I see only dreams, nightmares
Forever twisted, unholy
A fever of unspoken frenzy
A straight jacket of thought
And memories
Nick Crutchley |
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I see only dreams, nightmares Forever twisted, unholy A fever of unspoken frenzy A straight jacket of thought And memories A poison arrow pierced me
Festering anger turned to hate For decades it sat there Pulsing ill will I escaped the city as a thief
Armed with wit and guile Only to steal no peace of mind As barefoot I ran She’s lead Transmuted into gold through love Our heart Bound deep but forever apart Our loneliness echoes in each other’s soul Yet we never speak, and angels weep
Sea crashes plastic
Fish mercury fed Temperature taken Gaia infected Infested! Humankind spreads Doubt dominates belief Self against self Shadow obscuring positive intention And all paths become blocked by the one who says ‘Can’t’ while the other fights, ‘Can!’ But the fight, soon lost, leaves only inaction a decision feared, never made, absconded Can I? No. Should I? No. Why not? You cannot win, see, you’re nobody, no one; who do you think you are? No one? Yes. No one . . . But we engage in conversation I let doubt seep in Friendly, I offer kindness And doubt dissipates Hopefully Empty words Which we chose to believe Empty words Never meant to deceive We fill ourselves with promises that could never be achieved Our true love an empty love Cleave White sepulchre, sinners absurd and infidel, Old Horny’s herd shoot up, monotheistic meth animism devolved, Heqet’s death There’s this problem The blame A cold desire to heal the shame By cutting shallow, wishing deep Waiting for the blood to seep Moonbeam silvers leaves Sunlight edges waves Dragon's breath shrouds lofty peaks Beauty soon swallowed within shadow |