Skip to main content

Awakened










Awakened





I'm a wanderer/
An uncommon bird/
Flying, on the verge/
Of a cosmic turn/
Of events, stop the purge/
Of racing noise in your head, wasps interred/
Until it's a nest of thoughts and cursed/
Awful words/
The tropics cured/
Me of what I'd lost at first/
But then it sought to hurt/
Me with every dot I merged/
Together/
On the treasure/
Map, an awesome surge/
Of docile verbs/
Enacting a hostile pers-/
On to do his jarring worst/
The harvest churned/
In me the honest urge/
To calmly burn/
The walls I serve/
These thralls and currs/
Despondent burd-/
Ens on me/
Alarming/
Me often, turn-/
Ing to the parts of her/
That start me sure/
On a pardon, cert-/
Ain path to karmic pur-/
Ity, hurriedly/
I charge, I burst/
Onto the scene with a brawl observed/
In my head, raw and terse/
Call alerts/
Because I'm going to knock the world/
Out from under you/
Make way because I'm coming through/
Rushing truth/
To the surface/
In earnest/
Like I love to do/
Trusting fools/
Was how I got flustered, soon/
I'm gonna grab that silver fucking spoon/
And run it through/
Your stomach, boom/
The gun and smooth/
End of the barrel cuts and looms/
Mushing shrooms/
Into the bloody wound/
Dusty rooms/
You shouldve stayed away from, disgusting new/
Kid, puss it ooze-/
S as vomit flushes, spews/
From your mouth, clutching booze/
To pour in/
Endorphines/
Comfort you/
But rest plundered, used/
Because the end has busted you/
Criminal element/
From a distance it's elegant/
A little dismembering/
And a trip to a veteran/
Surgeon to snip and assemble shit/
That was clipped unintentional-/
Ly during that gun fight, nearly crippled pathetically/
Simple and petulant/
The riddle is meddling/
At every turn in that little discredited/
Innocent head you fit/
In the middle of everything/
You deliver your sentiment/
You're shivering, deaf again/
To the world, more than some rippling embarassment/
History's mentioned this/
Multiple times, you prissy irrelevant/
Dipshit I'm sending this/
Bullet downrange/
Because I have faith/
That this round pays/
Instant with endlessly/
Returning dividends blessing me/
The anticipation/
I can hardly stand and take it/
This damning patience/
Is a tad bit draining/
I'm grabbing sacred/
Lambs and placing/
Slabs of baking/
C4 under them, laughing, waiting/
Then strapping basic/
Followers to them when they wrap emaci-/
Ated arms around their vacant/
Eyed fattened saviors/
Grinning as I slap the aiding/
Button, and the massive quaking/
Explosions are actually shaking/
Them to their flaccid cores/
Dashed with sore/
Asses born/
Of my massive hatred/
For their placid wasted/
Society on the land they've taken/
With my hands I'll make this/
World my own, and I'll break with/
All of these/
Hypocrisies/
Taught to me/
As a slab of angry/
Passion sustains me/
Because the past has made me/
And I am awakened/

Popular posts from this blog

Countertop

Haunting this countertop/ Wondering how could all/ This go bad and walk/ Away from us, the patterns caught/ On repetition in my life, absent thought/ A coward's plot/ To brandish false/ Hope and manage slots/ Left over from the branch that rots/ Away, the old adage copped/ As an excuse, wrath of God/ Plant your balk-/ -ing seeds and stand and walk/ Because you are my spectre/ And I'm stressing/ Out over the time left in/ Our dying ending/ The price mentioned/ Was too much, so I write, wept in/ Quiet, bet this/ Life's questions/ Won't answer why settling/ Down defied convention/ My best friend/ You'll soon fly, stretching/ Our hearts like vested/ Lives destined/ To find remnants/ Of each other in every girl or guy messed with/ And getting over you/ Is akin to choking booze/ Down and moping through/ My days, hopeless, nude/ Vulnerable, emotions bruised/ Soaked in blue/ Feelings, morose and gloom/ My heart poured into/ Every poem proof-/   -read at a bar, alone, enthus

A Drunkard's Lament

              Alcohol/ Is a battle fought/ With madness wrought/ From the sadness caught/ Between a man that calms/ His hands and thoughts/ With poison that wraps its claws/ Around his watch/ Makes time pass and stop/ Whenever he slams a shot/ I have forgot-/ -ten the chasms walked/ Barefoot and half distraught/ When I've drowned in bot-/ -tles of the brownest rot-/ -gut liquor, that the damned can flaunt/ Prancing, dropped/ By the rancid vom-/ -it that crams and falls/ From the mouth of all/ The manic lost/ Ones that choose to pad their traum-/ -as with Jack and vod-/ -ka, Schnapps and all-/ -the traps of karma/ Let's get plastered, crawl the/ Line, disasters wobbling/ Pants are starting/ To tear, we're panting, heart is/ Racing, death a tragic pardon/ From the crimes of a master wrong one/ The fortune amassed is startling/ Fan your pockets/ For the change that's always last for varmints/ Alas, unvarnished/ Regrets are magic, popping/ Up wherever you're lashed and

4 Reasons Why I'll Be A Vagabond In 2 Years

4 Reasons Why I'll Be A Vagabond In 2 Years As my parole date looms and I prepare to muster out of the service that's cradled me the entirety of my adult life, I face the future with an uneasy trepidation coupled with my characteristic combative nature. I've heard every excuse, tempting me with bonuses and transparent promises regarding where I could live next, to tales of woe and agonizing regret, detailing the life of a miscreant that fleed from the Navy, expecting to flourish in the free world, no longer bound by the constraints of military life. Eager and cherry, they're invariably met with a crippling reality, sprinting head first into a shallow pool of filthy water barely concealing jagged, dangerous rocks and craters. I'll take my chances as I retake the reins of my life, though, even this far out, I know that my path will hardly be traditional, and will probably offend some traditionally and civically min