Symptoms of Syndrome

By MikeShank1989

Senses seem to send away the purpose of the feeling
Burned so many times by rhymes it seems the words are peeling
Screaming in my brain so loud, I may just crack the ceiling
Evermore, we swim for shore and hide from thoughts and feelings  
Reveling in peddling, a Flintstoones car away from home
Every brick I've used to build my happy house, the neighbors build with chrome
Even if I earned another income, worked another shift
I'd still feel empty, earthless, without purpose, all for nought without my gift  
Singing in my cerebellum siren songs for verbal praise
Living lingual leisure in a secret spot I've never seen
Speakers blaring scary thinking, every thought belongs to me
Hearing, fearing, pioneering ways to make the skin secede
Needle pricks and beetle clicks are blaring every time I bleed
Summation of events contend that no one saw what no one did
No one is a vile violent virulent villan, now look what you did  
Between each fallen rain drop sings a symphony, listen dear
If you miss it, I'd be remiss not to tell you “have another hear”
As notes climb, I sense another signal, there's another near
Light flashes and cracks from above the sun and makes the airs intentions clear
Segments of centuries played back through melted negatives
Edges burned, intent returned, resent confirmed, respect unearned
The pipes are creakin, hear them weaken every time I bend the verb
Cryptkeeper speaking, coffins reaking, an epidemic spread the germ
Drinking emerald pools from a cup of lead saturated with wood and worm  
My peripheral pinnacle pasted with pictures of sunsets bleeding in puddle trees
Drinkning shades of grey like lonely housewives mulling over sultry subtleties
Focus a fulcrum and I'm helter skelter, I'm tipping the scales and my weight is welter
Poetry my mistress? Not once. I've never felt her.
I just pray for a broken levvy on the molten moat of frenzy, so I may bath in the boiling
swelter
Let me rub my temples raw and paint utopia on classroom walls
Philosophy the likes of which is captured in the bathroom stalls

 

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Copyright 2012 MikeShank1989
Published on Thursday, August 23, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

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  • A former member wrote: I'm going to be reading a lot more of you! This is marvelous... simply amazing! Thank you for sharing!

  • MikeShank1989 On Monday, September 10, 2012, MikeShank1989 (93)By person wrote:

    Thank you heartache! I appreciate you taking the time to read!

  • A former member wrote: Wow! ...now i will read everything else you have posted. This is magnificent.

  • MikeShank1989 On Saturday, August 25, 2012, MikeShank1989 (93)By person wrote:

    Thank you! I appreciate the compliment. I'm honored.

  • MikeShank1989 On Friday, August 24, 2012, MikeShank1989 (93)By person wrote:

    Thank you everyone!

  • Devilish On Friday, August 24, 2012, Devilish (2772)By person wrote:

    I cannot figure out why there are no fucking comments here. I mean it only takes a sec to get a nut.. which is what i get when i read you .. hmmm.. Scholar

  • Devilish On Thursday, August 23, 2012, Devilish (2772)By person wrote:

    You are number fucking one. Nothhin on earth can touch your level. a master my darling... please kiss the baby for me.. much love and respect ..your rhyme and delivery are unstoppable.. Scholar

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