------- I keep writing all those sorts of things you never wanted me ever and to say. Convulsive thoughts from the shake downs crushes of the head into the hips. It was never a kindness and what was expected expected too much in expectation of nothing. Most forms of thought becoming anachronistic and widely unpopular types of disruptions. The campaign waged against reason gathers momentum as a tap dancing choral. Is there any time or are we too late for rapid elimination of happiness. Wipe away your eyes for having peeked when you were told they must remain closed. ------------------------------ 080921D ------------ Liking your looks and something about you I can then short list you on that list of people I never expect to meet. We are kept so busy with absurd projects and some are building rockets to the Moon while others count it up. I had no idea every letter I ever wrote was a suicide note in one translation or another. It was customary to be forced to die to something end of each paragraph after a point was made. That would keep us from unpopular thinking which could deviate from commercial terms into unthinkable romances. There is no proof about the wealthy having any other options but we hear rumours being deliberately leaked. Talk of freedom is something cheap being mass produced made habit forming and officially approved. We could fantasize about anything that would never happen having failed to obtain any seals of approval. It takes time for the censors to review objectionable portions of our dreams returning them for revision. We are worn away by the process that leaves us nothing we would have enjoyed outside of the too ordinary. For the sake of histories you always write me off as being too strange and I write you off as too boringly common. ----------------------------- 080921E ----------- Removing the moisture of any remaining emotion you could be ground up into a fine powder that could then be sold at an immense price for a very small amount in little plastic bags. In that manner your worthlessness could achieve some worth as a magic dust similar to many things ground up that way into fine powders to give them some value. Rhinoceros horn Tiger bone eye of Loris gall of Bear Deer antler dried millipede desiccated snake rat and hen. --------------