Random Poetic Rants From a Dark Moor

Poem #1

I trudge through life
With a battery of flashes and visions hammering me
Constantly

A tear in the world welcomed her
Letting her crawl into my irises
Giving her the chance to camp in my mind

She’s setting up shop
Creating a new visionary flash frame
From the other side…


Poem #2

Is this a dream or some archaic memory inviting itself from some netherworld?
My eyes were fixated on her
Frozen in a moment
Then she left, leaving my world a splintered mess of jagged streaks

In time she would return
To repair the damage
She has done to my senses
Torn my sight
Ruptured my hearing
Bittered my taste
And… ripped out my heart.


Poem #3

Corpse-paint white skin
Mississippi mud brown hair
Coal black eyes
A body traced over an hourglass

In despair I find her a gleaming beacon
In pain her lips as if cut from figs heals me
When will this storybook chapter end?

Or, has she sprung from the pages of my drug-addled mind?
Is she flesh, blood and bone?
Or merely a swirling portrait of imagination?


Poem #4

Who are you and where do you come from?
Have you wiretapped my mind?
Are you a puppet to my thoughts?

As light goes to dark and returns to light
I will find out
I will smash the riddle
Of who my lady from the other side is


Poem #5

The line has been breached
The fine line between reality and dementia has been compromised
My eyes filled with tears
My stomach knotted in perfect pretzel formation
My beating heart yearned to break from my chest

She has now stepped through her own door
Into my room
My room where things tip toe on the tightrope of uncertainty

I could smell the salt off her skin
I could feel the wisp of her hair in the wind
I could hear her soul
Softly speaking to mine

Poem #6

A child falls in love with his favorite stuffed animal
A fine diner relishes a delicious meal
Love

Love has enough definitions to create its own dictionary
I have discovered what true love is
It leaps into my inner being
It dances a sultry dance with my everything

I can’t breathe
I’m falling into the glorious chasm of love
The crimson chamber of lust
The merlot cavern of giddiness

I can’t allow my eyes to view any other woman
It would only be pained by their second-rate image

I am offering myself to her
Take it all
Take my everything


Poem #7

For awhile I was hanging precariously on the ledge
With one hand
While the other scratched my chin in contemplation

I’ve let go
I’m falling
Into her ocean

I want to drench myself in her
My world is being folded into a paper napkin
And being tucked into the back pocket of her jeans

She is mine
I am hers
Nothing else matters

The world could explode
The ground could rumble dragging us all to the center of the earth
The antichrist and the messiah could do battle right in the middle of this city

I wouldn’t notice
I wouldn’t care
Because I’m focused on her

Poem #8

In sleep I’m alive
I’m immortal and content
Enveloped in a ring of happiness and bliss

When I awake the storm clouds return
The monotony glides in across the slick floor of life

I want to sleep forever
Not in death but in dreams

For to be with her brings me that inkling of joy
That has been vacant from my life

Poem #9

The grey aura of sadness has darkened my dear friends
Anger has reared her ugly head and is now riding shotgun on my trek through life

I’m mad with madness
This mystery machine ride has to end
I want off this fucking thing already

Give me clarity or give me death
I’m tired my friends
So
Very
Tired

Poem #10

Mushroom mania by the hundreds
Weed wackiness by the thousands

My brain is a disasterpiece riddled with substance
Oxygen and blood are in constant battle with THC and her allies

World War fucking who knows what
And now it’s dragged reality into the war

Wage war wage war wage war
Am I even standing here?
Are you even sitting there?

Have I jumped the boundary and can never find clarity again?
Time will tell I guess


Poem #11

My life was a turbulent ride on the rocky road of chaos
I traveled in one direction while I was really going in another
I thought one thing while something else was happening
I was lost in the mind fuck

Now, a hand has reached down from the heavens and yanked me up by my collar
Sheathed in purity
Her sleeve is warm and smooth

The freezeframes
The flashbacks
The prophetic delusions of grandeur
Have all been swept away

Swept under the rug never to be seen again
The broom of the future shall keep everything in order

She is the sweeper
She is my anchor
She is my flash forward