Archive for December 16th, 2010

Soul Pushed by Emptiness

I know the rage from this heat

That flows around and sticks to metal.

I feel all good spill violently

Through a painful hole

Below my ribs and unseen.

Heart is gone.

I melt over the liver as butter.

The heat of my soul is also gone.

It sticks to the metal.

The metal is wicked.

It smashes my mind.

Telling me you hate me.

It’s none of my business.

My emptiness is cruel.

It is crueler than you.

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Where Are the Safe Places? – I

Swirling in my mind, rummaging in my ears,

Stilted figures want to have a safe place.

Everywhere, everyone talks of safe places.

Proclamations from me, yes, I will,

I will make this place a safe place.

Seeing through the mass of human hatred,

I know better.

There is not one safe place.

There is no power moving to make my places safe.

All of my places threaten imminent death, and

No one sees that but me and strange, strange friends.

Places crash on me. Every place forces in on me.

Run, run, run down an empty street, but

There will be no safe place where I run to.

There are no physical attacks.

It is psychotic


Coming at me hard and fast and there is

No refuge.


A lover and pine trees in the mountains.

That is a safe place.

Not safe from storms but safe from psychosis.

There are no pine trees today.

I search for a lover who will bring pine trees.

I search for a lover who can cover me.

Is there a lover who will make me forget

That I am never in a safe place?


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