Posts Tagged Death
I Can’t Find Myself
I fall in
to bleak
crevices where
my skin
flows and carves at my
insides, and I ask
myself, Who are you,
old man,
to blister away
time like
hot dogs in
a 7-eleven? or
like humans on a
turquoise lake?
My Spirit Gets Lost in the Dark at Times
And in that
morning, sleep crawls on
pieces of
flesh, blisters
happiness, falsifies death
of dark depression
.
When I Thought I Was Gone
Roasting death,
Stealing memories,
startling days,
crunchy tan
futures with super balloons
crushing light creepers.
Today, During Meditation, I Slept a Bit
Crawl under
skin hiding cupcakes,
make frosted
tempers stop.
Blazing sun arises to
dark, lost souls. Looking.
One Day, In My Cage, I Ceased Fighting
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 4, 2017
This is a soundscape but with dramatic shape. This kind of post-modernism is not agreeable to most people, but it’s where I am right now — I feel so comfortable mired in the muck.
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When the Space Is Crashing In On Me
I’ve lost all
battles, drying out
in fierce winds,
waiting for a permanent history
where I fall no more
.
The Dogs Pointed Toward Eternal Silences
When rain comes,
old smiles flatter dogs,
I’m dying
below gray
rock, and morgues speak of silent
dances, my last squeels
Etude 2017-6 — Walking Toward, Balking at Death
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 1, 2017
A Day Crossing Some Unusual Desert Land
Grayed windows
highlight slimy life,
creepy sun
sending them
off to hide, sorting mismatched
colors, death soon here.
Saturday Death at Costco
I want to
love people, forgive
and be calm,
always smile,
but I am not bright sun, and
I am blasted dead.
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